By Julie Tourangeau | julietour.com

This Isn’t a New Fad, We Just Forgot

Suddenly, it’s everywhere: celebrities talking about toxic mold, influencers warning about invisible illness, and media headlines acting like this is some new discovery.

But it isn’t.

Mold isn’t a modern trend and neither is the awareness that our environment affects our body, mind, and soul. What’s new is that we’re finally starting to remember what ancient people never forgot.

This post is part personal, part spiritual, and part historical because my own health fell apart from something I couldn’t see. And when I started to heal, I found myself rediscovering a path hidden in plain sight from Scripture, from Essene wisdom, and from the inner whisper that always told me: your body isn’t lying.

How My Body Cried Out

It started slowly. A patch of redness here. Some fatigue there. Then it picked up speed:

• January 2025: I experienced intensely heavy bleeding — more than usual — but I chalked it up to a terrible period. I didn’t realize at the time that it might have been something more.
• February: The pain intensified. It became debilitating. I went to the ER. Doctors suspected a kidney stone but the test was negative.
• I was referred to an OB/GYN, but couldn’t get in immediately.
• An ultrasound ruled out cysts.
• An MRI followed.
• And then my doctor, looking at the full picture and my hormone panels, gently said what I hadn’t wanted to name:
“I believe you miscarried.”
• My thyroid levels confirmed it, 8.98, and my adrenals? they had crashed.
• And the deeper cause?
Mold… silently disrupting my endocrine system, immune function, and reproductive health.

It was a turning point. The mold wasn’t just causing fatigue and rashes. It was interfering with life itself.

When I Found the Mold

The truth was hiding behind my walls.

Black mold. Airborne spores. Mycotoxins. All silently stressing my thyroid, overworking my adrenals, and disrupting my immune system, making my body unable to function as it should.

Once I connected the dots, everything made sense. The unexplained weight gain? Mold can:
• Suppress thyroid function by blocking T4 → T3 conversion
• Elevate cortisol through chronic adrenal stress
• Trigger inflammation that leads to water retention and slowed metabolism
• Disrupt leptin and insulin, making the body store fat even on the same foods

It wasn’t about calories. It was about survival. My body was trying to protect me but in doing so, it became trapped in a state of illness.

What Ancient Scripture Had Already Told Us

When I looked into ancient wisdom, I was stunned to find exact descriptions of mold contamination… not in a medical journal, but in the Book of Leviticus:

“If there is a plague of mildew in a house, greenish or reddish depressions in the walls, the priest shall examine it… If the mildew reappears… it is a destructive mildew; the house must be torn down.”
(Leviticus 14:37–45)

They didn’t call a contractor. They called a priest — because mold was seen as a spiritual threat, not just a health hazard.

If it kept spreading, the house was destroyed. Not patched. Not painted. Removed.

They knew what we’ve forgotten:
Sometimes the only way to heal is to tear down what made you sick.

The Essenes and Early Christians Understood This, Too

As I continued healing, I found myself drawn to early Christian texts.. the ones that talked not just about heaven, but about living in harmony with nature, light, and truth.

The Essene Gospel of Peace says:

“Flee the damp and unclean places where the sun does not shine, for there the angels of death dwell.”

“Cleanse your dwelling, your skin, your food, and your thoughts for the angels of health do not visit where rot remains.”

These weren’t just poetic metaphors. They were practical survival tools.

The Essenes practiced:
• Clean air, light, and water
• Daily cleansing rituals
• Plant-based eating for detox and vitality
• Environmental vigilance to protect the temple of the body

They saw decay as a sign that something needed to be addressed, both physically and spiritually.

And it matched everything I was learning in real time:
The mold wasn’t just in my home. It was in my nervous system, my habits, my emotional layers. It was time to purge.

Mold as Metaphor: What Are You Letting Fester?

I now see mold not just as a toxin but as a messenger.

It taught me to:
• Pay attention to what’s growing in the dark
• Purify the places I once neglected
• Trust my body’s warnings
• Reclaim ancient truths I didn’t know were mine to remember

When we ignore the mold, in our homes, our hearts, our habits, it spreads. But when we bring light, fire, and sacred intention, we clear space for health, clarity, and God’s presence.

We Were Never Meant to Live This Way

In the rush of modern life, we’ve normalized:
• Feeling tired all the time
• Gaining weight and blaming ourselves
• Living in toxic homes and workplaces
• Ignoring the body’s cries for help

But the ancients didn’t. The Essenes didn’t. And the early Christians knew:

“You are the temple of the Holy Spirit.” (1 Corinthians 6:19)

So I ask you:
What in your life needs clearing?
What mold — literal or symbolic — has been whispering?

It’s time to listen. It’s time to remember.

The Path Forward

My journey isn’t over…but it’s no longer a mystery.

I now see my symptoms as sacred messengers.
My rashes? My weight gain? My fatigue? My organ dysfunction? My reproductive challenges?
They were the wake-up call I needed to reclaim my body and my spirit.

I share this not just as a story, but as an invitation.

If this resonates, stay connected. I’ll be sharing more in my upcoming book, The Lost Path to Freedom, where ancient teachings, spiritual healing, and real-life detox journeys converge.

We’re not crazy.
We’re remembering.