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Thank goodness the weekend is over and all the worker bees have returned to their duties. My older sister had a delayed curried shrimp dinner party yesterday afternoon. She had planned it for New Year's Day, but we got six inches (15.24 cm) of snow the night before, and she figured it was too dangerous for us old folk to drive. I certainly agreed.
These sort of gathering have always gotten on my nerves, but it's worse now that there are all sorts of small children around. The entire entertainment consist of the grown-ups trying to dictate the children's behavior and teach them how to act like adults long before their time. I hate seeing the people I grew up around become teachers instead of friends. .
My siblings are all stodgy assholes, and they're attempting to teach each other's grandchildren how to be stodgy assholes like their children are. Thank God my children and grandchildren live all the way across the United States, and are for all practical purposes, unavailable for this bullshit.
Of course, they are available to my ex-wive's families who I can only assume does the same thing when they get together. I'll bet your family does the same thing. My siblings don't have anything to say to each other much. All communication is about the children's stupidly acting like children. My siblings and I were raised by a couple of school teachers.
My two older sisters are retired school teachers, but neither me or my brothers finished college, and so my brothers are worse about "teaching" any available, totally indefensible kid around than even my fussy sisters are. They're lucky I don't feed their children to the hogs to save them from a fate worse than death. Of course, nobody in my immediate family raises hogs anymore. We buy 95% of the food we eat from the grocery store.
I left my sister's house pretty soon as I finished eating. I was sneaky about it. I eased out the back door and pretended to go sit alone in my car for a while, you know, to digest the huge meal. After about ten minutes of working in the crossword puzzle book I keep in my car, I cranked it up as silently as possible, and slowly drove out the driveway and got the hell outta Dodge.
Nobody I know or have known uses salt water to clean their sinuses. I learned to do it in my late teens when I began to adopt yoga as a way to stay fit and limber, for all the good that did. They appear to think it's undignified in some manner. I don't understand this, but it's real to them and I've learned over the years to leave them to their ignorance. "Where ignorance is bliss...", ignore them.
Now, with the silver colloids I'm just beginning to use, I may have found an ever better way to kill the germs and bacteria that gather in my sinus cavities and Eustachian tubes. for the last fifty years I've used about a teaspoon of regular table salt mixed in about six ounces of tepid water to clean my sinuses.
In the past, when I did this routinely, I would hold the glass of warm salt water under my nostrils, close off one side at a time, and then inhale/suck the water up into the one nostril until I felt the water hit the back of my throat. Then, I would close off the open nostril and blow against the clamped openings to force the water up into my sinuses, and then, into my Eustachian tube on the same side as I put the water into, then do the other side.
The salt water kills most of the accumulated germs and loosens the snot, and when I finally blow my nose that pretty much does what it gonna do when I do that. It's always been my intent to do this to kill the bacteria there. If my sinuses and other head cavities are infected it burns like crazy. I'm not joking. Try it. You will know what I mean by "crazy".
The salt water running over the infected areas kills the germs, but it really hurts. The anticipation of this pain has stopped me from doing it when I'm feeling achy like I have the flu, and thus stops me when I need to do it the most, but eventually I have to do it or go to a doctor. This is very undesirable. I do it anyway. Aiiiyyyyeeeee!!
With the silver colloid water I don't have to do any of that to kill the germs in my head cavities. I filled an eight fluid ounce brown spray bottle with the silver colloid. This bottle was designed to hold hydrogen peroxide. That's why it is brown. To keep light from messing with the peroxide, and why it works well for keeping the colloid water. It produces a very fine mist.
Closing off one nostril at a time and sucking up the misty spray does two things. It pulls the silver colloid up into my sinuses and Eustachian tubes, but it also pulls it down into my poor, mistreated lungs. I smoked two packs of tobacco cigarettes for decades, until I stopped three years ago.
The real difference in me using silver colloids to do this instead of salt water is basically that the salt desolves and dissipates in a very short amount of time, and the nano-sized silver particles last longer. I don't know how much longer or if they actually last longer at all. With the crap I'm coughing up I can readily see how much good it's doing. It's easier and less messy, and it doesn't hurt at all. That's improvement. Either that or I'm pretending it is, and that's okay with me.
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I do not attempt to tell the God's own truth here because I don't know what the truth is or hardly ever. I try to capture the drifting thoughts that randomly appear in my imagination for reasons I may not understand. I don't know if the content I capture with these words is true or false. The Comments settings are turned off to prevent me from having to defend what amounts to little more than fanciful, sometime crude speculation. Great moments in our lives never return.
Monday, February 7, 2011
Sunday, February 6, 2011
Hi Yo Silver
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The silver wire came with no problem, and I've already fixed up my first batch of silver colloids without any real difficulty. It's not rocket science to get this to happen. The most remote thing for me to understand about this process was how long to leave the battery power on in order to get the right amount of silver into the distilled water.
Most of the videos that said anything about this referenced the color of the water in order to tell how many parts per million were in the water. The criteria was basically how yellow the water became. Slightly yellow meant 4-5 ppm (parts per million), Yellow approached 8-12 ppm, and amber, according to how deep amber it turned, represented above 18-20+ ppm. The lower ranges seemed to be the most recommended for killing bacteria and fungi, and several of the videos said greater amounts didn't really help.
