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Tuesday, April 30, 2013

Contribution by synaptic zinc to the gender-disparate plaque formation in human Swedish mutant APP transgenic mice

I am studying Alzeimers Disease for a few minutes every day. the above title grabbed me

Attenuation Oh the fn scientific method ignored and undefined. How many mice"? was the interaction of the dye considered? I read it as a mis fire of the zinc transport system. Cannabinals are one of the only known drug that helps communication between synaptic interaction. I say raw and juiced you don't get stoned and so what if people get stoned any way? Maybe it would let the world go Ahhhhh?

Instead of writing of the horrors of weather modification and the coolant that they use that is poisoning our soil, air and magnetosphere , or writing about the art of population management thru hunger, I am going to write about the greening of our assisted living homes. This is how I want it. Green. Juicing at every meal , live foods, no warifin, gardens built at waist level or wheel chair level. A medicinal herb garden, a vegetable garden, fruits, basically a permaculture food park. Yoga, quadriceps training Nurse practitioners trained in herbal support, a functional medicine doctor on staff, a cancer specialist naturopath. A nutritionalist who is trained in raw foods and herbs. Classes and things to do that gives them a sence of belonging to the greater community and productiveness. Meditation and visualization.
Massage therapists and physical therapists available twice per week also poultice and waters for healing. Lovely music and things to do besides medications and tv.
Alopath’s only in emergencies since most are so proud of their ignorance of the herbal world.
And of course there would be an acre of weed.

Saturday, April 20, 2013

Happy 420 May it be the year to free the tree

1 ¶ And he shewed me a pure river of water of life, clear as crystal, proceeding out of the throne of God and of the Lamb.
2 In the midst of the street of it, and on either side of the river, was there the tree of life, which bare twelve manner of fruits, and yielded her fruit every month: and the leaves of the tree were for the healing of the nations.
3 And there shall be no more curse: but the throne of God and of the Lamb shall be in it; and his servants shall serve him:
4 And they shall see his face; and his name shall be in their foreheads.
5 And there shall be no night there; and they need no candle, neither light of the sun; for the Lord God giveth them light: and they shall reign for ever and ever.
6 ¶ And he said unto me, These sayings are faithful and true: and the Lord God of the holy prophets sent his angel to shew unto his servants the things which must shortly be done.
7 Behold, I come quickly: blessed is he that keepeth the sayings of the prophecy of this book.
8 And I John saw these things, and heard them. And when I had heard and seen, I fell down to worship before the feet of the angel which shewed me these things.
9 Then saith he unto me, See thou do it not: for I am thy fellowservant, and of thy brethren the prophets, and of them which keep the sayings of this book: worship God.
10 And he saith unto me, Seal not the sayings of the prophecy of this book: for the time is at hand.
11 He that is unjust, let him be unjust still: and he which is filthy, let him be filthy still: and he that is righteous, let him be righteous still: and he that is holy, let him be holy still.

Watergate is Nothing compared to ...

what our Federal Government is tethered to now. Data mining is done by independent contractors who operate under immunity because of a bush Clown executive order or should I say a Cheney allegiance executive order. We are supposed to get used to it. Nothing to hide. The forth amendment kaput

Now they have a convenient excuse Terrorists will get us if we don't succumb to a police state/ A government that announces guilt without trial and assassinates in secret. Ricin is nothing to what they actually already do. We have got to winnow out the propaganda and get to our divine spirit. Then we know how to go.

Friday, April 19, 2013

Bombs are bombs are bombs

Boston Marathon Bombing this week Media theatrics
the news last night one topic. very egocentric
yes it is horrible
It makes us feel vulnerable and angry but at the same time it makes us brothers and sisters to the people that our drones gun down or our helicopters hit or our planes reign cluster bombs on. Countless children who were greatly loved have died because of the US military We the USA _ DO NOT count causalities if they are not Americans. Its wrong like the Boston bombing is wrong. We have to grow up now. We- includes me.

