Just a moment ago, I was out and about in summer clothes and dry heat; now I’m surrounded by the vibrant colors of autumn and the call of pumpkin soup—a sign that it’s getting cooler outside and I’m longing for some coziness. 

I’m finally starting my first Kiwi Challenge, after coming across it yesterday in a webinar that reminded me I’ve been wanting to try it for a long time. And as luck would have it, I spot such a great deal at the supermarket that it tells me now is the perfect time to take advantage of it.

Back home, I read the pages about the kiwi in Life Changing Foods again…… Bloating — Yes, OCD — Hm…, Nerve inflammation — Yes, Ringing in the ears — Definitely!  Encompassing it all, the connection to the divine — Yes, please! 

During growth, a mother kiwi vine […] channels the universes energy, depositing a snapshot of our greater surroundings into each growing kiwi. No other food contains a miraculous picture of the stars, planets, mysteries, and miracles of the world—of which our earth is just one tiny part.

-Anthony William¹

The idea of letting them ripen by my bedside and connecting with them while I sleep fills me with anticipation for the coming first day. I am eager to get started and curious to see what this fruit has in store for me. 

Keep your kiwis in a bowl on your nightstand. This will enhance the emotional aspects that the kiwi can impart. Sleeping beside the ripening fruits will intimately connect them with your being, deepening their effects on every level so they can have the most life-changing results.

-Anthony William²

If i want to eat the first one at 9 a.m. tomorrow, I need to start my day earlier to complete everything else beforehand. I’m looking forward to that, too—it’s a long-awaited goal of mine anyway.  

9/25/25 Let´s start!

Today is Day 1, and I’ve already eaten my second kiwi of the day at noon. I quickly realized that I’ll be drinking a little less celery juice this coming week; otherwise, I’ll feel too much pressure to finish the 32 ounces in time. I can easily get around that by simply drinking less. 

It’s cozy to cut open the first kiwi while still in bed. A ripe, golden one—a souvenir from my last journey.

I don’t like how much precious juice spills out when I scoop it out with a spoon, so I’m going to try a different method. 

I’ve set the timer: Over the next 7 days, it will remind me of my kiwi time 3 times a day. The reminder tone is gentle and puts me in a pleasant mood. Wonderful!

To feel the full effect of what this fruit can do for you, eat kiwi three times a day for one week. Think of it as an emotional, physical, and spiritual supplement, taking one at 9 A.M., noon, and 3 P.M.

-Anthony William³

Both times, I was a little late—time flies faster than you think: Get the knife out, cut it open, deal with the mess . . . and suddenly it’s 9:02 a.m. or 12:03 p.m. 

No big deal. 

But this experience is described with such attention to detail that I want to capture this little detail as well – the exact time.

It’s evening. I’ve finished up with all the kitchen chores earlier than usual. I have a hot water bottle on my lap, the space heater is running, and the air is filled with the scent of valerian root tea harvested from my own plant—a scent that’s almost identical to the scent of nard oil I discovered last year in the south of France. An incredible scent.

Despite all my efforts to set the timer three minutes early, I still missed the exact time again. So I need an extra reminder that’s spot on. 

No matter what, I’ll make it work. I already feel like I’ve accomplished something, and it reminds me of the 3-6-9 cleansing regimen: My kiwi times—9, 12, and 15—carry the 3-6-9 energy—9 directly, 3 at 3 p.m., and 6 mirrored across from 12!

9/26/25 Details—What Matters before Flow? 

Today is Day 2 of the Kiwi-Challenge, and I still didn’t quite make it in time for the 9 a.m. kiwi this morning. I’d already laid out bowl, knife, and cloth the night before, but I forgot the spoon. I didn’t want to get out of bed, so I had to cut it open and peel it—maneuvering myself across the bed to the other side, along with my unfortunately much-too-heavy bedside table to grab an extra tissue and catch the kiwi peel with it. All of that takes time.

My fingers were juicy and sticky, the stem end was like concrete—I had to saw off more of the end before it finally worked — 9:02 a.m.

After yesterday’s experiences, I had prudently set a second timer for 3 minutes before kiwi time… Not enough!

Amid all the kiwi commotion, my phone kept ringing with the “Daybreak” tone, which now only added to the chaos.

When I finally cut open the kiwi—this time lengthwise—the galaxy reveals itself from a completely different perspective. Somewhat surprised by this, I’m suddenly enveloped by a sense of magic, and, filled with excitement, I finally immerse myself in the experience. I am now somewhere else, and for a brief moment I feel like part of something vast and sparkling, as if absorbed from a heavy fabric of time and space, light and wrapped in childlike joy.

