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cure and cause lymes disease

Having grown up on a medicinal herb farm has been such a blessing, maybe sometimes I take it for granted that plants are medicines. I forget that most of the world looks towards dr’s in white coats, and laboratories for medicine. I’m slowly generating a hypothesis that the most common naturally growing “weeds” could the best things to be eating regularly. Taking the paleo trend sweeping society to the next level “Freemium”.

So the other day I took a walk around the farm with my dad, admiring how big and healthy all the herbs were. Then I saw a big patch of weeds fully over grown, going to seed and looking ugly compared to the sculpted and manicured medicine gardens. Knowing my dad would not that happen lightly, I asked, “What are you growing in that patch of weeds?”.

That simple question spawned into a full blown educational download on the two particularly useful but unheard of herbs, classed as weeds, that were running rampant. Apparently when these two house hold garden weeds are combined and activated in an acidic solution (i.e. with fresh juice of lemon) it creates a freemium herbal, free hunter gatherer solution to treating lymes disease.
(This statement has not been verified, I’m just passing on the information that I gathered from my medicinal herb farming friend of 10+ years, my dad. Do your own experiments on your health journey, become friends with and know thyself and experience the effects of your own causes.)

Interesting Factoid:
Lymes disease is known to come from a Tick bite, two common household weeds that Ticks live on before jumping on humans, could hold the anti-venom, the cure to lymes disease.

Could this weed carry the cause and cure for lymes disease?

Bidens Pilosa L. aka Farmers Friends, Spanish needles, Cobbler’s pegs, Demon spike grass, *&$%#*!, and a lot of farmers-friendsother names in hundreds of languages. It appears to grow everywhere and people either hate it or loathe it or both.
The name refers to the fruits of the plants, most of which are bristly and barbed, with two sharp pappi at the end. The generic name refers to the same character; Bidens comes from the Latin bis (“two”) and dens (“tooth”).

This common weed grows in a wide variety of habitats. Cobbler’s pegs (Bidens pilosa) is well known as a weed of gardens, parks, crops, pastures, roadsides, disturbed sites and waste areas, but it also invades waterways, rainforest margins, open woodlands and coastal sites (particularly in warmer regions). For this reason it is also regarded as an environmental weed in New South Wales, Queensland, Western Australia and the ACT.

Check out what Wikipedia has to say about Bidens
Sida rhombifolia aka Indian Hemp indian-hemp2
Is a native, short-lived perennial, subshrub in the Family Malvaceae (The Mallow Family). It grows in disturbed areas to a height of 50 to 120 centimeters. It has erect to sprawling branched stems with woody lower sections, and a taproot with many lateral roots.

There are many uses for this plant. The high quality fiber in Indian hemp stems is used as rough cordage. The plant has been used for herbal medicines. Pounded leaves relieve swelling, fruits relieve headaches, and roots are used to treat rheumatism.

Check out what Wikipedia has to say about Sida rhombifolia

Freemium Lyme’s Disease Treatment Ingredients:
A pot of fresh water (preferably NOT chlorinated or fluoridated)
Fresh Lemons
Big bunch of wild picked Bidens, aka cobblers pegs, farmers friends.
Big bunch of wild picked Sida rhombifolia aka Indian Hemp.
The Recipe: lymes-cure
  • Finely chop the Demon spike grass and the and the Indian Hemp,
  • Freshly squeeze lemons (enough to create and acidic solution of water in your pot),
  • Add chopped weeds to the pot,
  • Allow up steep over night, (low heat and stirring may aid in producing a stronger medicine).

Dad Recommends a Daily Dose of One Pot.

You get to decide the size of the pot 🙂

Consume, drink, chew, swallow… and please provide valuable feedback of your experience, to help others on their health journey.

Now we just need someone to try it out, a guinea pig with lymes disease to try the challenge and provide feedback as it’s effectiveness.

Could a new lymes disease treatment be growing in your backyard?

Why I Eat Bunches of Bidens...?
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I scanned my dad's Special Document that spells out the benefits of eating Bidens, farmers friends, demon spike grass, whatever the f*#$ you want to call it. FREEMIUM PALEO REVOLUTION

This post is dedicated to Amy Southorn

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The Perfect Release

The Perfect Release

One of my greatest observations so far, has been that Life turns into Death and Death Turns into Life, and Life turns into Death and Death turns into Life…

It’s the pump of the universe,

As above, so below,

As within, also without,

The inputs equals the outputs,

So as far as the journey I’ve had thus far, I’ve discovered that this journey of life is about consciously caring for my own life physically, mentally and spiritually.