Finally, in the last video on making colloid silver I watched, the presenter demonstrated exactly how to use the laser light to tell about how much silver had accumulated. I have a laser light. I bought it at the check-out counter at Wal-Mart a year ago. I really bought it for the included LED flashlight. The red laser beam was a plus because I've been curious since I've never actually owned one. The whole deal cost less than $2.
I didn't really understand the laser method the guy was talking about until the silver wires had been dropped into the water for a couple of hours. That's how long the process had been activated by the batteries when I watched the last video. Suddenly, I realized the laser light was laying right there in front of me and I didn't even have to look for it.
The water "looked like" it had some silver in it. I had put the distilled water into a quart-sized glass canning jar. The combination of glass and silver seemed reminiscent of old fashion mirrors. I sort of knew the silver had to be in there to get that impression, but I had no definitive way of proving it. Soon after I pointed the laser at the glass jar full of distilled water I found out what it was all about.
The silver colloid parts are nano sized particles that remain in suspension in the water for a long time. I don't know how long. When I shone the red laser beam in the water the silver colloids reflected the red laser light right where the beam penetrated the water in a straight, laser-beam line all the way from one side of the jar to the other.
It reminded me of a jewel thief movie where the jewels were protected by a detection system that used laser beams the thief couldn't see. If the thief's body broke the laser line the alarm sounded. The way the thief overcame this was to blow cigarette smoke into the room, and the laser beams popped right into view where the smoke got in the way, but it didn't trigger the alarm.
The transformer I employed to do the same thing I did with the three nine volt batteries hooked up in parallel didn't work. The three batteries combine to put 27 volts on the silver wire. The transformer reduced the 120 volt house current to 20 volts. Apparently that is not enough, but maybe the transformer itself don't work or maybe my soldering job didn't do right.
Drinking the silver colloid water has not been all that pleasant. Maybe it's because of one of the videos that featured this guy who claimed to be a pharmacist. He made some silver colloid water and then dumped the equivalent of some stomach acid into it, and the reflectively bright water turned into an unappetizing gray mush.
This pharmacist guy suggested that drinking the silver colloid didn't do much good, but his view differs from every other video I watched. He said the idea was to get the silver nano particles into the blood stream, and the best way to do that was to give yourself an enema, or at least, to hold a mouthful of it under your tongue so that it could be absorbed into the blood sublingually before the stomach acid transformed it.
Trying to get a liquid to stay under my tongue to get the sublingual absorption to happen is not easy. I tried to hold my tongue up against the roof of my mouth to make the areas below my tongue available until I got bored with that and swallowed it.
All the videos seemed to agree that the colloid silver water needs to be stored out of the sunlight, and preferably in a dark amber-colored glass container. I have a couple of small plastic dark brown spray bottles that came with hydrogen peroxide in them. I dumped one of them and put the colloid water in it so I could spray it on my skin, and up into my sinus cavities.
This approach may work best for me. This stuff purportedly kills most every bacteria known to man. That seems a little over the top for me, but I'm used to putting saline water up my nostrils because of sinus blockage. I've had lots less problems in this area since I stopped smoking tobacco, but I still get stuffed up fairly regularly, and have to take steps to alleviate such conditions.
It's my opinion that if a person can get high snorting stuff up their nose like cocaine, then the silver colloids will get absorbed in a like manner, and thus avoid coming in contact with my stomach acids. I may give myself an enema, but I doubt it. I'd have to buy the equipment to do that, and I never forget I'm a miser.
Between spraying the silver colloid water on the skin of my hands and feet and holding some of the water in my mouth with my tongue placed against the top of my mouth, and spraying it up into each nostril while I'm sucking it up into my sinuses, that will get enough in my blood stream to to what this stuff does.
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The silver wire came with no problem, and I've already fixed up my first batch of silver colloids without any real difficulty. It's not rocket science to get this to happen. The most remote thing for me to understand about this process was how long to leave the battery power on in order to get the right amount of silver into the distilled water.
Most of the videos that said anything about this referenced the color of the water in order to tell how many parts per million were in the water. The criteria was basically how yellow the water became. Slightly yellow meant 4-5 ppm (parts per million), Yellow approached 8-12 ppm, and amber, according to how deep amber it turned, represented above 18-20+ ppm. The lower ranges seemed to be the most recommended for killing bacteria and fungi, and several of the videos said greater amounts didn't really help.
Finally, in the last video on making colloid silver I watched, the presenter demonstrated exactly how to use the laser light to tell about how much silver had accumulated. I have a laser light. I bought it at the check-out counter at Wal-Mart a year ago. I really bought it for the included LED flashlight. The red laser beam was a plus because I've been curious since I've never actually owned one. The whole deal cost less than $2.
I didn't really understand the laser method the guy was talking about until the silver wires had been dropped into the water for a couple of hours. That's how long the process had been activated by the batteries when I watched the last video. Suddenly, I realized the laser light was laying right there in front of me and I didn't even have to look for it.
The water "looked like" it had some silver in it. I had put the distilled water into a quart-sized glass canning jar. The combination of glass and silver seemed reminiscent of old fashion mirrors. I sort of knew the silver had to be in there to get that impression, but I had no definitive way of proving it. Soon after I pointed the laser at the glass jar full of distilled water I found out what it was all about.
The silver colloid parts are nano sized particles that remain in suspension in the water for a long time. I don't know how long. When I shone the red laser beam in the water the silver colloids reflected the red laser light right where the beam penetrated the water in a straight, laser-beam line all the way from one side of the jar to the other.