4 twenty better smiles the sniveling thank you

Wednesday, April 17, 2013

kiss the sky

Who are the terrorists? They are the multinational companies who leach off of the public domain: air, water, earth, and plants. They poison us/ They steal our medicine and our tonics by making us programmed masses of human flesh that only reacts without contemplation. ( Contemplation is the 'handmaiden to the devil' don't cha' know?)The true terrorists are the ones whose hearts are telling them that they are doing wrong and they still do it.
The ones who steer the ships of fate, war, 'so called natural disasters' haarp geothermal engineering=> games to them. "Who will rule?" , to them The terrorists propagate war with forethought and calculation. The ones who think that they are better than Jesus who lays in the gutter next to the gated community. Those are the terrorists. The ones on the take are the terrorists. That sure nuff includes a wide swath of us who actually do these things with out thought. I think the tv sets need to be turned off and gardening might be the cure.

Tuesday, April 16, 2013

uantum Touch

Sunday, April 14, 2013

Sorry I said that Mrs. Thatcher

It just flew off my fingers in malicious words. Sorry Margaret T.. As I look at you in your old age, my heart sees that you were an exclamation point to the old ways. It takes decades to end an epoch. Thousands of years. If I take it from that perspective, I can forgive. You were following a programmed path. Programmed in a faulty way to seize power because of the lost connection. You had to eat power from others, to feel worthy. Worthy of what? I ask. If we are the image and likeness of god then fear is obsolete. That is the danger to you. To have us know who we are would lessen the hold that you had. If Margaret, then, I can learn to love you, and forgive you for what you have done, maybe, others will too. Then we won't stay on the path that you used Napalm, poison, and lies to forge. Maybe we can walk an octave away from war We float over that chasm

Saturday, April 13, 2013

Good bye Margaret

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Good bye Margaret Thatcher May this be the end of the twisted feminine Contorted by the dominance of fear The need for control The need for order Straight lines and the front line dispensable The soldiers die with tea and toast and a wave of the hand May you be taken away in chains Good bye and some day maybe I will find forgiveness towards you. I want to say may you be buried with a stake in the heart and garlic all around This is how angry I am at your legacy. I want to call you names, horrible names I dance on your grave today may I have the heart to forgive you and those like you And then forgive myself for feeling this way.

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Friday, April 12, 2013

fairy world of tales

they're back check Mental/.Emotional Tornados
even tornadoes shows which side of the brain I write from.
I choose left. How will I manage a task without form? Jumping over the checkerboard square in a rook slipping over the blockade to my/OUr present type of way. How to be here without fear? How to see without engagement when viewing the depths of our collective task - today.

Herding cats some might say. Guilt that comes from that life, a mistake, fired up in our genetics. In our genetics we need to release this collective guilt and the pending punishment that hangs like a hammer over our heads if we don't learn the easily mouthed lesson of forgiveness.... I am talking today. Today. the twelfth - we/I choose to forgive and unravel the fear and guilt etched in my heart and I let it go. poof - we are beautiful beings of light.

Tuesday, April 9, 2013

the edges

this is how its done
control of the human race
woof woof
divide and conquer
we know the words but we still baa baa to the ones with the whips
only 'they' know that you don't use whips with sheep you use green grass.
Not the kind that would set you all rogue in your thinking but sweet lullabies
and boundaries. Think this. Be afraid of this. Liberals- conspiracy theorists- and =socialists= mean
"do do do do trumpeting" danger. so you there... sit in your straight lines. Think what the screen tells you to think about and know that you are under constant surveillance. Even your thoughts....
Only it doesn't have to be this way... we are free... that's the secret ... our thoughts... even though the chemistry of chaos is aimed at us... we are free... to serve and love and see visions that no one else will see because we were given this amazing playground...this healing magical planet and if they come to take us away there is a realm that they will only see in a million million years -if ever....

A Hildegard von Bingen quote In ode to Janine who sits on the edges of realms today...
BBut I, though I saw and heard these things, refused to write for a long time through doubt and bad opinion and the diversity of human words, not with stubbornness but in the exercise of humility, until, laid low by the scourge of God, I fell upon a bed of sickness; then, compelled at last by many illnesses, and by the witness of a certain noble maiden of good conduct [the nun Richardis von Stade] and of that man whom I had secretly sought and found, as mentioned above, I set my hand to the writing. While I was doing it, I sensed, as I mentioned before, the deep profundity of scriptural exposition; and, raising myself from illness by the strength I received, I brought this work to a close – though just barely – in ten years. [...] And I spoke and wrote these things not by the invention of my heart or that of any other person, but as by the secret mysteries of God I heard and received them in the heavenly places. And again I heard a voice from Heaven saying to me, 'Cry out therefore, and write thus!'[19]