I hadn’t expected that at all at that early stage.

But whether it’s day 1, 2, or 21: It’s 9 a.m., I’m sitting in bed, I’ve just written my morning pages (hence the bedside table), and I’m cutting up a kiwi! Doesn’t that sound more like a children’s book than the everyday life of an adult with serious responsibilities?

On top of that, I’m caught up in complications like: Where do I put the peels? Should I cut it lengthwise or crosswise? Maybe I should just use a spoon? Set the timer for 5 minutes ahead of time, or is 3 enough? Take photos or not and how am I even supposed to manage that also?… 

And last but not least—is this OCD or just love of detail?

An exciting adventure right from the morning of Day 2—and all I’m doing is eating kiwis!

9/27/25  Kiwi Day 3

It’s noon, and I’ve just cut open and eaten the second kiwi. In the meantime, I’ve made a decision (it was about time) regarding how to cut them. I stick the tip of my small pocket knife into the hard stem end and cut the firm piece out circularly. Then I peel it lengthwise all the way around. I’m sticking with cutting it crosswise; that gives me a better view of the galaxy. 

Every time, I’m fascinated by its insides and all the little black seeds, which all seem to have their own fixed place, yet are also very easy to move. All those many rays emanating from the center—and whose extensions merge into the “space” of the flesh…I already know that I’ll miss the kiwi as soon as the week is over, and that I’ll see it with different eyes in the supermarket from now on.

I feel deeply moved in my heart by this little ceremonial fruit-encounter. As always, my mind wants to know the whys and wherefores right away. I acknowledge and appreciate that, but I simply stay in my heart. It’s not hard, but it’s not easy either.

9/28/25—Settled in

It’s noon again, 12:05 p.m. to be exact, and I’ve just eaten the second kiwi of the day. 

By now, my routine has settled into a rhythm, and the method has proven itself. When the first reminder tone sounds, I start cutting and peeling, wait briefly for the next tone, and then cut off the first slice, always looking forward to seeing how the galaxy reveals itself to me today. The firmer, white center always looks a little different. At noon today, it was almost a real heart.

Since I’ve been reading a lot lately about finding ideas while writing, I couldn’t help but think of how the white center of the kiwi serves as a wellspring of inspiration, and all the rays and seeds around it are ideas radiating out from the center. I like that image.

Emotionally, there isn’t much to report. I feel—probably linked to the routine I’ve found—more settled, calmer, and more open to whatever comes next. Mostly filled with awe at the enchantment the kiwi leaves behind.

Kiwis have played a rather minor role in my life so far—if at all. I usually only bought them while traveling, for breakfast fruit salad or porridge. That’s where kiwis are perfect: you eat the whole thing—no leftovers! 

But experiencing them so prominently in everyday life is new and exciting. Such an humble little fruit with a fuzzy skin, revealing its true beauty only on the inside.

In my mind, I travel back to Macedonia, where kiwis hang down from garage roofs. I was there just last month and learned that they ripen very late in the year, just before the frost. If only I had known back then just how much they would soon fill my days……

9/29/25: Safety Net

Day 5 got off to a slightly hectic start today. Lately, I haven’t been sleeping through the night; I wake up in the middle of the night and need my alarm at 7:15 a.m., followed by two snooze cycles that leave me feeling like I didn’t get any sleep at all… Memories of my days as a teacher are flooding back. From then on, it was clear—today everything has to be timed down to the minute so that the first kiwi of the day can really make its appearance at 9 a.m. Lemon water ready by 8 a.m., celery juice ready by 8:45 a.m., breaks in between, kiwi at 9 a.m.! 

This journey is really teaching me to pay closer attention to the times when something specific is supposed to happen and what I need to make it happen. After all, since the start of the challenge, only 1.5 hours have passed until the first glucose in the morning, and that’s a first for me after 6 years on the MM path. 

I’m very grateful for that. I hope I can keep it up afterward, too. I will definitely focus less on quantity and more on timing. Even though my adrenals have already healed significantly, that remains my main focus.

9/30/25: Kiwi Day 6

After a turbulent evening and a restless night, I arrive today at the penultimate day of the week-long challenge. Today I am especially grateful to the kiwi for giving me a moment to breathe, to step back. 