It reminded me of a jewel thief movie where the jewels were protected by a detection system that used laser beams the thief couldn't see. If the thief's body broke the laser line the alarm sounded. The way the thief overcame this was to blow cigarette smoke into the room, and the laser beams popped right into view where the smoke got in the way, but it didn't trigger the alarm.
The transformer I employed to do the same thing I did with the three nine volt batteries hooked up in parallel didn't work. The three batteries combine to put 27 volts on the silver wire. The transformer reduced the 120 volt house current to 20 volts. Apparently that is not enough, but maybe the transformer itself don't work or maybe my soldering job didn't do right.
Drinking the silver colloid water has not been all that pleasant. Maybe it's because of one of the videos that featured this guy who claimed to be a pharmacist. He made some silver colloid water and then dumped the equivalent of some stomach acid into it, and the reflectively bright water turned into an unappetizing gray mush.
This pharmacist guy suggested that drinking the silver colloid didn't do much good, but his view differs from every other video I watched. He said the idea was to get the silver nano particles into the blood stream, and the best way to do that was to give yourself an enema, or at least, to hold a mouthful of it under your tongue so that it could be absorbed into the blood sublingually before the stomach acid transformed it.
Trying to get a liquid to stay under my tongue to get the sublingual absorption to happen is not easy. I tried to hold my tongue up against the roof of my mouth to make the areas below my tongue available until I got bored with that and swallowed it.
All the videos seemed to agree that the colloid silver water needs to be stored out of the sunlight, and preferably in a dark amber-colored glass container. I have a couple of small plastic dark brown spray bottles that came with hydrogen peroxide in them. I dumped one of them and put the colloid water in it so I could spray it on my skin, and up into my sinus cavities.
This approach may work best for me. This stuff purportedly kills most every bacteria known to man. That seems a little over the top for me, but I'm used to putting saline water up my nostrils because of sinus blockage. I've had lots less problems in this area since I stopped smoking tobacco, but I still get stuffed up fairly regularly, and have to take steps to alleviate such conditions.
It's my opinion that if a person can get high snorting stuff up their nose like cocaine, then the silver colloids will get absorbed in a like manner, and thus avoid coming in contact with my stomach acids. I may give myself an enema, but I doubt it. I'd have to buy the equipment to do that, and I never forget I'm a miser.
Between spraying the silver colloid water on the skin of my hands and feet and holding some of the water in my mouth with my tongue placed against the top of my mouth, and spraying it up into each nostril while I'm sucking it up into my sinuses, that will get enough in my blood stream to to what this stuff does.
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Saturday, February 5, 2011
A Story Of My Hands
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The Apple TrackPad I bought a while back has taken a long time to get used to. I still don't use it to play Minesweeper, but use the Everywhere Mouse by logitech. The Everywhere mouse is hard to get away from. It has to be the best regular type of mouse I've ever used. I don't think I'll get away from using both. Sometime at the same time.
My first-hand knowledge that I had rheumatoid arthritis showed up as what I considered to be carpal-tunnel syndrome. It took a couple of years or more for me to get diagnosed with RA. I've had serious problems with my hands and wrists for years. Buying the TrackPad was one of the best moves I could have made as far as giving my hands and wrists a break.
The touch feature of the TrackPad takes some getting used to. Mostly, it's remembering to use those touch and swipe features instead of reaching for the standard mouse. Once I developed a habit of using the TrackPad it got easier to operate, and remarkably, with the softest, teeny tiniest touch. That's great for my RA pains.
Playing the major and minor scales on my digital piano is not done with the "softest, teeny tiniest touch". I get bored just mechanically moving up and down the keyboard, so a lotta times I start trying to play the scales in a more dramatic fashion so that I noodle my way up the scale and come crashing down to the bottom of it with pizzazz!
That's fun, but sometimes it's hell on my fingers. I am, however, moving right along while playing the scales now. First I learned to play the major scales, then added the relative minor to each major scale. The relative minor uses the same piano keys as the major scale, I just start four half-steps lower, and move around the Circle of Fifths in one direction, and now, more recently, the other direction around the Circle of Fifths again.
My youngest brother may be going insane. When I got up this morning and checked my e-mail I had a post from him with this link attached to it:
http://www.ted.com/talks/christopher_mcdougall_are_we_born_to_run.html
This speaker talks about being a runner and reiterates the story going around about how homo sapiens' greatest feature is the ability to sweat and run for long distances. I've written about this before. It's not my idea, but I sorta think it's probably true.
He talked about how humans learned to hunt in packs in order to stampede their prey and then chase after them until they had a heat stroke. It's because furry animals, including horses, don't sweat as profusely as humans do.
Humans can run for hours in the heat of the day, and as long as they hydrate occasionally they'll be fine. Not the animals they prey upon though. Animals like the grazing stock of the savannas can run really fast, but not that far running all out. The packs of humans stampede them and run after them until they fall down exhausted, and then all the humans need to do is bonk them in the haid caveman style. THUD!!
The TEDtalk video is pretty interesting, but I'm fairly familiar with the ideas he seemed espoused to. Even when he started talking about running long distance races barefooted and how the injuries he and most long distant runners suffer from all disappeared once he started running barefooted.
