We live in a world where every single one of us has been stigmatized in one way or another ... even if we don't realize it. We are judged and categorized accordingly for easy control and manageability. Based on looks, speech, address, wardrobe, recent past, not-so-recent past, past mistakes, past successes, past addictions, past ailments, past friends .... and the list goes on and on.
This wouldn't be so bad in my opinion, if it were all just you and I trying to compartmentalize our friends. But this stigmatization is in the daily cracks and crevices of our lives. For instance, if you have ever had any issue with pain medication and addiction, your Medical Records might as well have a giant red "A" on them. I've witnessed this and heard the horror stories. Basically, a person could have their Femur bone sticking out of their thigh, and depending on what their medical records state, if they go to Emerg the first thing the staff will think is "PILL-SEEKER". It doesn't even matter if you want the pain meds. The stigma is there. You are inside that box where you're simply looking for a quick fix or a quick high. I've heard of people stating very plainly upon entering Triage that they DO NOT want any pain killers. And yet, many medical professionals will simply push them into another even deeper box. One that says that they're game-playing or that they're in denial of their need for an opiate.
And I'm no fool here Peeps. I know it happens. I know about addiction and how deeply those claws can dig in. I know the lengths that an addiction will go to, to make you feed it what it needs. And if you don't feed it, those claws feel like they curl, anchoring themselves even more deeply. I've been addicted to legal medications that don't even give pleasure; and I've felt addiction for non-legal substances too. They feel similar if not identical. Like an urgency in your gut or in your brain. And what society doesn't seem to realize, is that every single one of us has the potential for addiction. Addiction does not discriminate. Not by race, religion, culture, or tax-bracket. It's about receptors in the brain ... and nothing more.
I want to know this: if a medical professional can seemingly judge your state of addiction by looking at you, then why the heck aren't they helping people with addiction!? If you can see the early stages of addiction, then offer assistance, suggest programs, tell them that they don't have to live that way! Rather than assuming that a person wants an opiate, how about you discuss that need that you think they're feeling. I thought the medical industry as a whole had the "Do No Harm" motto. Well you're doing harm every single time you prejudge the intentions, the needs, or the addictions of those entering your workplace. How about you discuss their addiction with them for what it really is .... a disease. And one that can be managed if not cured.
There are other scarlet letters that are written on our files. Especially our kids. This to me is the most appalling. Soon our children will all have big red letters after their names. The boxes they already had, called SDD's (Specific Development Disorders) recently needed micromanaging. Some needed to split and create new boxes, new sub-categories. The age old LD (Learning Disability) was way too big. I was in there at grade 3 and 4 and it seemed very suffocating to me. Inside or as addendum to the LD box, we now have a PDD box (Pervasive Development Disorder). If your child is strong-willed and stubborn, they'll shove her in the ODD (Oppositional Defiant Disorder) box. If your son has trouble concentrating, interrupts, or has to be doing more than one thing at the same time, we'll shove him into the ADD (Attention Deficit Disorder) box or into the newly renovated ADHD (Attention Deficit Hyperactivity Disorder) box. And finally ... my personal favorite ... EFD (Executive Function Disorder). Why my fave? Because of all of the labels we throw around, this is the blanket that can cover the majority of us at one time or another ... or for me on the daily. It is the box that adults and children are shoved into when they show a pattern of having problems with organization and keeping schedules. Ahem. Yep.
Every single week, I find myself being helped by fully capable adults who, if born today would be shoved into one or more of these boxes. I wonder, do you think that those people, if labelled would still be the same people today? Would they still have that job? Still have that self-image, self-esteem, self-identity? Or would the Scarlet letters that our society places on us all, marginalize them to the point of discrimination and self-defeat? I know that some parents accept these labels, stating that without the label they wouldn't get the extra help and assistance. That's shitty isn't it? What's shittier is the fact that our schools are given funding for most if not all of the Scarlet labeled children they enroll. Would that not automatically encourage over-labeling?
Huh ... so labels mean profit. So in the end, this rant is once again about how much Capitalism sux.