Slice by slice, the galaxy inside the kiwi grows larger and larger, right up to the center—only to shrink again, slice by slice, as I return to the more solid space around me. All of this takes place within a few minutes. My routines are well-established, and I only need to focus on diving into this other sphere, where all possibilities lie open, ready for me to reach for one.

In the evening, I sit down again and let the day pass by. The ringing in my ears is quite loud, my stomach aches and feels tight, my mood is somewhere—but not positive.  I feel downcast. The afternoon in the park did me good. I asked for guidance. For help and signs regarding this big issue that has resurfaced and isn’t so easy to resolve. No direction is driving me to act. Nothing has sparked my fire yet. 

Tomorrow is the last Kiwi day. What has it brought to light? That which has been simmering beneath the surface all along: the question of questions. The eternal question. And I’m going around in circles.

10/1/25: And in the End…

Today was the last day of the Kiwi-Challenge, and I spent it in good company with friends: the 12 o’clock kiwi on a walking path, the 3 o’clock kiwi on a bench. I bought a few more—I can’t quite let go of them yet. Tomorrow I’m definitely adding another day.

What I appreciate most is the structure it gives me in the morning. I’ve never before managed to get through my morning routine in 1.5 hours. Even the celery juice—which I accidentally made a 32 ounces of again today—still fit into half an hour. 

A beautiful day is coming to an end, and this major issue that resurfaced two days ago has helped me see many things clearly. It’s always difficult to confront my past behaviors. But in the end, this process always leads to freedom—my goal.

10/2/25: No Freedom without Structure

Kiwi Day 8 — Unofficial.

A pleasant rhythm has developed with the kiwi by my side. In case anyone is wondering by now what this rhythm-thing is all about—a brief explanation might be useful at this point.

After nearly 17 years teaching in elementary schools, I had a rigid daily schedule that lasted until late afternoon. It was so set in stone that it eventually became unbearable, and sticking to it became increasingly difficult for me.

After I left, I was greeted by the freedom I had longed for. With the insight that structure is essential for the soul, but it doesn’t just fall from the sky—especially without childhood role models. Since then, I’ve seen it as one of my main missions to create that structure for myself! And that turns out to be just as interesting as it is difficult.

I’m hoping now that the Kiwi can help me get more structure into my day between noon and the afternoon, because lunch still tends to get thrown around chaotically throughout the day. The 3 p.m. kiwi clashes with the midday potatoes, and the timing isn’t clear yet. 

The more routine everything is, the freer I feel. The clearer and more structured important routines are, the more space opens up inside me that I can fill. The more solid this structure is, the more confidently I can deviate from it, because the structure provides support and security. And my body knows it can rely on it: it comes back even after breaks.

March 2026

After this third round, I’m only slowly moving away from the kiwi. I’ve managed to keep up the morning routine even after it’s ended. Every now and then, I buy a few kiwis and set them by my bedside for the morning. The midday and afternoon routines have slowly changed, but have fallen out of focus again.

One reason to keep incorporating the Kiwi Challenge!

It’s easy to get caught up in our day-to-day lives. We put blinders on that block out a larger sense of what’s around us, distance ourselves from a true sense of who we are, and our worlds become shallow. Kiwis counteract all that.

-Anthony William⁴

Thank you, Kiwi. For structure, magic, and childlike joy!

1. Anthony William, Medical Medium Life-Changing Foods. Expanded Edition. Hay House 2025, p. 153 ︎
2. Anthony William, Medical Medium Life-Changing Foods. Expanded Edition. Hay House 2025, p. 154 ︎
3. Anthony William, Medical Medium Life-Changing Foods. Expanded Edition. Hay House 2025, p. 153 ︎
4. Anthony William, Medical Medium Life-Changing Foods. Expanded Edition. Hay House 2025, p. 153 ︎

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When I think of fruit, something happens in my body… 

After all these years of largely avoiding it on advice, I still sometimes can’t believe my luck today. It’s as if the world is suddenly at my feet with nothing but freedom in my luggage!

A normal morning

Today, I sat down on the balcony to write. There is a strong wind blowing, and I can hear snippets of conversation from other balconies. Overall, however, it is very quiet and sunny today. The tomato leaf of the largest and most beautiful tomato plant yet tickles my foot, which I have placed on the chair. It has really grown so beautifully, perhaps because it got the largest pot here.

It’s still morning and so far I’ve eaten a banana right after my celery juice, made myself a turmeric-ginger-garlic-shot with an orange, and eaten a large plate full of melon pieces, which will keep me satiated until I make my actual breakfast smoothie, the legendary HMDS!

When I think of fruit, something happens in my body. 