I'm suspicious about why my brother sent me this link. His 64th birthday just happened January 28th. Everybody realizes that Aquarians are known for their eccentricities. I think my brother is gonna start taking our walks together barefooted. Maybe I will too. What else we got to do?
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The Apple TrackPad I bought a while back has taken a long time to get used to. I still don't use it to play Minesweeper, but use the Everywhere Mouse by logitech. The Everywhere mouse is hard to get away from. It has to be the best regular type of mouse I've ever used. I don't think I'll get away from using both. Sometime at the same time.
My first-hand knowledge that I had rheumatoid arthritis showed up as what I considered to be carpal-tunnel syndrome. It took a couple of years or more for me to get diagnosed with RA. I've had serious problems with my hands and wrists for years. Buying the TrackPad was one of the best moves I could have made as far as giving my hands and wrists a break.
The touch feature of the TrackPad takes some getting used to. Mostly, it's remembering to use those touch and swipe features instead of reaching for the standard mouse. Once I developed a habit of using the TrackPad it got easier to operate, and remarkably, with the softest, teeny tiniest touch. That's great for my RA pains.
Playing the major and minor scales on my digital piano is not done with the "softest, teeny tiniest touch". I get bored just mechanically moving up and down the keyboard, so a lotta times I start trying to play the scales in a more dramatic fashion so that I noodle my way up the scale and come crashing down to the bottom of it with pizzazz!
That's fun, but sometimes it's hell on my fingers. I am, however, moving right along while playing the scales now. First I learned to play the major scales, then added the relative minor to each major scale. The relative minor uses the same piano keys as the major scale, I just start four half-steps lower, and move around the Circle of Fifths in one direction, and now, more recently, the other direction around the Circle of Fifths again.
My youngest brother may be going insane. When I got up this morning and checked my e-mail I had a post from him with this link attached to it:
http://www.ted.com/talks/christopher_mcdougall_are_we_born_to_run.html
This speaker talks about being a runner and reiterates the story going around about how homo sapiens' greatest feature is the ability to sweat and run for long distances. I've written about this before. It's not my idea, but I sorta think it's probably true.
He talked about how humans learned to hunt in packs in order to stampede their prey and then chase after them until they had a heat stroke. It's because furry animals, including horses, don't sweat as profusely as humans do.
Humans can run for hours in the heat of the day, and as long as they hydrate occasionally they'll be fine. Not the animals they prey upon though. Animals like the grazing stock of the savannas can run really fast, but not that far running all out. The packs of humans stampede them and run after them until they fall down exhausted, and then all the humans need to do is bonk them in the haid caveman style. THUD!!
The TEDtalk video is pretty interesting, but I'm fairly familiar with the ideas he seemed espoused to. Even when he started talking about running long distance races barefooted and how the injuries he and most long distant runners suffer from all disappeared once he started running barefooted.
I'm suspicious about why my brother sent me this link. His 64th birthday just happened January 28th. Everybody realizes that Aquarians are known for their eccentricities. I think my brother is gonna start taking our walks together barefooted. Maybe I will too. What else we got to do?
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Friday, February 4, 2011
Rain, Rain
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If all the rain we are getting was snow it would be four feet deep. It hasn't stopped raining all day. It just slows down once in a while. The temperature hasn't varied since yesterday when it started rained more that five degrees either up or down. At least there are no hurricanes now. It's the wrong time of the year for that.
As you might imagine, there isn't much going on at my house today. There has been no e-mail except from the iPhone group I sub to just to get some sense of what's going on. I've considered getting a smart phone, and if I did it would probably be an iPhone. Now that I might get a free phone because I'm so poor, I may settle for that and get an iPad instead. I really need a reliable GPS with Google Maps.
I've never even owned a cell phone before. The biggest disadvantage to not having one is the mobility it allows. Since I've never had one I don't know what I'm missing. Getting a smartphone would be another digital step up the ladder even from a cell phone. Maybe I should start small.
Recently I ordered some silver wire to make silver colloids with. I've been a little nervous about whether the place I ordered it from was legit. Today I got an e-mail saying that the wire was shipped late Wednesday through the Post Office, and he provided me with a number to trace the delivery.
Ordering stuff over the internet with a debit card is a risky business. I've only been ripped off once that I know about. I did have to get a new debit card because the scam at TJMaxx. They got my numbers, but Visa caught it and cancelled my old account before they used them. I'm happy (or will be happy) to think I've found a reliable source for silver.
The silver colloids I make will be my first experience with using silver as an antibiotic except for the Silverdene I mentioned previously. I intend to drink some of it, but right now I'm thinking of how useful it could be to me externally. Particularly as a deodorant.
My skin is getting so thin now that I hate to take too many showers. It's really tough on my skin. Silver kills the bacteria that causes perspiration odor. Using a silver colloid solution in a spray bottle could make my old body and well-worn clothes a lot easier to deal with in public.
The main purpose of using the silver colloids externally is the bacteria and fungi everybody picks up just by living in the world. I've very eager to find out if the application of silver colloids will keep the lesions associated with the rheumatoid arthritis at bay.
I was real surprised the Silverdene worked. I seem convinced it worked because the lesions didn't respond to anything else I'd used to get them to heal up. The fact that it did work as an antibiotic seems to indicate that these lesions are associated with external bacteria, and that hadn't seemed possible before.
