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I have no allergies but when the oaks begin their relentless mating ritual I become a monster. In Ayurveda, the traditional medicine of India, the oldest medical system in the world, Pollen is classified as Pitta. Pitta is a Dosha; Pitta Dosha is one of the three Body/Mind constitutions in Ayurveda. The Earth elements that comprise Pitta are fire and water. Pitta is purposeful. Pitta is the force that drives projects and industry and success. Pitta people tend to be bosses. Your boss is likely to be Pitta. Your boss is focused. Your boss is a tyrant when things are going wrong, indifferent when things are going along and not all that elated when things are going well… Pitta. Balding is a trait of Pitta. Red hair is Pitta. The Irish are overrun with Pitta as were the Vikings. – But then Vikings overran the Irish. (There is an endless loop here) Hot anger is Pitta. Road rage is Pitta. Pollen is Pitta.
Pitta is purposeful. Pollen is about the most purposeful substance you will ever encounter passively. Pollen is focused on germination. Pollen is heat, Agni, Prana, Ki, and Chi. The essence of life is held in every microgametophyte that lay atop the next to give your car that yellow hue. Your car gathers the yellow scourge because it is between the sky and the ground. The stuff just layers up on it. Ah, but you drag that jaundiced dust in to your body at a rate of five to eight liters of air per minute at a gamete-ratio concentrated enough to cover a car.
A lot of people who go crazy when the trees begin to spew their spore are not allergic to the stuff. Their noses run and they get headaches but we all get thick mucus when our bodies are trying to rid us of interlopers of the powder variety. The headache is result of Pitta being driven up (Made more hot) by the pollen. The anger and irritated emotional state that some people demonstrate (me) is directly relatable to the coarse design of the pollen grains. They become a big effort to expel from your lungs and some of the purposeful essence of the pollen ends up in your blood because it gets picked up in the small intestine from the mucus that has captured it and ended up in your stomach. No wonder we get angry, we’ve been cross pollinated.
Here’s the poop on pollen. Pollen is part of every plant. Every little flower has pollen. Pollen is most prominent on a hibiscus flower. Oak blooms are very small as are mango blooms and orange blossoms. Tree pollen is concentrated because the trees have zillions of little flowers all over them. The way flowers work is that inside the flower is a womb; it is called the ovary and contains ovule that become seeds when fertilized. Tree pollen is tree sperm. There is a whole big story of how many cells of a grain of pollen are dedicated to being sperm and how many are just part of the microgametophytes’ structure (pollen grains) but the fact is, the stuff is irritating because it is so single minded. Your physical body and your energetic body regard this plague of philandering particulate to be pugnacious on a level that transcends our tangible world.
There is just so much of it, it is floating in clouds, and like everything in nature it caries a protective mechanism, and that pollen protection device is what kicks our butts.
This time of year lung ailments are not to be taken lightly. If you have asthma or other respiratory infirmity seek the advice of a health care professional and wear a scarf over your nose and mouth when you are outside. Paper painter’s masks are pretty good for keeping the air you breathe clean. Exercise caution and fortify yourself against this onslaught of shrubber-ous sexual seasoning.
Live Well.
KC
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