Thursday, September 10, 2015

So disturbed by the refugee crisis!

When I backpacked across the Middle east, I got a bus from Ankhara, Turkey to Damascus, Syria. I landed there at 9 pm, Friday and realised that every ATM was closed until Monday morning. I had no syrian money, no banks open, nothing to get from the bus station and 15 km to Damascus. A Syrian walked up and asked me if I needed help, and when I explained my problem, he gave me cash an equivalent of 50 USD to help out! When I called him on Monday to return the money, he told me to give it to the needy.

Then I took a boat from Syria to Egypt. I thought it was a 3 hour journey when it was actually 3 days, since I didn't understand the language. I had neither food nor water on the boat. Every passenger invited and shared a meal with me for those 3 days.

There were so many such moments - in no land - America, the British Isles, Europe or the rest of the Middle east did I experience so many random acts of kindness as I did in Syria!

I think of all these generous Syrians reaching out to me - a strange Indian woman with a backpack - and I wonder if they're among the refugees, if they're on a boat, on foot or hungry or exhausted somewhere. And I worry for them.

I'm doing the extreme of  'Think globally, act locally' with 'Worry globally'. This refugee situation has really touched me. I can't stop following their treks across nations, the coverage, the photos, the general hopelessness of it ... as if I was one of them!! I worry for their future, for the kids' emotional survival, for the cruelty they might encounter (like the tripping hun photographer). I'm crossing my fingers for a magic solution, greedily looking out for a welcoming country, a loving gesture by a policeman to a child or an old person, for a kind macedonian girl, for anything good.

I'm looking for signs that people are treating my generous Syrians as well as they'd treated me.I'm looking for hope that they are going to survive.

I guess I'm looking for hope too that people are kind to each other, or else what hope would I have that they'd be kind to animals? That one day animals will be fully free of the human yoke, spoon and fork?

Tuesday, September 8, 2015

Disease, war and refugees

I've found so many things about humans disgusting that I've turned away my mind from them at a very young age. Violence and war represented men at their lowest, torture and experimentation their worst. It was inexplicable to me, and unforgivable. I'd been abused as a child by men I'd trusted, so I knew well how it took no provocation or reason.

I assumed it was an evil in every man, just waiting for an opportunity to show itself. In contrast, I thought women were intrinsically good, since I've rarely seen anything but kindness from them. American women in Abu Ghraib, Israel and Elizabeth Bathory redefined this to a narrower population.

But in the last couple of years, I've begun to see all evil as disease. I think much of the violence and war is a consequence of and the expression of miasm - especially the scrofula with its sycotic-cancer- tubercular cruelties. The affected mind is the last stage of the disease and grows more emotional and imaginative.

I remember my abuser had crumbling, blackened teeth and smelled of paan masala (don't recall too much of it - I was too young to understand and blanked it out for about 15 yrs). These premature signs are typical, and I've read about how British soldiers in WW1 had such poor teeth that they couldn't eat meat unless it was ground (leading to modern dentistry). All this talk about PTSD is just the next stage of mental degeneration of scrofula, where it imitates syphilis, in men after acting on the impulses and commands alone.

The social crisis is just the disease called Scrofula by homeopaths spreading, the violence and rape and torture its manifestations. At the other end of the spectrum are the victims, like myself as a child, and the refugees of war today. There's a wonderful article on the net about cancer and how it can create both victims and aggressors, slaves and masters.

The victims are unable to find the energy to escape the crisis created by the aggressors, nor the mental clarity to understand it enough to fight it from strength. And if they escape, it is a stumble from one nightmare into the next, as they migrate. I've seen this in dogs as well. The dogs that run, that set off to change territory, are the weakest, the sick, the hopeless and the young. As they invade healthier dogs' territories (as syrian refugees are invading europe), they're least likely to survive without aid. Many run until they drop dead.

But underlying all this disease, there's one factor that makes it manifest so violently - it's the weather and earth changes. So many of my dogs have changed territory for years, though most dogs only move about 3/4ths of kilometre a year, it's only this year that I've seen the strongest desire to migrate in them. I've been able to counter it with homeopathy and reiki for animals, but I can see the crisis exploding in the human populations of the world.

Until the earth calms down, the refugee crises will continue to spread, because the disease, scrofula, becomes active with it.

Monday, September 7, 2015

Little kitten missing after storm - spigelia for storms or LQ

2 am - Kitten still alive. Saw her active.
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I haven't posted in a long time since I've been so stressed by the weather and animals missing or sick or stressed as well. There are some 5 distant cyclones, past Japan, but it's pulling in the winds at such an angle across southern India that it's bringing rain and stripping the surface of electrons and immunity. A double whammy. (Insat pic below)

It's been a nightmare for the free cats who've all had kittens. The very young are all dying of a variety of inflammations - the little white one who had very severe inflammation of the orbits around the eyes. I gave her Euphr 30, Verat v 30 and Teucr 6 hoping to help her past this storm, but she's been missing since last night, so I'm assuming she didn't make it, poor thing.

 This black and white (below) female, Kalli, has had kittens just a few weeks ago, but has inflamed mammary glands - I don't know how she'll feed them, poor thing. She's lost every set but one (tollu and dollu). I hope they survive and that this storm will pass quickly.
I've found out that Spigelia is a remedy for this Last Quarter (or storms!). Like Ignatia, it's a remedy that they all seem to draw. It's too late for the little white kitten, but apparently it prevent that kind of inflammation around the eyes.