Tuesday, 15 April 2014
Wednesday, 9 April 2014
Capitalism Sux
Imagine if some salesman came to your door selling you a health supplement. It's not cheap, but depending on your country it might be covered. Someone does indeed make money from this supplement~and lots of it ~if not the salesman himself. You take it, you believe in it, the science is solid and real. But the supplement reacts badly with something in your system, in your blood, in your genetic makeup. It really doesn't matter why, because you're sick. Imagine if you couldn't even hold anyone responsible, or get reimbursed for hospitals visits and medications. Imagine if you found out that that supplement maker is governed by a "no-fault" system for litigating damages.
People react to simple things these days like Tums, makeup, foods like chickpeas. So no one can deny that there is a chance that you or your child will react to a vaccination. The very vaccinations that people are crying out for the world to mandate. Studies proving vaccinated kids are healthier than unvaccinated kids would go a long way to convince me. As would studies that prove GMO food, Fluoride, and yearly dental xrays are safe too! But that will never happen because the results will affect someone's income.
Capitalism sux when it trumps public health and safety.
People react to simple things these days like Tums, makeup, foods like chickpeas. So no one can deny that there is a chance that you or your child will react to a vaccination. The very vaccinations that people are crying out for the world to mandate. Studies proving vaccinated kids are healthier than unvaccinated kids would go a long way to convince me. As would studies that prove GMO food, Fluoride, and yearly dental xrays are safe too! But that will never happen because the results will affect someone's income.
Capitalism sux when it trumps public health and safety.
Saturday, 5 April 2014
Black Box Technology in Every Politician's Vehicle.
I used to be in the car business. Such a small yet fast-moving and profitable world that is. I remember this one dealership that I worked at really valued it's customers. And to show that appreciation, dealers wearing that brand all over Canada held yearly anniversary parties, usually taking place at the local drive in and/or amusement park. That's where it was held the year I took part. Right up on the hill that our Tragically Hip speak of in the first verse of that awesome song "Blow at High Dough". It was amazing to take part in something like that. Imagine it. For one Sunday all of the salespeople ... new and used ... met and helped make this one day of gratitude rock.
It was here that I witnessed one of the poorest of judgments in a fellow human being that I had ever witnessed at that stage of my life. One young couple were driving a loaner car because their own vehicle was waiting for a part. The ownership in the glove box had a business number a dealer name on it.
Well ... we all learned about odors and osmosis in high school right? It wasn't long at all until management and then the actual owners of the dealership became aware of the weed smell wafting from the cracked windows of their brand new demo car. The gall. The poor judgement of youth.
Segue now to Toronto. Our mayor has done crack cocaine in a drunken stupor. To me, those are two statements that are obvious cries for help masked in some kind of elitist ideology that the drunkenness is an acceptable excuse for the crack use. Not only this, but it's pretty difficult if not impossible to get crack home delivery these days lemme tell ya. And they say we have free enterprise! I jest ... truly ... humor is a coping mechanism for me now. What's my point?
It came to me just now as I vacuumed that Mayor Ford has undoubtedly used the same poor judgement that those two young small town kids used at that anniversary appreciation day. I, and the owners of that dealership excused and forgave that lax in sanity to inexperience and lack of respect. What are we blaming Ford's poor judgement on?
I mean ... think about it: It is very very likely that cocaine was not only purchased from, but then cooked in and then frantically consumed in a vehicle whose ownership reads "The City of Toronto", "The Canadian Kennedy's", or maybe .... "The Gatekeepers of Etobicoke"?
Maybe we need some good 'ol Black Box technology installed in every politician's vehicle!
It was here that I witnessed one of the poorest of judgments in a fellow human being that I had ever witnessed at that stage of my life. One young couple were driving a loaner car because their own vehicle was waiting for a part. The ownership in the glove box had a business number a dealer name on it.
Well ... we all learned about odors and osmosis in high school right? It wasn't long at all until management and then the actual owners of the dealership became aware of the weed smell wafting from the cracked windows of their brand new demo car. The gall. The poor judgement of youth.
