Why can’t “race” be kept only on the track?


When I was growing up in Newark in the 40s the “race-cards” were constantly being thrown around.

Being a little Jewish kid I was subjected to being called a “Kike”, a “Jew bagel”, a “Heeb”, and a “Sheeny”.

The Italians were the “Wops”, the Dagos, and the Ginnies”.

The Irish were the “Micks”

The Germans were the “Krauts”.

The non-Jews were the “Goys”.

 Non-Jewish girls were “Shicksas” and the non-Jewish men were a “Shagatz”.

The African Americans were the “n” word, “Jigaboos”, “Colored”, “Coons”, or “Tar Babies” and “Aunt Jamimas.”

This was my life in the East Coast. And if some label was in the territory of a different label you got your ass kicked.

Somehow surviving this growing up nightmare I found myself living in Hawaii in 1975.

What I found there were the “Haoles” (whites), the “Nips” (Japanese), the “Kimchies” (Korean), the “Portagees” (Portuguese), the “Bookbooks” and the “Flips” (Filipino), and the “Pakeys” (Chinese).

Then somehow I got involved in spiritual life and a very clear understanding came my way. All these derogatory labels were manifested by ignorance. The analogy I received was a mind blower.

The analogy was relating the body to a motor vehicle.

A motor vehicle comes in different shapes, sizes, labels, colors and accessories. Likewise, does the body.

I was then asked what the similarity was to a parked car and a dead body? Because, after all, in the parked car everything is still there as in the dead body. One has all the accessories, etc, and the other has all the organs, blood, and parts.

What was missing in both examples was the driver.

When the driver leaves the car it just sits there until the driver gets back in. When the driver leaves the body, the body is dead.

It was at this point that I learned that the body was material and temporary but the driver was spiritual and eternal and instead of being known as the “driver”, it was, in reality, the soul.

A huge door full of questions opened up at this point. Why does a soul come into a body and where does it go when it leaves a body? If the soul equates to life does that mean all living beings have a soul? Is the soul in a human being guaranteed another human form next time around and if it isn’t, why? Where do the souls in the forms below the human forms go when they leave those forms and what determines why and where they go?      

This door that was opening before me was the door of identity or essence. Was my identity matter, a mere collection of material atoms and molecules, or was it something else?

What a question to ponder at the ripe ol’ age of 36. It opened my eyes and my consciousness and made me look at me and realize that I may have been spending my life in a dream state, not knowing my true identity, yet falsely identifying myself as something or someone I was not.

Then on the basis of this false identification, I’d have determined my goals of life and the purpose of my existence and I would use these goals to gauge whether or not I was making “progress” in my life and whether or not I was a “success” or on a path toward “success”.

It then got worse because it made me think about being aided and abetted in this delusion by a complex network of relationships with other dreamers. And then at death (and sometimes before) the whole thing turns into a nightmare.

So knowing who I was is a very practical necessity and asking the question of “Who am I?” is not a philosophical football, meant to be kicked around in coffeehouses by pseudo-intellectuals.

It is a real-life question and nothing was more important and more relevant than to know who I am, what my purpose in life really was and if I am off track how do I get back on?

That will be a story for another time. The story for this time is that for the first time in my life I could transcend all the labels and see beyond the “race-card” and understand that the person I was looking at and talking to was more than the eye could initially see and as such took on an entirely new dimension.

No longer was the person a label but a transcended being that was the same throughout all life forms.

Imagine the peace and harmony in the world if everyone could embrace this consciousness and realize that we are all brothers and sisters and all of the same essence, but for the most part, lost due to only seeing the shapes, sizes, colors and accessories.

You may not believe any of this. If you do not, and if you have ever seen the movie “Roots”, how would you like to be viewed? As the “driver” or as the “vehicle”?

If you choose the “driver”, then work on seeing your true essence and all the other “vehicles” you come in contact with.






Hesh Goldstein
When I was a kid, if I were told that I'd be writing a book about diet and nutrition when I was older, let alone having been doing a health related radio show for over 36 years, I would've thought that whoever told me that was out of their mind. Living in Newark, New Jersey, my parents and I consumed anything and everything that had a face or a mother except for dead, rotting, pig bodies, although we did eat bacon (as if all the other decomposing flesh bodies were somehow miraculously clean). Going through high school and college it was no different. In fact, my dietary change did not come until I was in my 30's.

Just to put things in perspective, after I graduated from Weequahic High School and before going to Seton Hall University, I had a part-time job working for a butcher. I was the delivery guy and occasionally had to go to the slaughterhouse to pick up products for the store. Needless to say, I had no consciousness nor awareness, as change never came then despite the horrors I witnessed on an almost daily basis.

After graduating with a degree in accounting from Seton Hall, I eventually got married and moved to a town called Livingston. Livingston was basically a yuppie community where everyone was judged by the neighborhood they lived in and their income. To say it was a "plastic" community would be an understatement.

Livingston and the shallowness finally got to me. I told my wife I was fed up and wanted to move. She made it clear she had to be near her friends and New York City. I finally got my act together and split for Colorado.

I was living with a lady in Aspen at the end of 1974, when one day she said, " let's become vegetarians". I have no idea what possessed me to say it, but I said, "okay"! At that point I went to the freezer and took out about $100 worth of frozen, dead body parts and gave them to a welfare mother who lived behind us. Well, everything was great for about a week or so, and then the chick split with another guy.

So here I was, a vegetarian for a couple weeks, not really knowing what to do, how to cook, or basically how to prepare anything. For about a month, I was getting by on carrot sticks, celery sticks, and yogurt. Fortunately, when I went vegan in 1990, it was a simple and natural progression. Anyway, as I walked around Aspen town, I noticed a little vegetarian restaurant called, "The Little Kitchen".

