Last weekend we went out to look for duck flowers and to our surprise, we found a few in bloom. These flowers are highly sought-after for detoxification, as heralded and praised by Honduran herbalist Dr. Sebi, and we are pleased to have them back in stock.
When you order, you will be receiving a DEHYDRATED duck flower. Like all our herbal products, flowers are dried before sending, and therefore their size has greatly decreased from when they were in bloom. The active ingredients of the flower, however are still intact. We also have "duck flower powder" which is simply the dehydrated flower ground up into powder". Duck flower leaves and duck leaf powder are in stock as well.
We get questions sometimes about what to expect from taking the duck. First off, it's your responsibility to seek the advice of medical professionals for any heath concerns. All we will say, is like the ingestion of most herbal products, reactions vary,
A lot will depend on your diet at the time. If you are fasting from all food or on a juice fast or strict raw/vegan eating regimen and you ingest "the duck" then your reactions tend to be more pronounced than if you are eating a "regular" diet. . But extreme reactions don't necessarily mean that you aren't detoxing. Some people don’t have any detox symptoms and feel fine. Other people experience different bathroom habits--frequent urination, loose stools and/or constipation. Also gas and/or bloating, strong body odor, swollen lymph nodes, nausea and/or vomiting, mood swings, headaches and fatigue.
I, personally, prefer a gentler cleanse so I take the duck flower powder in small amounts here and there and it provides an edge that's not too extreme, and works for me.
We were out in a large field, between the jungle and the roadside in the Belize district, a place we had been before. We had spent time here over 20 ago with a friend of ours named Zebullon, a man who had taught Benjamin and I both a lot about herbs and nature, and who often talked to us about "Father Good Spirit."
I picked a leaf from a new vine budding out of the earth and stretched out my hand to show it to Benjamin. "This is guaco," I ascertained.
You don't smell it? Benjamin confirmed, It was the plant we had been looking for all morning. And I was happy to have found it before him as we often compete to find plants first.
Water dropped on leaves making them jump a little, showing the beginning of a rain. And Benjamin and I were being bitten. Not by regular mosquitoes, big black buzzing bottle flies. "Bottle ass," Benjamin said as he pulled on a guaco vine, rolling it up to take it with us.
Zebullon's father was from the Orange Walk district further north where his well-to-do Mestizo family had founded a distillery around the turn of the century. His mother was a black Creole woman, a domestic worker from Belize City.
But Zebullon barely knew his father who eventually moved to Honduras, that's where people would flee from Belize in those days, or Guatemala or Mexico, never the States or England.
But it was Zebullon's stepfather, a Garifuna man from Dangriga town further south, that had taught him about herbs and where to find barks that he used to offer me.
Time is a living thing. It lives and breathes and moves. When I first met Zebullon, I was 21 and new to Belize, just arrived from Estados Unidos. Benjamin had known Zebullon since they were children as they grew up together in a neighborhood called Yarborough, prounounced "Yabra" in Belize City.
His birth name was Marlon Ramirez, but he had adopted the name Zebullon after he became a part of the Twelve Tribes of Israel, a sect of Ras Tafari, where many males born in the month of September are called so. .At the time that I met Zebullon we were all members of the Rastafarian faith;
But Zebullon had become disenchanted with Rastafari and some of its teachings and had begun to separate himself . And at the time that I met him he had started calling himself "Roots," and as I learned much later had the word ROOTS tattooed on his legs.
But that particular day in 1995, when I arrived at the Phillip Goldson Airport in Belize with my Kingman, Izra, the afternoon sun beamed down on our heads. We walked from the tarmac to the building passed through customs. Then we went outside where cabs waited. “Yes I” Izra said to one of the men standing among the group that was clamoring for fares.
---Where yi going?
My Kingman Ezra motioned for me to get into the back seat of the sedan that looked more a personal car with its dents and dings. Ezra sat beside the driver and rolled down the window. As the car pulled off, Ezra looked back at me from the front passenger seat of the cab. Sand flies bit my ankles. Brooklyn, where we'd travel from, had no flies like this leaving marks on skin long after.
Fly bad ah night, Ezra warned about his home country when he turned forward again, taking in the forest from his open window, adding, Lemongrass simmer eena pot keep way fly.
About that time Zebullon was just coming into the city too from gathering herbs in the jungle and felt the biting sand flies that come before moonrise as he approached the Baron Bliss Lighthouse on his way to Yarborough, but Zebullon did not swat his hand against his bit flesh.
He let the bugs feed on him. As the night became fully ripe like the star fruit he supped earlier in the jungle, the biting would subside. Zebullon rounded the the Baron Bliss Lighthouse on his dirt bike, a landmark named for a man who never arrived here, but died in the harbor.
