Wednesday, November 23, 2016

Oct for aging and dying

All the weeds are burnt to a crisp this last month of solar excess. There's some comfort in knowing deep down that the sun has been awful on living things, beyond my healing skills.

If they didn't die by the middle of November, they ought to be in recovery now. Shaky but alive. There was little I or any vet could do to save bakery black, but park tiger maybe, though even that the guides say was difficult. Tough times. And now the incredible surface drying chill of winter nights is here.

There's no medical system to counter the sun at the extremes of the solar cycle.


Ahimsa to plants

Since I can't bear to eat my fungus infested food I've been doing very well eating out.

But I do get the point: except for pinching off tips of plants, new growth, everything else hurts the plant.  This method actually spurs thicker herb growth while leaving the larger lower older leaves to protect the stem from the harsh heat & light. I'm embarrassed that I didn't understand this before. I'm a bad gardener and no wonder. I just didn't get plants at all.

Being vegan, there's some relief in knowing the right way to be ahimsa with plants. There's always been enormous guilt at explaining away hurting them. I looked around and was so pleased to see the plants I'd pinched off before spreading.

The thing though is that I don't know how to cook it in a self-sustaining way. I'm still eating other stuff three meals a day. A long way to go, lol.


Ahimsa to plants

Since I can't bear to eat my fungus infested food I've been doing very well eating out.

But I do get the point: except for pinching off tips of plants, new growth, everything else hurts the plant.  This method actually spurs thicker herb growth while leaving the larger lower older leaves to protect the stem from the harsh heat & light. I'm embarrassed that I didn't understand this before. I'm a bad gardener and no wonder. I just didn't get plants at all.

Being vegan, there's some relief in knowing the right way to be ahimsa with plants. There's always been enormous guilt at explaining away hurting them. I looked around and was so pleased to see the plants I'd pinched off before spreading.

The thing though is that I don't know how to cook it in a self-sustaining way. I'm still eating other stuff three meals a day. A long way to go, lol.


One weed survives

The land is burnt from last month's huge solar changes and almost all weeds are dead burnt to a crisp. Except for this little weed, dunno it's name but the guides pointed it out as high in energy, which is regenerating fast and has adapted!


Monday, November 21, 2016

Can't keep up

My guides are on a tear to get this diabetes thing out. At least, the learning's coming in thick and fast. Diabetics (and cancer) must have really suffered this last month, breaking down.

Two rats. One died already the other fast moving one is bad but won't stand still long enough for me to heal.
One kitten was climbing walls in pain for two days. Its momma wouldn't let me near it for long so I healed her a little. Hopefully it reaches the kitten.

I'll put down stuff as much as I can. Mostly I lose the thread of thought and I go 'more later'.


Update on the mold

My blog readers (not the bots or the Uran underworld giving me flattering site hits even now;) are probably thinking my strange illness was from my mold experiments, esp because I didn't mention it. But they'd be wrong.

I'm ashamed to say my gag reflex had killed those a month ago. Around the Uran experiments time I could no longer stomach, see and encourage fungus on food.

It all began with Uran, plucking and the sun. The first dose brought up the gag after almost a year. The solar wind stream made fungus grow so enthusiastically that I've chucked the plucked repeatedly. I've counted 5 different coloured fungi bloom at least. *shudders* The plucked tips of a growing plant is probably nutritionally very dense too. Within two days I couldn't see the food through the forest of fungi. No way I'm in any shape to eat that! Anyone with an overly developed gag reflex knows its not just a puke - we keep on puking until the lining of our intestines have reversed peristalsis.

The guides have shrugged it off and I'll now write about a new way.


Sunday, November 20, 2016

Uranium: Diabetes as a teething disease

Even adult diabetes. I think both are the same, one evolving from the partial cure of the other.

I've noticed that the preteeth stage of infancy is the most dangerous to life. Maybe the bone matter (wazzitcalled? osteoblasts but I mean ...  stem cells!) which forms blood, etc (1) doesn't know the right way to do it.

Hypertension too is related. Again, blood making seems to be at the root. Cholesterol too maybe but I've never got the hype right. All three are confusing as hell. But it's all  teething related.

I'm really sorry that I hadn't figured this out before bakery black died. The third day when I had severe jaw pain and blogged it, was when I should have connected it to hypertension/high bp but didn't. Because I'm not inclined towards understanding the allopathic take on it, I've been so blind.

It's one and a half solar cycles (36 days) and I'm still woozy on my feet and inclined to fainting. Twice yesterday I almost blacked out in the hot sun. I've not had a day since my strange illness without prolonged dizzy, vertigo-producing spells when my head is light. Not sudden lightheadedness from a drop in sugar but a constant float.

Yet my breathing is better than ever before in my life. My gums are stronger and have very healthy blood flow, again like never before.

My thinking is more complex than fuddled as I follow a line of thought further - like never before. Some lines of thought used to make me either irritated, anxious, feel superior or low and always alter the emotional weight attached so that my solar plexus would perceive a threat or assert itself into predator-prey mode. Never happened before that it skipped that step.

Even in kindergarten  school I remember the excitement and fearful trepidation and stress with which I approached a simple colouring book or a chart. Math & physics, though I maxed most papers in most  subject, wrung me dry. I loved and hated them. The better I did, the more it took willpower to graduate to the next new challenge. I has the demon of perfectionism riding me hard. From the cradle! I'm sure it's not unique. I see it in kittens and it later becomes fullblown anxiety and fear of humans. Feral is deep in the bones.

There was always an excess of  competitive, driving, nervous energy generated by the solar plexus that I was both proud of and ashamed in turn. I knew it was wrong but I couldn't bear not to test myself over and over to emotional exhaustion.

I really get the stomachaches of ttetym. She's a young me. It hurts to even see her posts. That's a diabeteswoman walking. So many of them, all of them. It's in the precocious developers and overachievers with the headaches, the 'worm' fevers and clenched jaws. The bones of the head.

All of us too. Fuzzy thinking and fogging is protective of the solar plexus. It's the mind's version of a pacifying smile to defuse a situation. There's tension behind it, but you blunt the sharpness of thought to escape the consequent drain on the solar plexus that would come with following it.

Contd...

1. https://www.sciencedaily.com/terms/bone_marrow.htm 


Males

It's past 2 am. My 16+ year old Icy is back to barking-snapping wars with his favourite fangless foe, Kenchu. He's fully recovered and appears slightly stronger. Both want my sympathy after their really heroic masculine performances (icy fell back on his butt on the bed, k tripped himself on the blanket).

I have none to give. My only thing against males of any species is that they're black holes of sympathy. Not the worst things to have around for a bleeding heart, a wellspring of joy, etc. (sponge up the excess) but it's the bloody  timing of it.

They're programmed to the last by kp5 spikes tonight. And the rising solar-driven (or cosmic muon?) wind.