Segue now to Toronto. Our mayor has done crack cocaine in a drunken stupor. To me, those are two statements that are obvious cries for help masked in some kind of elitist ideology that the drunkenness is an acceptable excuse for the crack use. Not only this, but it's pretty difficult if not impossible to get crack home delivery these days lemme tell ya. And they say we have free enterprise! I jest ... truly ... humor is a coping mechanism for me now. What's my point?
It came to me just now as I vacuumed that Mayor Ford has undoubtedly used the same poor judgement that those two young small town kids used at that anniversary appreciation day. I, and the owners of that dealership excused and forgave that lax in sanity to inexperience and lack of respect. What are we blaming Ford's poor judgement on?
I mean ... think about it: It is very very likely that cocaine was not only purchased from, but then cooked in and then frantically consumed in a vehicle whose ownership reads "The City of Toronto", "The Canadian Kennedy's", or maybe .... "The Gatekeepers of Etobicoke"?
Maybe we need some good 'ol Black Box technology installed in every politician's vehicle!
Thursday, 20 March 2014
The Passing of a furry nephew ... RIP Dexie
In a previous post I mentioned once having a huge pack of my own. I had horses, dogs, puppies, cats, kittens, and lovebirds. All interacting with one another on the daily. It was a managerie of furry wonderfulness. Some nights I fell asleep giggling at how many pets I had in bed with me at one time.
I recently said, "Ciao for now" to my last pack-member and furry feline India, knowing that she would very soon join the rest of our pack that have passed before her. My own sister just said the same to her furry boy Dexter after sixteen years of love and life. His energetic spirit will undoubtedly follow India's. For I believe energy to be like that. It gathers when likeness is found ... like mercury from a broken thermometer. You try to separate it; yet cannot.
My nephew Dexter was a funny boy. A worry-wort who loathed bag-pipes, his mommy's absence, and anything but meat or cheese. He wasn't too fond of the rumble strip on the highway either! A one-woman dog, Dexter never really warmed up to anyone else unless his mommy was away. Then he would very quietly come snuggle up next to you, touching you with his legs snuggled up underneath himself. He was very very sensitive. Not only because he was half poodle and half Shih tzu and his skin was thin, but he never really knew he was a dog, in my opinion. His great loves were his ritual walks, going to gramma & grampa's house, and his little sister Gracie.
If I could, I would send a message to my passed-over pack members to treat Dexie with a little bit of softness. I would ask that my Rotti Sasha show him her strong maternal side, and that my cocker spaniel Laya be a little less aloof to him. My parents' dog Snookie will greet him, and my sister's dog Simon too. So many loved ones waiting for us to come back to the Source.
Upon re-reading, "Ciao for now" seems insensitive, overly light. But it's been said that the word Ciao literally means, "goodbye for now". So it is fitting. I don't really believe in a heaven or a hell. I only believe in the inevitability and the truth that energy cannot be extinguished. Each and every living thing has this energy inside of it. This soul. This light.
So ... I'll literally see you soon my furry friends. And don't forget to visit us in our dreams.
My nephew Dexter was a funny boy. A worry-wort who loathed bag-pipes, his mommy's absence, and anything but meat or cheese. He wasn't too fond of the rumble strip on the highway either! A one-woman dog, Dexter never really warmed up to anyone else unless his mommy was away. Then he would very quietly come snuggle up next to you, touching you with his legs snuggled up underneath himself. He was very very sensitive. Not only because he was half poodle and half Shih tzu and his skin was thin, but he never really knew he was a dog, in my opinion. His great loves were his ritual walks, going to gramma & grampa's house, and his little sister Gracie.
If I could, I would send a message to my passed-over pack members to treat Dexie with a little bit of softness. I would ask that my Rotti Sasha show him her strong maternal side, and that my cocker spaniel Laya be a little less aloof to him. My parents' dog Snookie will greet him, and my sister's dog Simon too. So many loved ones waiting for us to come back to the Source.