None of the usual omens for these lesion being infected were present. If the silver wire arrives soon I'll be able to find out for sure that the silver acting as an antibiotic will work for me on these lesions in the future. I'm not being pessimistic to expect them to be there in the future.
I really haven't had a handle of what I've needed to do to stop or prevent them. I've shown these sore spots to several doctors, and for the most part they ignored then and didn't consider them to be any sort of threat. To be candid, the only real problem they've been in the past has been cosmetic. They look icky. Nobody wants that.
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If all the rain we are getting was snow it would be four feet deep. It hasn't stopped raining all day. It just slows down once in a while. The temperature hasn't varied since yesterday when it started rained more that five degrees either up or down. At least there are no hurricanes now. It's the wrong time of the year for that.
As you might imagine, there isn't much going on at my house today. There has been no e-mail except from the iPhone group I sub to just to get some sense of what's going on. I've considered getting a smart phone, and if I did it would probably be an iPhone. Now that I might get a free phone because I'm so poor, I may settle for that and get an iPad instead. I really need a reliable GPS with Google Maps.
I've never even owned a cell phone before. The biggest disadvantage to not having one is the mobility it allows. Since I've never had one I don't know what I'm missing. Getting a smartphone would be another digital step up the ladder even from a cell phone. Maybe I should start small.
Recently I ordered some silver wire to make silver colloids with. I've been a little nervous about whether the place I ordered it from was legit. Today I got an e-mail saying that the wire was shipped late Wednesday through the Post Office, and he provided me with a number to trace the delivery.
Ordering stuff over the internet with a debit card is a risky business. I've only been ripped off once that I know about. I did have to get a new debit card because the scam at TJMaxx. They got my numbers, but Visa caught it and cancelled my old account before they used them. I'm happy (or will be happy) to think I've found a reliable source for silver.
The silver colloids I make will be my first experience with using silver as an antibiotic except for the Silverdene I mentioned previously. I intend to drink some of it, but right now I'm thinking of how useful it could be to me externally. Particularly as a deodorant.
My skin is getting so thin now that I hate to take too many showers. It's really tough on my skin. Silver kills the bacteria that causes perspiration odor. Using a silver colloid solution in a spray bottle could make my old body and well-worn clothes a lot easier to deal with in public.
The main purpose of using the silver colloids externally is the bacteria and fungi everybody picks up just by living in the world. I've very eager to find out if the application of silver colloids will keep the lesions associated with the rheumatoid arthritis at bay.
I was real surprised the Silverdene worked. I seem convinced it worked because the lesions didn't respond to anything else I'd used to get them to heal up. The fact that it did work as an antibiotic seems to indicate that these lesions are associated with external bacteria, and that hadn't seemed possible before.
None of the usual omens for these lesion being infected were present. If the silver wire arrives soon I'll be able to find out for sure that the silver acting as an antibiotic will work for me on these lesions in the future. I'm not being pessimistic to expect them to be there in the future.
I really haven't had a handle of what I've needed to do to stop or prevent them. I've shown these sore spots to several doctors, and for the most part they ignored then and didn't consider them to be any sort of threat. To be candid, the only real problem they've been in the past has been cosmetic. They look icky. Nobody wants that.
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Thursday, February 3, 2011
The Gospel Of Thomas As An Oracle
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This morning I woke up in the same nightmare I've been having frequently for some time now. I get trapped inside a huge industrial complex and I can't find my way outta there. I run all over the place trying to find an exit that will allow me to leave, and the only way I can get out of there is to wake up. Aaaaaiiiiiyyyeeeeee!!
The last thing I remember this morning was getting closed in by this mess screen wire, and I was reaching into my pocket to find a knife to cut my way free. I hardly ever have a pocket knife on me. Apparently, however, in this nightmare this morning, I did. I cut my way outta there.
Dream interpretation has never been my long suite. At least, not my own dreams, and whose dreams can I actually interpret but my own? If I were to attempt to interpret this long-recurring nightmare, I guess I'll say that the industrial complex is my body. I feel trapped in my body. I feel trapped upon the planet Earth.
56 Jesus said, "Whoever has come to know the world has discovered a carcass, and whoever has discovered a carcass, of that person the world is not worthy."
http://www.gape.org/gapes/prispevki/atranslationofthegospelofthomas.htm
I have been studying the Gospel of Thomas for a long time now. Over a decade. I got intrigued by buying and reading a book called The Gnostic Gospels by Elaine Pagels. I felt a deep kinship with the careactors she described the early Christians as being. Pagels described them as being like me, which in my world view is saying she described them as herself.
Years later, after the digital revolution had taken over my life, I became obsessed with participating in e-mail discussion groups of all kinds. People from all over the world exchanged views with other people from all over the world. It didn't seem possible such a thing could happen, and yet, there seemed to be a real "we" who did that. No mas.
Perhaps the main reason that e-mail conversation could happen that fascinated me was because I was around fifty years old when I bought my first computer, and had experienced the pre-digital world as if that was the ultimate frame for interpreting the way life would happen on the planet Earth.
It didn't cross my mind to look for an e-mail discussion group on the Gnostic Gospels until after I'd been participating on other groups for about five years. Then, one day I serendipitously ran across a mention of a scholar's group about the Gospel of Thomas.
It reminded me of reading Pagels' book. I Googled it up and discovered there were two groups for studying the Gospel of Thomas. One was moderated very actively (and still is) that was created for academics, and another group for a more informal, less moderated conversation.