Where the quality and condition of the physical body greatly impacts the quality of my native mental state and function. Thus I’m caring for my spiritual aspect by consciously caring for the building blocks of my experience.

So by consciously caring for the ongoing (plant and animal) deaths, that go into sustaining my healthy life.

I recognize this as being the most sacred relationship I have with the universal of life and death.

Life awaits all the dead and Death awaits all the living.

To neglect one, is to receive it unwittingly. But by working within the circle of life we can achieve new physical heights, new mental clarity and new spiritual revelations.

I love everything I eat, because it becomes a part of me physically as well as spiritually. If I don’t love it, I don’t want anything to do with it.

So I choose to focus on things I have or would consume for myself, physically, mentally and spiritually.

Why? because every moment of every day of our lives, we plant the seeds for tomorrow.

So I choose to plant the seeds of my own development in all that I do, in all my life.
So that when time comes to meet my maker, I’ve proven to be conscious and caring enough to meet with myself and decide, what next?.

My death will be crystal clear, easy, effortless and orgasmic.

The Perfect Release.

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myth of social media - Lost At Sea

MySpace was for Beginners,

Facebook is for Consumers,

Instagram is for Observers,

Twitter is for Doers..?


“That’s A Myth of Social Media, Not The Myth!!” I hear you say.

Obviously these are grotesque generalizations, but there is undoubtedly a fundamental difference in the use, form and function of these social mediums. I’ll try not to use the word philosophy in this post.

Now let me tell you a little bit about my background and experience of these platforms. Then I’ll give you the Myth of Social Media.
I have a deeper historical background in use of Facebook, like some of you do.

I was introduced to Facebook from back in the MySpace era, when everyone was jumping ship.

And like many others once I made the switch there was no going back to the earlier platform. Facebook obviously does what it does, but for me I closed my account, that ship sunk long ago.

Facebook has been gradually changing since it was originally set loose upon the world and now we complain about ads, invasion of privacy (app t&cs) and the lack of  our message actually getting to our followers (around 10% to 20%).

So with that, I became a bit anti-social in a social media sense, excuse the pun, and enjoyed a few more special years in reality.

It’s great to break through the myth of social media and connect on solid earth with real flesh and blood people, Wouldn’t you agree?.

But it was only a matter of time until the media infiltrated my reality once again, when a friend recommended the new and happening digital picture socializing platform of Instagram that started to fog the clouds in 2011. And before the fog cleared, it started pouring when Fackbook bought the platform for One Billion Dollars.

It was pretty clear to me, from that point that we may only have a few short years before it became the next ad network, “InstaAds”. *And as I write this in 2014, the Instagram advertising algorithm is slowly being introduced, like a pot slowly being brought to the boil.

Up until this point in my story I only have a couple of months under my belt the twitter world, so lets get to the reveal the myth of social media.

 

So What is the Myth of Social Media?

myth of social media myspace
MySpace
was (probably still is) all about Me & Mine. The Ego. My interests, MySpace.

It was the first online profile to display my life, likes, preferences and wants. (this was a strange concept at first, but essentially what it told me was, that it is ok to flaunt myself and show off and feed my ego, as long as it’s on MySpace account.) Narcissism begins when we push off into a see of nothing, surrounded by reflection in the still waters of the emptiness all around.

Myth of social media facebook

Facebook picked up where MySpace left off and made it made it way cooler to flaunt myself within a herd of all my friends, by now I had a growing ego to feed. (hence the endless news feed of what all my friends are doing).

I noticed at first was all about updates for updates sake “I go potty”, “I eat salad”, Then updates evolved to expressing your two cents on where you’ve been online. And in a way it didn’t feel so lonely departing the safety of dry land and reality beneath our feet.

So we didn’t feel like the single lonely island of “me” and “my” in an already vast internet ocean (aka MySpace), it felt like me and all my friends were all together, going in the same direction and when anyone made a ripple, got sick over the side or saw the faint glimmer of light through the cloud cover. The Facebook news feed made me feel at home, like I was there sharing in that moment.

By now we have drifted out of sight of land.

myth of social media instagram

Then Instagram entered into my life as the emotional savior; pictures of cute puppies running on land, spread a sense of positivity and all of a sudden I could colour my world with the snapshots of my life.

Never mind the art of painting my boat, when I could just collage my world with pictures of the lost art of living for the moment, not for the likes and follows.