Upon re-reading, "Ciao for now" seems insensitive, overly light. But it's been said that the word Ciao literally means, "goodbye for now". So it is fitting. I don't really believe in a heaven or a hell. I only believe in the inevitability and the truth that energy cannot be extinguished. Each and every living thing has this energy inside of it. This soul. This light.
So ... I'll literally see you soon my furry friends. And don't forget to visit us in our dreams.
Tuesday, 11 March 2014
The Demonization of Mr. T.H. Cannabinol
A few months ago I was speakin' to a friend about the herb. She's been on the herbal for years and years. I mentioned how Cannabidiol was stopping seizures and she had no idea what I was talking about. Said she only knew about Tetrahydrocannabinol.
Stop ... the ... bus. So even regular users are confused about this plant? Wow. Then what do non-users not know? Better yet, what have they been hypnotized into believing over the years?
How many out there only know about Cannabis and THC ?? Is this the whole problem? Well it's a problem for sure because putting all the responsibility of this plant onto one little compound's shoulders is just not fair!
Fifteen years ago I started learning about Cannabis. The weed information highway was flowing fast and when I first started, the only compound anyone knew about was T.H. He was everywhere, given the spotlight as the only cannabinoid in existence! Most believed that there were only compounds in the flower bud, and the small inner leaves surrounding those buds. Well, some fifteen years later, there's this movement of people using "whole plant medicine". From the very tips of the leaves to the very ends of the roots, every part of this plant has medicinal compounds in it. Is prohibition of this plant all because of a simple misunderstanding?
There are thousands of different strains of Cannabis. And there are mad scientist-meet tree huggers out there actively cross-breeding plants to create more strains using the skills of selective breeding and grafting. There are hundreds of compounds in this plant in varying ratios. And most of these compounds are great team players. In fact, studies and evidence is showing that these compounds work best when working together in combination; not in isolation from one another. They simply work better as a team! Maybe the Cannabis plant is here to show humanity that as a team, we are unstoppable. From arthritis to parkinson's, this plant does the body good!
I feel like I've heard it all..... Weed makes you lazy. Pot smokers just sit around playing video games and eating Doritos. Weed is a gateway to harder drugs. Lazy lazy lazy stoners. And everyone who says these things blames Mr. T.H. Cannabinol. That poor guy. How misunderstood can one little naturally occurring compound be?
Mr. T.H. here kills pain, has anti-spasmodic benefits, relieves nausea, stimulates appetite, and much much more. But there is something else that my buddy does ... for me at least. He pulls me out of myself. Seriously. Millions of us have some form of depression or anxiety. And even those that don't, know what I mean when I talk about self-defeating mental chatter. T. H. makes you forget all that. He's such a great conversation starter that's for sure! He really makes you think. He makes you question things while allowing you to open up enough to see new perspectives. Getting in tight with T.H.--I mean really spending some time with him, getting to know his strengths and his weaknesses-- has shown me how to practice something called "radical self-acceptance". T.H. makes my skin feel more familiar to me, makes it fit on my bones better. I'm not as self critical now that we've been friends, yet much more likely to see the road to change as navigable.
But there's a catch with THC. In natural plant form, he doesn't really do any of the above. In that form, which is basically just a different shaped molecule that doesn't fit into the same receptor, Mr. T.H. lowers inflammation, reduces seizures and convulsions, and inhibits cell growth in cancerous tumors. All without psychoactive effects. It's only when the plant material is heated that THCA changes his shape becoming THC, and easily fits into that receptor. While the plant is growing, the compound has zero psychoactive effects. Zero. Tell me again why we can't grow it in our gardens?
Can you see why it's just plain silly to blame T.H. for promoting lazyness, lethargy, and lack of ambition? And don't blame that on the rest of the team either. Better yet, blame it on the individual themselves. Personal responsibility. Because every day, millions of people worldwide are doing strenuous manual labor while medicated with cannabis, and doing it well.
Spread the word. Share at will! Scream it from the mountaintops .... Mr. T.H. Cannabinol rocks!
He has proven to me time and time again that he wants what is best for me and this biology of mine. Some friends just make us better people.