If you seem familiar with my outlook on life at all you gotta know I subscribed to the informal group. Education, particularly self-education, is the only-est way to fly. Academians are for the most part, in my unworthy opinion, chumps. When a person doesn't know what they're subjecting to academia to be trained like monkeys for has a known end... '-)
The Gospel of Thomas e-mail discussion group has had a powerful influence on the way I view Christianity. Previous to this experience my view of Christianity didn't have much depth. I had rejected it soon after puberty screaming hypocrisy. Now I realize I was wrong.
Christianity is not hypocritical, the people who practice it are, but so are the Muslims and the Buddhists, and the Hindoos. All religions only amount to what their practitioners make of them, and the practitioners are all human, and thar's the rub.
There was no preconceived purpose in my subscribing to this GoT group. I was curious. My curiosity had been whetted by my reading Pagels' book. I did go into their conversation pretty much settled on who-I-think-I-am-is.
When I realized that it wasn't Christianity's fault that it's adherents were responsible for their own hypocrisy, and not the religion itself, I found myself desirous of acquiring a little more depth in regard to how Christianity arose, and whence it did that.
By "whence" I mean where. I wanted to know the beginnings of the Christian story. It didn't take all that long to realize it didn't start with the Jews or the Greeks or the Egyptians long before them. Like all other religions it started in the human heart. What? You haven't realized that I am is nothing if not a romantic?
The point of me studying the Gospel of Thomas is to make it into a more Christian-like oracle for myself. When I die or get senile or suffer dementia it won't exist anymore. I can't write it down for there would be no point. It's already in place and working fairly well. Now, it's just a matter of practice. Every snail has a home.
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This morning I woke up in the same nightmare I've been having frequently for some time now. I get trapped inside a huge industrial complex and I can't find my way outta there. I run all over the place trying to find an exit that will allow me to leave, and the only way I can get out of there is to wake up. Aaaaaiiiiiyyyeeeeee!!
The last thing I remember this morning was getting closed in by this mess screen wire, and I was reaching into my pocket to find a knife to cut my way free. I hardly ever have a pocket knife on me. Apparently, however, in this nightmare this morning, I did. I cut my way outta there.
Dream interpretation has never been my long suite. At least, not my own dreams, and whose dreams can I actually interpret but my own? If I were to attempt to interpret this long-recurring nightmare, I guess I'll say that the industrial complex is my body. I feel trapped in my body. I feel trapped upon the planet Earth.
56 Jesus said, "Whoever has come to know the world has discovered a carcass, and whoever has discovered a carcass, of that person the world is not worthy."
http://www.gape.org/gapes/prispevki/atranslationofthegospelofthomas.htm
I have been studying the Gospel of Thomas for a long time now. Over a decade. I got intrigued by buying and reading a book called The Gnostic Gospels by Elaine Pagels. I felt a deep kinship with the careactors she described the early Christians as being. Pagels described them as being like me, which in my world view is saying she described them as herself.
Years later, after the digital revolution had taken over my life, I became obsessed with participating in e-mail discussion groups of all kinds. People from all over the world exchanged views with other people from all over the world. It didn't seem possible such a thing could happen, and yet, there seemed to be a real "we" who did that. No mas.
Perhaps the main reason that e-mail conversation could happen that fascinated me was because I was around fifty years old when I bought my first computer, and had experienced the pre-digital world as if that was the ultimate frame for interpreting the way life would happen on the planet Earth.
It didn't cross my mind to look for an e-mail discussion group on the Gnostic Gospels until after I'd been participating on other groups for about five years. Then, one day I serendipitously ran across a mention of a scholar's group about the Gospel of Thomas.
It reminded me of reading Pagels' book. I Googled it up and discovered there were two groups for studying the Gospel of Thomas. One was moderated very actively (and still is) that was created for academics, and another group for a more informal, less moderated conversation.
If you seem familiar with my outlook on life at all you gotta know I subscribed to the informal group. Education, particularly self-education, is the only-est way to fly. Academians are for the most part, in my unworthy opinion, chumps. When a person doesn't know what they're subjecting to academia to be trained like monkeys for has a known end... '-)
The Gospel of Thomas e-mail discussion group has had a powerful influence on the way I view Christianity. Previous to this experience my view of Christianity didn't have much depth. I had rejected it soon after puberty screaming hypocrisy. Now I realize I was wrong.
Christianity is not hypocritical, the people who practice it are, but so are the Muslims and the Buddhists, and the Hindoos. All religions only amount to what their practitioners make of them, and the practitioners are all human, and thar's the rub.
There was no preconceived purpose in my subscribing to this GoT group. I was curious. My curiosity had been whetted by my reading Pagels' book. I did go into their conversation pretty much settled on who-I-think-I-am-is.
When I realized that it wasn't Christianity's fault that it's adherents were responsible for their own hypocrisy, and not the religion itself, I found myself desirous of acquiring a little more depth in regard to how Christianity arose, and whence it did that.
By "whence" I mean where. I wanted to know the beginnings of the Christian story. It didn't take all that long to realize it didn't start with the Jews or the Greeks or the Egyptians long before them. Like all other religions it started in the human heart. What? You haven't realized that I am is nothing if not a romantic?