My heart expands, and I see all the colors and shapes in front of me. A feeling of excitement spreads through me, like anticipation for the next piece of fruit that is about to arrive.

The joy I feel feels very childlike. I am in touch with the little Sabine inside me, who is cheerful and exuberant about what we have agreed on. Like my little nephew after announcing that there will be cake to celebrate the day and now asking every 15 minutes, “Is the cake finally here?” … “Is the cake finally here?” …

That’s how it feels. She tugs at my clothes and asks, “What’s next? Are the nectarines finally ready so we can try the cucumber salad? Didn’t you say you wanted to buy a mango and a papaya again? Luckily, you picked up that huge watermelon yesterday.”

Natural desires

I truly feel that this is my body’s normal, natural desire. It craves glucose as fuel, and fortunately Mother Nature has provided us with this in all its splendor and abundance, as only she can. Unfortunately, it has been knocked off its throne by Kinder bars, Snickers, and Prinzenrolle cookies, so that it is no longer Mother Nature who reigns, but—let’s say—the “industry.” 

Tragic. Otherwise, people’s heads wouldn’t be constantly filled with all these substitute sweets—but with all the fruits!

„It’s for good reason that the Bible mentions fruit over 300 times: because fruit is vital to the essence of who we are. Humankind exists because of the fruit we picked off trees since our species’ beginning. It is what has allowed us to thrive on this planet.“

-Anthony William ¹

A far-reaching motivation

Slowly, I feel the glucose from the watermelon reaching its destination. My body longs for the next portion.

Halfway through my breakfast smoothie, made today with three bananas because they are slowly becoming overripe and need to be used up, I feel energized again to continue writing.

There are several profound reasons for my love of fruit—and one of them is:

I no longer crave industrial sweets!

Simply freedom.

No longer craving industrial sweets gives me an immense feeling of freedom. Being able to eat as much fruit as I want, as often as I want, leaves so many of the more difficult emotions, such as guilt and shame, behind. No more restrictions; I don’t have to restrain, discipline, or reprimand myself when it comes to sugar consumption. In my earlier days as a teacher, there was always a large selection of sweets on the table in the staff room, and once I gave in, usually in moments of stress, and reached for one, the dam was broken, the floodgates open for the next and the next. The days of “… just three pieces of dark chocolate” in the hope that it’s true that the higher the cocoa content, the “healthier” it is, and I pretended to enjoy it…  are fortunately over.

Just peace.

After drinking my smoothie, it leaves me feeling full, peaceful, and cozy. It has a very grounding effect. No more frantic, guilt-ridden reaching for the next “sinful” bite.

It’s crazy. No cream cake can compete with a ripe mango, cherries, or a creamy “caramel-like” date. No seemingly uncontrollable urge drives me to do something that makes me want to slap my own hand and leaves me feeling dissatisfied. 

Instead, I am given a glimpse behind the scenes. A curtain opens. I see and perceive things with different eyes.

So it happened once that, after a long period without industrial baked goods, I suddenly found myself completely perplexed in front of one of the large bakery counters that are often located in front of the actual entrance and in front of the fruit section. I saw all these sweet pastries, almost identical in shape and color, lined up on the shelves and displays, and perceived what I felt was a false radiance emanating from them. Pastries that appeared puffed up and shiny in front of me, designed to entice me to buy them.

So I saw them there, without judgment, for what they are—a deceptive substitute!

Simply love.

In a paragraph about the difference between disciplined writing and writing out of childlike joy, author Julia Cameron writes:

“… I make my desk the most inviting place in my house. There are toys on the table. […] And when I write, I become a child again.”

When I read that earlier, I thought of the feeling I described at the beginning of this post… What happens when I think of fruit… and the childlike joy that wells up inside me.

Not that discipline doesn’t have its place, not at all. If we want to change something for the better, we need it at certain points in the process. But perhaps it shouldn’t be the absolute driving force behind everything. Not behind writing and not behind the fruit love – otherwise I would have to give it a completely different name.

“If you look at love as a piece of fruit, compassion is its core. Same goes for self-love. You can’t have that without self-compassion or it can easily switch to self-hatred.“

-Anthony William²

1. 
   Anthony William, Medical Medium Secrets Behind Chronic and Mystery Illness and How to Finally Heal. Revised and Expanded Edition. Hay House, p. 262 Kindle-Version.  ︎
2. https://soundcloud.com/medicalmedium/healing-power-of-compassion ︎

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Fruits & Freedom for us all!

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