Stop ... the ... bus. So even regular users are confused about this plant? Wow. Then what do non-users not know? Better yet, what have they been hypnotized into believing over the years?
How many out there only know about Cannabis and THC ?? Is this the whole problem? Well it's a problem for sure because putting all the responsibility of this plant onto one little compound's shoulders is just not fair!
Fifteen years ago I started learning about Cannabis. The weed information highway was flowing fast and when I first started, the only compound anyone knew about was T.H. He was everywhere, given the spotlight as the only cannabinoid in existence! Most believed that there were only compounds in the flower bud, and the small inner leaves surrounding those buds. Well, some fifteen years later, there's this movement of people using "whole plant medicine". From the very tips of the leaves to the very ends of the roots, every part of this plant has medicinal compounds in it. Is prohibition of this plant all because of a simple misunderstanding?
There are thousands of different strains of Cannabis. And there are mad scientist-meet tree huggers out there actively cross-breeding plants to create more strains using the skills of selective breeding and grafting. There are hundreds of compounds in this plant in varying ratios. And most of these compounds are great team players. In fact, studies and evidence is showing that these compounds work best when working together in combination; not in isolation from one another. They simply work better as a team! Maybe the Cannabis plant is here to show humanity that as a team, we are unstoppable. From arthritis to parkinson's, this plant does the body good!
I feel like I've heard it all..... Weed makes you lazy. Pot smokers just sit around playing video games and eating Doritos. Weed is a gateway to harder drugs. Lazy lazy lazy stoners. And everyone who says these things blames Mr. T.H. Cannabinol. That poor guy. How misunderstood can one little naturally occurring compound be?
Mr. T.H. here kills pain, has anti-spasmodic benefits, relieves nausea, stimulates appetite, and much much more. But there is something else that my buddy does ... for me at least. He pulls me out of myself. Seriously. Millions of us have some form of depression or anxiety. And even those that don't, know what I mean when I talk about self-defeating mental chatter. T. H. makes you forget all that. He's such a great conversation starter that's for sure! He really makes you think. He makes you question things while allowing you to open up enough to see new perspectives. Getting in tight with T.H.--I mean really spending some time with him, getting to know his strengths and his weaknesses-- has shown me how to practice something called "radical self-acceptance". T.H. makes my skin feel more familiar to me, makes it fit on my bones better. I'm not as self critical now that we've been friends, yet much more likely to see the road to change as navigable.
But there's a catch with THC. In natural plant form, he doesn't really do any of the above. In that form, which is basically just a different shaped molecule that doesn't fit into the same receptor, Mr. T.H. lowers inflammation, reduces seizures and convulsions, and inhibits cell growth in cancerous tumors. All without psychoactive effects. It's only when the plant material is heated that THCA changes his shape becoming THC, and easily fits into that receptor. While the plant is growing, the compound has zero psychoactive effects. Zero. Tell me again why we can't grow it in our gardens?
Can you see why it's just plain silly to blame T.H. for promoting lazyness, lethargy, and lack of ambition? And don't blame that on the rest of the team either. Better yet, blame it on the individual themselves. Personal responsibility. Because every day, millions of people worldwide are doing strenuous manual labor while medicated with cannabis, and doing it well.
Spread the word. Share at will! Scream it from the mountaintops .... Mr. T.H. Cannabinol rocks!
He has proven to me time and time again that he wants what is best for me and this biology of mine. Some friends just make us better people.
Friday, 7 March 2014
Honesty
The validity of the following statement is only increased by the fact that you're reading this; not hearing me say it.
"I have trouble being completely and totally honest when face to face." ~ the couch activist
The result of growing up in a small town during those early formative years?
The result of being the youngest child?
The result of too many Customer Service jobs?
The result of being born an Aquarius?
The result of being a people pleaser?
The result of growing up with severe shyness?
The result of growing up disliking my own voice?
Who the heck knows eh? But I know I'm not alone in this either.
"I have trouble being completely and totally honest when face to face." ~ the couch activist
The result of growing up in a small town during those early formative years?
The result of being the youngest child?
The result of too many Customer Service jobs?
