I owe another blogger for my starting to write about what happened to me. Andrea's family has a story that is so far worse, so far beyond anything we've been through, it almost seems silly to complain in comparison. But more than anything else, reading about her journey made me realize my journey wasn't so completely out there. I am not alone. There are others out there who've been through variations on a theme by Mold. Hers was the first blog I found, but it wasn't the last.
In reading about her fight with mold and her family's struggles, I came across this blog describing a passage in the Old Testament about mold. I have a sudden urge to put four tassels on my cloak and send up a burnt offering, a spotless male lamb if possible.
OK, seriously, Leviticus 14 details the dangers of mold to the extent that a priest was supposed to examine a dwelling place and if necessary, order that its stones be torn out and cast away. Moses wasn't playing around with this stuff!
It made me wonder what other ancient wisdom there is about mold, if any. Did the Greeks pray to their gods on Mt. Olympus to rid them of the scourge? Did the Egyptians have to treat their mummies against mold?
Enter my good friend, Google. So I did a search on mold in history, and found an interesting theory - that the rumors of curses in the tombs of Pharaohs comes not from actual magic, but just plain old toxic mold spores. Mummies were often buried with food to feed them in the next life, and that probably did rot. I mean, it just stands to reason. No surprise then that modern archaeologists wear protective gear - masks and so on.
Maybe Howard Carter's team should've just called their priest to come inspect the tomb first. I'm thinking it would have saved a lot of trouble in the long run.
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