Let me back up just a little bit. It was April of 1975, the snow was melting and the runoff of Ajax Mountain filled the streets full of knee-deep mud. Now, Aspen was great to ski in, but was a bummer to walk in when the snow was melting.

I was ready to call it quits and I needed a warmer place. I'll elaborate on that in a minute.

But right now, back to "The Little Kitchen". Knowing that I was going to leave Aspen and basically a new vegetarian, I needed help. So, I cruised into the restaurant and told them my plight and asked them if they would teach me how to cook. I told them in return I would wash dishes and empty their trash. They then asked me what I did for a living and I told them I was an accountant.

The owner said to me, "Let's make a deal. You do our tax return and we'll feed you as well". So for the next couple of weeks I was doing their tax return, washing their dishes, emptying the trash, and learning as much as I could.

But, like I said, the mud was getting to me. So I picked up a travel book written by a guy named Foder. The name of the book was, "Hawaii". Looking through the book I noticed that in Lahaina, on Maui, there was a little vegetarian restaurant called," Mr. Natural's". I decided right then and there that I would go to Lahaina and work at "Mr. Natural's." To make a long story short, that's exactly what happened.

So, I'm working at "Mr. Natural's" and learning everything I can about my new dietary lifestyle - it was great. Every afternoon we would close for lunch at about 1 PM and go to the Sheraton Hotel in Ka'anapali and play volleyball, while somebody stayed behind to prepare dinner.

Since I was the new guy, and didn't really know how to cook, I never thought that I would be asked to stay behind to cook dinner. Well, one afternoon, that's exactly what happened; it was my turn. That posed a problem for me because I was at the point where I finally knew how to boil water.

I was desperate, clueless and basically up the creek without a paddle. Fortunately, there was a friend of mine sitting in the gazebo at the restaurant and I asked him if he knew how to cook. He said the only thing he knew how to cook was enchiladas. He said that his enchiladas were bean-less and dairy-less. I told him that I had no idea what an enchilada was or what he was talking about, but I needed him to show me because it was my turn to do the evening meal.

Well, the guys came back from playing volleyball and I'm asked what was for dinner. I told them enchiladas; the owner wasn't thrilled. I told him that mine were bean-less and dairy-less. When he tried the enchilada he said it was incredible. Being the humble guy that I was, I smiled and said, "You expected anything less"? It apparently was so good that it was the only item on the menu that we served twice a week. In fact, after about a week, we were selling five dozen every night we had them on the menu and people would walk around Lahaina broadcasting, 'enchilada's at "Natural's" tonight'. I never had to cook anything else.

A year later the restaurant closed, and somehow I gravitated to a little health food store in Wailuku. I never told anyone I was an accountant and basically relegated myself to being the truck driver. The guys who were running the health food store had friends in similar businesses and farms on many of the islands. I told them that if they could organize and form one company they could probably lock in the State. That's when they found out I was an accountant and "Down to Earth" was born. "Down to Earth" became the largest natural food store chain in the islands, and I was their Chief Financial Officer and co-manager of their biggest store for 13 years.

In 1981, I started to do a weekly radio show to try and expose people to a vegetarian diet and get them away from killing innocent creatures. I still do that show today. I pay for my own airtime and have no sponsors to not compromise my honesty. One bit of a hassle was the fact that I was forced to get a Masters Degree in Nutrition to shut up all the MD's that would call in asking for my credentials.

My doing this radio show enabled me, through endless research, to see the corruption that existed within the big food industries, the big pharmaceutical companies, the biotech industries and the government agencies. This information, unconscionable as it is, enabled me to realize how broken our health system is. This will be covered more in depth in the Introduction and throughout the book and when you finish the book you will see this clearly and it will hopefully inspire you to make changes.

I left Down to Earth in 1989, got nationally certified as a sports injury massage therapist and started traveling the world with a bunch of guys that were making a martial arts movie. After doing that for about four years I finally made it back to Honolulu and got a job as a massage therapist at the Honolulu Club, one of Hawaii's premier fitness clubs. It was there I met the love of my life who I have been with since 1998. She made me an offer I couldn't refuse. She said," If you want to be with me you've got to stop working on naked women". So, I went back into accounting and was the Chief Financial Officer of a large construction company for many years.

Going back to my Newark days when I was an infant, I had no idea what a "chicken" or "egg" or "fish" or "pig" or "cow" was. My dietary blueprint was thrust upon me by my parents as theirs was thrust upon them by their parents. It was by the grace of God that I was able to put things in their proper perspective and improve my health and elevate my consciousness.

The road that I started walking down in 1975 has finally led me to the point of writing my book, “A Sane Diet For An Insane World”. Hopefully, the information contained herein will be enlightening, motivating, and inspiring to encourage you to make different choices. Doing what we do out of conditioning is not always the best course to follow. I am hoping that by the grace of the many friends and personalities I have encountered along my path, you will have a better perspective of what road is the best road for you to travel on, not only for your health but your consciousness as well.

Last but not least: after being vaccinated as a kid I developed asthma, which plagued me all of my life. In 2007 I got exposed to the organic sulfur crystals, which got rid of my asthma in 3 days and has not come back in over 10 years. That, being the tip of the iceberg, has helped people reverse stage 4 cancers, autism, joint pain, blood pressure problems, migraine headaches, erectile dysfunction, gingivitis, and more. Also, because of the detoxification effects by the release of oxygen that permeates and heals all the cells in the body, it removes parasites, radiation, fluoride, free radicals, and all the other crap that is thrust upon us in the environment by Big Business.

For more, please view www.healthtalkhawaii.com and www.asanediet.com.