The result of being born an Aquarius?
The result of being a people pleaser?
The result of growing up with severe shyness?
The result of growing up disliking my own voice?
Who the heck knows eh? But I know I'm not alone in this either.
Monday, 3 March 2014
Ripe for a Cult
I've always sort of been open to new things. Looking back, I don't really know when it started, or if there was any one thing that sparked my life-long curiosity, but here it is. The internet and all of its millions of hours of information was ... life changing to say the least, and fed that curiosity with more than I ever imagined. Did you know that in other parts of the world, people drink the mid-stream of their morning urine? Urine Therapy ... and people rave about its benefits!
More than any other part of life and culture, I obsessed about health. Seems like a quick obsession eh? I mean, Health Canada and most countries out there have a comprehensible Food guide for us to eat by. What about that, left me searching for more? Health Canada also has this field of modern medicine with trained doctors and nurses to treat me. What about that, left me searching for more there too?
The Donnelly homestead is located in rural Ontario and that's where I grew up. I grew up watching my parents and farming neighbors work the ground each and every year. I'd watch them save ashes or food scraps to fertilize the soil. There was magic in that there soil. Each grain of sand or soil having gone through the intestinal tract of the millions of dew worms living there. I feel like I grew up grungy, dirty-nailed and like a kin to the earth, and then became an adult who saw that sterility and cleanliness was the goal in every aspect out there. Not sure how soon I made the connection, but it surely didn't feel right to me and my pagan core.
Watching surgeries with sterile instruments, latex gloves, and needles everywhere seemed utterly ridiculous when compared to the doctoring that I ever watched at the farm. It just reiterated to me that there was a better way, a more natural way to treat illness and infection. The white cloaked doc will give you a pill to cure that infection. A pill that will have an affect on almost every other process in your body. Or you could have a shaman or naturapath put some squirmy leaches on that one sore and they will clean it up better than any rubbing alcohol, and they'll do it without affecting any other part of your system. Friggin gross... but friggin amazing!
Gall-bladder flush
Liver flush
Oil-pulling
At-home enemas
Urine therapy
Facercise
Hair treatments
Hypnosis
Just ask my fam. There were a few years there where Di's contribution to family dinners was always some kinda shit-over-the-log tree-hugger's concoction of grains nobody heard of! But my family were great and they all tried some~ even my daddy who would take just the smallest of lovin' spoonfuls to make me feel good about myself. I was influenced by them; this they could see. I was a product of livin' off the earth ... as were they.
Even to this day, my curiosity is great. It's not enough for me to simply see the finished product. I want to know how it was made. I need to step into those other shoes. I need to see that view from right there. Here we go back to perspectives, but I wanna see what you see. I wanna know why that makes you feel the way it does. I just wanna know.
It is this insatiable hunger for knowledge that worries some people. I know many many conspiracy theories. It doesn't mean I believe them all. But I've read about them, and some of them do indeed have details that resonate with me. But is this a bad thing? In conversations, I bring these things up. I love seeing the look on peoples' faces when you tell them about some of these alternative measures or as some call it, craziness. But it was within the realms of one such conversation with a co-worker where I was told that I was "ripe for a cult." He assumed that I believed everything I read, thus making me highly susceptible to being taken advantage of. Now this co-worker is almost as polar opposite to me as he could be. He sells cars during the day, goes home, walks his dogs, feeds his kids, and watches Dwarf porn til he falls asleep with his hand in his pants. Well .... a cult or a travelling circus? Maybe we're both ripe for something!
We're all weirdos. Seriously. There is something about you that only you get. Guess what? That's ok! But if curiosity and the desire to know more about the world around you, makes you 'ripe for a cult', we'd still be wearing fig leaves over our private parts.
It was curiosity and an eagerness to learn that made DaVinci record the early flying vessels that he envisioned.
It was curiosity that encouraged early explorers to set off for the sunset with no idea where or even if they would land.
It was curiosity that made early Natives put corn kernels in the fire.
It was curiosity that gave prehistoric man and woman the wonderment of fire.