Zebulllon saw in the darkening sky, bright stars hiding a storm coming from the North, that could have passed over and go perhaps, South, past the Maya Mountains' Sleeping Giant and the Bay of Honduras continuing on into Sierra Madre de Chiapas of Guatemala in the distance. Or may not. Either way, it was clear that rain would fall. With the rain would come the breeze from far out at sea—like the first coconuts which spread across many continents floating along ocean currents. A comfort, like the lapping of the water on the rocky shore because the sand flies retire at breeze's arrival, except for a few. And stronger winds bent the coconut palms like truth.
The cab dropped us off in Belize City on Waight Street in front of a house with a rusty zinc fence and plywood planks that bridged a smelly gully , and we
were newly fallen fruit to the young men and boys surrounding us like jungle ants. The maroon sun was setting fast, burying itself under the bushy head of palms.
Dem a come from States! yelled Ezra's tall, skinny cousin, Roderick to the whole street, as he emerged from the house.
Long time mi nuh see yu my bwoy! Ah wha yu a bring mi from foreign?
In the middle of Waight Street, Zebullon stood by looking on at the commotion, in front of his own house which was across from us, his gold skin glinted in twilight, his bushy, torso-length dreadlocks hid under a red, gold and green knitted cap.
And he stood there watching my Kingman Ezra and I and the young men and boys from the neighborhood ‘til the street lamp turned on and swarmed with moths, Till Ezra walked over to Zebullon,in the middle of the street motioning for me to come. Zebullon had lived longer than Ezra, but neither had reached thirty, Eric stood almost a foot shorter, darker complected with shoulder-length dreadlocks, while Zebullon’s locks were much longer.
Father Good Spirit, Zebullon greeted us
Dis bredrin I-man ah grow up wid on dis ya street, Ezra said by way of introduction
But Zebullon turned his expressionless face toward me and said No. No. he said. I-man no come from hereso,
Dis da not fi mi home and Zebullon about-faced, walked over his gully planks through his ruby zinc gate across the street and it swung shut.
(To be continued)
Two weekends ago we went to the jungle to look for duck flowers and we got incredibly lucky to find a few. Duck flowers also, know as "the duck," are the beautiful, magnificent flowers occasionally ingested to detoxify the body. They are famously used at Honduran herbalist Dr. Sebi's "Usha Village" in Honduras for that purpose, but the plant is found throughout Central America, particularly the jungles where we often wildcraft. But they can be incredibly hard to locate and are a very rare find, even when you know where to look.
Dr. Sebi, who calls the flowers "a very immediate and strong cleanser" talks about his experience ingesting "the duck" in this video. He mentions that he liked to collect "the ducks" and dry them and make duck flower powder from the dried flowers to create an herbal compound with it consisting of the duck flower, guaco, sarsasparilla and cordoncillo negro. We currently have both duck flower powder and guaco in stock. Cordoncillo negro is coming soon. We will also have more duck flower leaves too.
No sooner had we told a few people we had a few ducks, we got offers to buy and so before we had time to make an announcement about our ducks, they have now sold out! We do have a small amount of duck flower powder left and we will be going out to look for more "ducks," soon and will update the website when more arrive.. Wish us luck!
This past weekend we went out and harvested some sour sop leaves and they are now drying (see photo) in preparation to be mailed out.
Sour sop is one of the very best things to consume on a daily basis because it keeps you cancer and parasite free. It also normalizes blood pressure and blood sugar levels. It tastes like green tea and has no side effects at all. It's safe to consume for long periods of time and provides a bevy of nutrients. It's even safe for children and breastfeeding mothers.
In addition to the leaves we also have powder, tea bags and capsules. If you're treating a serious condition like cancer, high blood pressure or diabetes, we suggest the capsules and the powder to make sure you're getting all of the plant's constituents. For maintenance of health, boiling the leaves or steeping the tea bags is fine.
We got a call from a customer asking us to clarify if our kalawalla powder is made from the leaves or from the roots. It's interesting that the question would come in now. Until recently we only carried the roots and yes our powder is 100% kalawalla roots--no leaves or other filler. The Mayans use the roots or more accurately the rhizomes for medicinal purposes, and the caller mentioned that the roots, specifically helped with his Crohn's disease, which is an autoimmune disorder. This plant is pretty amazing. The roots are considered to be more potent than the leaves. But we have the leaves too and they are used to make medicinal tea just like the roots, Our newly-harvested kalawalla leaves have completed the drying process (see photo above) and are ready to order and ship directly to you. And we'd love to hear from you. Call us at 305-668-0360 and if we don't answer, leave a message as we're probably out wildcrafting. Cheers!
We commune with lizards. Lizards are everywhere in Belize and it's almost impossible to keep them out. And they make the most delightful cackling noise, like laughing. This one doesn't even run from me anymore he just sits there while I look at him. He knows I'm talking about him too. Ha ha.