Peace - Nothing Else Makes Sense and Justice - Nothing Else Matters

Peace - Nothing Else Makes Sense and Justice - Nothing Else Matters
Dilution is NOT the solution to radioactive pollution: THAT is delusion. NO and NO.KNOW.NO! NUKES PLEASE: Drawing light on the Beauty of Diversity ~ Taking every last and first thing literally figurativelly through the eyes of MzDiagnosed Autism Spectrum erroneously viciously forced by lockdown that 70s style to take the Deadly Rx T-Rex thus given the Manic Depressive Bipolar it's a syndrome folks no joke. Seaing everything personally symbolically synchronicitealeafly...and No More Freaking Frack Freaks!!! ∃volv∃ is Lov∃ Spwelled Backwards

Friday, September 25, 2015

Turmeric Tea, Apple Cider Vinegar: Cancer Fighters

Turmeric Tea

Using a nice, hot cup of tea of your choice, really any kind of tea is fine - especially your fave
  • one tsp turmeric
  • one tsp of your favorite oil  
    (any good quality oil, I recommend unfiltered extra-virgin organic coconut type oil for the immense added health benefits, or olive is good too)
  • optional: raw, unfiltered local honey to taste, or maple syrup, etc.
Voila.  The turmeric, which swells in the bottom of the cup (stir it up now, and bottom's up - to your health - salute') is jut what the 'doctor ordered.   It works!  It effectively fights cancers, either by stopping the growth, or reducing it.  It stains bright so good to be careful of that...

Vinegar: Healthy Shots

Bragg's Apple Cider Vinegar, organic, unfiltered, with 'the mother': one shot in the morning, or before bedtime, anytime!  Soothes the gut, and balances Ph of the body fights cancers, great all around healer for many, many uses...

Wednesday, September 23, 2015

True? BAH. DOOR!!! ♬ ♪ ♥ ∞

A wise man told me what that meant once...the origins of the word troubadour... too bad I didn't appreciate that kind of advice then, I was just an ignorant, stupid bitch of a kid.  A fool.

my alter ego, tempest in a teapot fool
 ∃ ~ ♬ ♪ ♥ ∞ ☮ ★ ☄ | ☄ ★ ☮ ∞ ♥ ♪ ♬ ~ ∃

But hey, I was oppositional especially to all adults, evidently, because I was raised to be truthful, and I didn't like what I was seeing in life, what was happening to people around the war torn world, and to the environment, in the name of Corporate and Military Power$$$$sssssss.  (and my main parent was abusive...and insane)  And in hindsight, spectrum autistic, before they had words or '?help?' for such conditions.  Treatment?  No bullshit, doublespeak, obfuscating, NO beating around the burning bush, especially the NO!!!!! Evil Warmongering Environment Destroying Darth Vader Burning Bush Family.  And legacy.  NO profits on:  No GMOs.  No pesticides.  No superfluous vaccinations with Mercury poisoning added.  No bombs.  No nukes.  No fluoride, no crap in foods, no microwave foods, toxic electronic pollution, No wireless, lead and additives in no air choking fuels, etc., etc....ugh.  And war is not healthy for children and other living things.


Music has saved lifes, thousands of times over.

People suffer from these common dis~eases due to nature and nurture.  And the precious earth, our mother, our lives blood, it's beloved crust, our environment is in fact, our nature.  The dreaded manic storms are bloody hell distorted EGO disorder.

'Joy'stick

yet another mega storm
What is sick?  Being 'mentally ill', or the conventional (insane, some of them) treatment$ for it?  It is now my belief that psychotropics, especially considering those that cause 'suicidal ideation' as a side effect (and why the hell is that acceptable?)   Ok, I confess, I believe that whoever 'they' want can be manipulated remotely by any sick powers that be, to control people to kill themselves.  Suicide them.  I'm convinced.  Look at history.  We'd be surprised.

Not that I'm averse to the idea of succumbing to taking an antipsychotic to stave off, or nip in the bud, a manic episode.  I despise manic episodes.  I would take being down for at least a weekend, and sick for a week to prevent mania.  It can be so destructive.  Yet another one this last summer, triggered by insomnia, and terrible ptsd-ridden memories of my second husband devolving into what became evident was truly horrendous, advancing alcoholism.  'Don't let a thief in your mouth to steal your brain', or your ticker.  He was so cool...what the hell happened to him.  That's a different story.

This summer was horrendous.  I had a painful benign mass removed from a sensitive spot, the naval.  I know, ha ha.  Contemplating my navel, etc.  But I'm ashamed to show my face.  My life is in ruins, a wreck, once again.  This last episode was as bad as when I was 17, only minus the traumatic hospitalisation...get me out of this dimension, off this planet, where's my spaceship, etc.  There is too much suffering.