Without the natural urge of curiosity, where the hell would we be? Can you imagine what life would look like if no one ever thought, "I wonder what would happen if I rubbed these two sticks together really fast?".
And finally, can you imagine where'd we be if that guy's co-worker discouraged him and told him he was ripe for a cult!?
Brrrrrrrrrr .... would be a more common sound :-)
More than any other part of life and culture, I obsessed about health. Seems like a quick obsession eh? I mean, Health Canada and most countries out there have a comprehensible Food guide for us to eat by. What about that, left me searching for more? Health Canada also has this field of modern medicine with trained doctors and nurses to treat me. What about that, left me searching for more there too?
The Donnelly homestead is located in rural Ontario and that's where I grew up. I grew up watching my parents and farming neighbors work the ground each and every year. I'd watch them save ashes or food scraps to fertilize the soil. There was magic in that there soil. Each grain of sand or soil having gone through the intestinal tract of the millions of dew worms living there. I feel like I grew up grungy, dirty-nailed and like a kin to the earth, and then became an adult who saw that sterility and cleanliness was the goal in every aspect out there. Not sure how soon I made the connection, but it surely didn't feel right to me and my pagan core.
Watching surgeries with sterile instruments, latex gloves, and needles everywhere seemed utterly ridiculous when compared to the doctoring that I ever watched at the farm. It just reiterated to me that there was a better way, a more natural way to treat illness and infection. The white cloaked doc will give you a pill to cure that infection. A pill that will have an affect on almost every other process in your body. Or you could have a shaman or naturapath put some squirmy leaches on that one sore and they will clean it up better than any rubbing alcohol, and they'll do it without affecting any other part of your system. Friggin gross... but friggin amazing!
Gall-bladder flush
Liver flush
Oil-pulling
At-home enemas
Urine therapy
Facercise
Hair treatments
Hypnosis
Just ask my fam. There were a few years there where Di's contribution to family dinners was always some kinda shit-over-the-log tree-hugger's concoction of grains nobody heard of! But my family were great and they all tried some~ even my daddy who would take just the smallest of lovin' spoonfuls to make me feel good about myself. I was influenced by them; this they could see. I was a product of livin' off the earth ... as were they.
Even to this day, my curiosity is great. It's not enough for me to simply see the finished product. I want to know how it was made. I need to step into those other shoes. I need to see that view from right there. Here we go back to perspectives, but I wanna see what you see. I wanna know why that makes you feel the way it does. I just wanna know.
It is this insatiable hunger for knowledge that worries some people. I know many many conspiracy theories. It doesn't mean I believe them all. But I've read about them, and some of them do indeed have details that resonate with me. But is this a bad thing? In conversations, I bring these things up. I love seeing the look on peoples' faces when you tell them about some of these alternative measures or as some call it, craziness. But it was within the realms of one such conversation with a co-worker where I was told that I was "ripe for a cult." He assumed that I believed everything I read, thus making me highly susceptible to being taken advantage of. Now this co-worker is almost as polar opposite to me as he could be. He sells cars during the day, goes home, walks his dogs, feeds his kids, and watches Dwarf porn til he falls asleep with his hand in his pants. Well .... a cult or a travelling circus? Maybe we're both ripe for something!
We're all weirdos. Seriously. There is something about you that only you get. Guess what? That's ok! But if curiosity and the desire to know more about the world around you, makes you 'ripe for a cult', we'd still be wearing fig leaves over our private parts.
It was curiosity and an eagerness to learn that made DaVinci record the early flying vessels that he envisioned.
It was curiosity that encouraged early explorers to set off for the sunset with no idea where or even if they would land.
It was curiosity that made early Natives put corn kernels in the fire.
It was curiosity that gave prehistoric man and woman the wonderment of fire.
Without the natural urge of curiosity, where the hell would we be? Can you imagine what life would look like if no one ever thought, "I wonder what would happen if I rubbed these two sticks together really fast?".
And finally, can you imagine where'd we be if that guy's co-worker discouraged him and told him he was ripe for a cult!?
Brrrrrrrrrr .... would be a more common sound :-)
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