The point of me studying the Gospel of Thomas is to make it into a more Christian-like oracle for myself. When I die or get senile or suffer dementia it won't exist anymore. I can't write it down for there would be no point. It's already in place and working fairly well. Now, it's just a matter of practice. Every snail has a home.
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Wednesday, February 2, 2011
The Future Is The Past
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The anticipation of a waiting period comes back into my life in an active mode. The "free phone" I applied for is still in the works. It could be a rip-off, but it was mentioned during the news broadcast of a major TV network, and the man who now lives as my neighbor apparently got one, so I think my chances are pretty good.
Since yesterday, I'm waiting to find out if the company I used my debit card to purchase some .9999 % pure silver #10 gauge wire from is honest and reliable. The only thing they have to do to earn my respect (it's not really sought for by many) is to send me the goods. They already have my money.
Something else that may be working with the lesions I'm having problems with is the fresh aloe juice I've been applying. I've had these lesions on my feet for some years now. They come and go, but not because of anything I've done to bring a healing around. There are plenty of aloe plants over in my brother's greenhouse, so why not use them?
These lesions have everything to do with the autoimmune diseases that have shown up in the last decade or so. They are somehow associated with the rheumatoid arthritis. Nothing I've used to get them to heal up has worked until I applied the Silverdene. All I care about is that it works. If I can get this colloid silver thing going on I should be better preserved in the near future.
I've spent considerable internet time reading up on the effects of using silver colloids. It's been going on a long time, but only since the discovery and civilization of electricity has it been available in the colloid form. The articles I've been reading state that the silver colloids produce better results than the Silverdene cream I've been applying.
The major use of it results from drinking it. Putting it inside your body. It is famous for killing 650 gut bacterias, including the useful ones. The reason this interests me is the other articles I've read in which various doctors seem convinced that most autoimmune diseases are caused by the excrement of certain gut bacterias.
The fact that the Silverdene is famous for killing bacteria and fungi encourages me to believe these lesions are caused by one or the other, and if that's so, then they are not necessarily caused by the rheumatoid arthritis. I guess I'm gonna find out soon if the silver man ships the wire as promised.
The small package I mailed to my daughter with the childhood pictures and school drawings she and her sister made was the second package I've sent in the last month or so. She took it to mean that I might be considering suicide, so I sent her an e-mail to warn her it was coming.
I included a couple of photographs of me. Not so much for her pleasure, but to show her what her mother fell in love with and that she was born into a loving situation. Her mother only started hating me after our/her second child was born.
I write "our/her" due her mother informing me rather tersely during my visit to Seattle for our oldest child's second wedding that they are not my children due to our divorce. I sometime wonder if that's the literal truth, and why ultimately she got a divorce from me.
All I know is that I did the right thing by marrying her so she would have the child legitimately. Whether I was the real father or not wasn't the point at the time. It would be better for the world if I were to exhibit such careactor in other aspects of my life, but I have to follow my own angels.
My house can use a lotta cleaning and throwing out of stuff I don't use anymore. I got stuff I thought in the past that I might need in the future, but now that it is the future and I don't have much of a future left to save for, it's time to burn all that stuff in the trash pile.
I'm burning all the letters I wrote to my parents that my mother saved for me. All my past report cards from the first grade onward. All my old writings and journals that got spared from similar burnings in the past. There will be nothing left of who I used to be by Spring. No blame.
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The anticipation of a waiting period comes back into my life in an active mode. The "free phone" I applied for is still in the works. It could be a rip-off, but it was mentioned during the news broadcast of a major TV network, and the man who now lives as my neighbor apparently got one, so I think my chances are pretty good.
Since yesterday, I'm waiting to find out if the company I used my debit card to purchase some .9999 % pure silver #10 gauge wire from is honest and reliable. The only thing they have to do to earn my respect (it's not really sought for by many) is to send me the goods. They already have my money.
Something else that may be working with the lesions I'm having problems with is the fresh aloe juice I've been applying. I've had these lesions on my feet for some years now. They come and go, but not because of anything I've done to bring a healing around. There are plenty of aloe plants over in my brother's greenhouse, so why not use them?
These lesions have everything to do with the autoimmune diseases that have shown up in the last decade or so. They are somehow associated with the rheumatoid arthritis. Nothing I've used to get them to heal up has worked until I applied the Silverdene. All I care about is that it works. If I can get this colloid silver thing going on I should be better preserved in the near future.
I've spent considerable internet time reading up on the effects of using silver colloids. It's been going on a long time, but only since the discovery and civilization of electricity has it been available in the colloid form. The articles I've been reading state that the silver colloids produce better results than the Silverdene cream I've been applying.
The major use of it results from drinking it. Putting it inside your body. It is famous for killing 650 gut bacterias, including the useful ones. The reason this interests me is the other articles I've read in which various doctors seem convinced that most autoimmune diseases are caused by the excrement of certain gut bacterias.
The fact that the Silverdene is famous for killing bacteria and fungi encourages me to believe these lesions are caused by one or the other, and if that's so, then they are not necessarily caused by the rheumatoid arthritis. I guess I'm gonna find out soon if the silver man ships the wire as promised.
The small package I mailed to my daughter with the childhood pictures and school drawings she and her sister made was the second package I've sent in the last month or so. She took it to mean that I might be considering suicide, so I sent her an e-mail to warn her it was coming.
I included a couple of photographs of me. Not so much for her pleasure, but to show her what her mother fell in love with and that she was born into a loving situation. Her mother only started hating me after our/her second child was born.
