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After I posted a story on my channel about a young man who was cured of his carbohydrate allergy, the comments section was flooded with similar stories from real life. I would like to share one of them here. I quote:

👍 I can confirm this! Here is my real story about my long-standing allergy to honey.
My allergy to honey
When I was a child, in elementary school, my parents sent me to the Krasny Les children's camp (in the Krasnodar region) in the summer.
At the camp, I lived in a tent with several other people. There was no entertainment, games, sports, movies, or excursions. The camp was in the forest on the bank of a very small, dirty river overgrown with thorny bushes. It was strictly forbidden to go to the river, let alone swim in it. The bank and bottom of the river were like sticky, smelly mud. In short, it was miserable!
Halfway through my stay at this camp, my father finally visited me (parents were only allowed to visit their children once a week on a certain day off). I told him how bad it was here and asked him to take me home early from this camp🙏. And he, as it seemed to me, had almost agreed to it. He went to negotiate with the camp management. At that moment, one of the adults took me to the camp dining room, said, “Eat up,” and placed a large, deep clay plate filled to the brim with honey in front of me. He gave me bread and a spoon and suggested that I eat as much honey as I wanted while my father negotiated... I sat there, eating honey with bread and waiting for my father. Other children began to arrive in the dining room for their meal (lunch). My father was still not there. I went to look for him and learned from the camp workers that my father had gone home. Without me!!! Without even saying goodbye!!!
Since then, until I was 60, I had a terrible allergy to honey, to the smell of honey, to anything containing honey (rapid swelling of the throat and tonsils, sometimes leading to difficulty breathing)... Even if there was a jar of honey on the table far away from me, I couldn't eat anything... But the important thing in this story is that I completely forgot about this conflict!!!
Once at work, one of my subordinates brought a jar of honey to a colleague and offered me some, praising its taste and healing properties. The honey turned out to be from his apiary. I said that I had a persistent, long-standing allergy to honey. He replied that his honey had prolonged the life of a cancer patient. I was impressed! I asked him to sell me a small portion of honey (less than a mayonnaise jar), figuring that I wouldn't eat it myself, but if my family liked it, we would buy some for the winter to prevent colds in children.
At home, remembering the vaunted healing properties and unique “northern” composition of honey, I tried half a teaspoon. I didn't have an allergic reaction!
Over the course of a week, I ate the entire contents of that small jar, starting with a teaspoonful, first with apprehension and caution, then with interest, and finally with pleasure. I had no allergic reaction to this honey!
I bought three three-liter jars of this friend's magical honey, and within a year we had eaten it all (I ate it along with everyone else) — and I had no allergic reaction!
Since then, I have had no allergic reaction to any honey!
Thus, believing in the safety of this particular honey based on the words of a professional beekeeper and my respected colleague (having gained new expert conviction about the safety and even healing properties of honey), I disidentified honey from its previously persistent property of causing the above-described allergy in me. I became convinced of its usefulness, tastiness, and safety for my body. And only five years later, armed with the knowledge of 5BZ and GNM, I remembered the conflict described above, my dramatic and isolated unexpected disappointment that my father had abandoned me, promising to take me with him — he left me secretly while I was eating honey, hoping for my father to return!
This is how I naturally disidentified with Track-honey, which arose at the same time as the Conflict of separation from my father, which I had completely forgotten over time.
With respect and best wishes for everyone's health, Alexander❤️🙋‍♂️