I write "our/her" due her mother informing me rather tersely during my visit to Seattle for our oldest child's second wedding that they are not my children due to our divorce. I sometime wonder if that's the literal truth, and why ultimately she got a divorce from me.
All I know is that I did the right thing by marrying her so she would have the child legitimately. Whether I was the real father or not wasn't the point at the time. It would be better for the world if I were to exhibit such careactor in other aspects of my life, but I have to follow my own angels.
My house can use a lotta cleaning and throwing out of stuff I don't use anymore. I got stuff I thought in the past that I might need in the future, but now that it is the future and I don't have much of a future left to save for, it's time to burn all that stuff in the trash pile.
I'm burning all the letters I wrote to my parents that my mother saved for me. All my past report cards from the first grade onward. All my old writings and journals that got spared from similar burnings in the past. There will be nothing left of who I used to be by Spring. No blame.
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Tuesday, February 1, 2011
Silver Bells
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The research I do before I buy anything, especially from over the internet drives me crazy. Today it was about buying some silver rods with which to make silver colloids. I must have spent at least four hours looking to buy this stuff from a reputable dealer. At this point I only know that my card information went through and they sent me an e-mail receipt.
I wrote earlier about how I used some prescription stuff called Silverdene that cured the lesions on my feet. I didn't realize at the time that I could make something like this myself, even though my former sister-in-law who recommended the Silverdene also uses silver colloids herself and has given it to her children for years.
She had recommended drinking silver colloids to me before, and even told me she would fix me up a batch to keep in my refrigerator, but I wasn't convince it was something I could get into until I used the Silverdene even though she is a certified vet. Up until I used the Silverdene, however, I was at the end of my rope. I had tried everything that came down the pike, and nothing worked to heal the lesions that have popped up on the toes of my feet.
Silver colloids are easy to make using the electricity from batteries. Usually 9 volt batteries. People use three of them in parallel to produce 27 volts. I got what I think is a better idea. I'm gonna use a transformer that reduces the voltage from 120 volts down to by attaching alligator clips. This should do the same thing except that it might take a little longer.
The problem for me was buying the silver itself. I just didn't know where to look to get the high grade of silver recommended for making this happen. From the reading I've done this is the most likely area to get gypped. Maybe not so much with the quality of the silver, but hustlers taking my money and giving nothing in return. Maybe I'll get lucky. If I get what I paid for it'll probably be enough silver to last the rest of my life.
Who knew that silver was the most often used antibiotic in the world before penicillin was discovered. Silver colloids kills most of the bacteria and fungi existent in the known world. It sure killed whatever it was that was eating my toes. The thing about making my own in distilled water, and then putting it in a spray bottle to use on and inside my body is that I know what I'm doing without depending on other people to be honest with me.
I don't expect these silver colloid treatments to cure the autoimmune diseases that are slowly killing me, but it might stave off some of the side effects from getting worse. It would be difficult for me to remember all the medicines I've used to get those lesions to heal up. Then, outta the blue (literally, the bluebloods get that way from eating and drinking from silver dinnerware), "along comes Jones, slow-walking Jones" healing all my bones. '-)
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The research I do before I buy anything, especially from over the internet drives me crazy. Today it was about buying some silver rods with which to make silver colloids. I must have spent at least four hours looking to buy this stuff from a reputable dealer. At this point I only know that my card information went through and they sent me an e-mail receipt.
I wrote earlier about how I used some prescription stuff called Silverdene that cured the lesions on my feet. I didn't realize at the time that I could make something like this myself, even though my former sister-in-law who recommended the Silverdene also uses silver colloids herself and has given it to her children for years.
She had recommended drinking silver colloids to me before, and even told me she would fix me up a batch to keep in my refrigerator, but I wasn't convince it was something I could get into until I used the Silverdene even though she is a certified vet. Up until I used the Silverdene, however, I was at the end of my rope. I had tried everything that came down the pike, and nothing worked to heal the lesions that have popped up on the toes of my feet.
Silver colloids are easy to make using the electricity from batteries. Usually 9 volt batteries. People use three of them in parallel to produce 27 volts. I got what I think is a better idea. I'm gonna use a transformer that reduces the voltage from 120 volts down to by attaching alligator clips. This should do the same thing except that it might take a little longer.
The problem for me was buying the silver itself. I just didn't know where to look to get the high grade of silver recommended for making this happen. From the reading I've done this is the most likely area to get gypped. Maybe not so much with the quality of the silver, but hustlers taking my money and giving nothing in return. Maybe I'll get lucky. If I get what I paid for it'll probably be enough silver to last the rest of my life.
Who knew that silver was the most often used antibiotic in the world before penicillin was discovered. Silver colloids kills most of the bacteria and fungi existent in the known world. It sure killed whatever it was that was eating my toes. The thing about making my own in distilled water, and then putting it in a spray bottle to use on and inside my body is that I know what I'm doing without depending on other people to be honest with me.
I don't expect these silver colloid treatments to cure the autoimmune diseases that are slowly killing me, but it might stave off some of the side effects from getting worse. It would be difficult for me to remember all the medicines I've used to get those lesions to heal up. Then, outta the blue (literally, the bluebloods get that way from eating and drinking from silver dinnerware), "along comes Jones, slow-walking Jones" healing all my bones. '-)
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