With this new virtual imagery coloring our life, we consistently forget to climb the crows nest and keep a vigil watch on our position, bearing and course and so we drift ever more closely to the trash island in the middle of the pacific.

myth of social media twitter

Twitter is our last lifeline, It’s a useful megaphone to ‘holla’ our floating comrades nearing junk island. But with the right #Tags we can tweet all the way back to a civilization based on dry land and in reality.

These only two question’s to ask yourself…

“Is there anyone left on solid ground whom can answer our SOS tweets for help?”

“And, If it were you, Would you throw your lifeline to a sea of social misfits, hardened by the fog of darkness?”

Eventually if we float around the pacific for long enough, one of two things will happen. We become accustomed to it and build a home on the lonely drifting trash island of social media, remember the movie Waterworld – “Beyond the horizon lies the secret to a new beginning”. Maybe with some GMO foods on board we’ll grow gills and webbed feet too.

Or on the darkest hour on the darkest night, our needs for survival will kick in and the adventure to feel real clean dirt under your feet begins, and doesn’t end until you can see it and you can smell it, clean precious Dirt.

Send a tweet if you’ll heed the call and look for a way to make landfall on reality?

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Farmers are Heroes

hero farmers are organicFarmers are now in one of two categories:

Farmers Are Heroes – The Heroic traditional Organic/Bio-dynamic Farmer

Or

Farmers Are Anti-Heros (aka villains) – The ‘sell-out’ ignorant anti-hero farmer.

Which one grows the food you eat? Is a question I employ you to ask of yourself.

What do you eat?

Where does it come from?

Where is it going?

There are no more rational excuses available to ignore the facts and consequences of ingesting chemicals.

Simply put, Food is input, processing and output for your body at a cellular level, that facilitates to maintain it’s own survival through the journey of life. But, if you eat chemical contaminated food, your body becomes chemically contaminated and your body has no ability to process the build up and so functions less optimally, probably with multiple diseases.

Don’t seek out your medical professional to confirm this, Seek out your local organic farmer.

So we go back to this culturally missing question – holding said “food item”…

“Where has this food come from?”

If there is a “BLANK-OUT” to the above question, then I would not immediately consume the alleged food item.

Because there are hundreds, even thousands of chemicals found in commercially cultivated and processed food. And the reality is that this is having a devastating effect on our ability to reproduce, live healthy lives and grow in the light direction.

In the infamous statement “for our child, and for our children’s, children.” can you fathom whats really at stake here? Cnd its really just the tip of the chemical ice berg that we face in these modern times. What if, in two generations time, our children wont have anymore children? Could it be? Unacceptable levels?

Last night I attended a presentation by Therese Kerr that made the dangers and the threat to our survival blatantly obvious, here a convenient link to help you catch up on your fact finding expedition. The Human Experiment

So how do we dig our way out of this chemical cocktail? One sweet potato at a time, one organic farm at a time.

I have recognized the threat to my survival and the survival of my future offspring so now I only eat organic unprocessed food, the way it was intended to be consumed, I buy direct from farmers themselves and now I enjoy getting to know the people and energy that goes into me.

Its fun looking for farmers market seasonal bounty’s, even though I like the repetitiveness of eating the same things week in week out and I feel good about not supporting multinational corporate interests that are convoluted in chemicalization of my body, on the grand scale, its also way cheaper short and long term.

I’m proud to join the A Life of Food Project and look forward to meeting more of my hero farmers and getting to know their soils, because they make the time consuming natural inputs that make it possible for plants, animals and thus humans to grow in the light direction naturally with all our heroic qualities that make us human intact.

Watch our youtube interviews to get to know our local organic farmers and discover the knowledge, understanding and wisdom that makes the difference to you and your families survival in this house hold chemical warfare.

 

 

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Dream Diary Entry – 3 Years as a Starving Indian Boy.

On the morning of August 2012, at our Currumbin Valley Cottage.

I remember very few dreams so vividly as this one.

I awoke as if any normal night, i rolled over to look at the time, and found that it was 2:00am exactly. having no trouble in falling asleep I rolled over, closed my eyes and was asleep.

I found everything around me crystal clear and white, everywhere up down all around was white, I found it very familiar but i didn’t know why. then i felt the presence of someone else in the room and when i went to look around, i found myself in a much different place.

I opened my eyes and found a hot dry and harsh world. I found myself in such a position of limited ability, that i couldn’t get up, i was begging for food. i found the body i was in to be so weak that i could not motivate the form to move, all it and in this case” I” knew what to do was to beg, never having eaten a proper meal makes one’s body incredibly weak and as a growing boy at 4years old i found my situation very dire indeed.

Sometimes i was given the food, but it was not of substance and it basically just kept me alive. I actually rarely remember eating at all, and white bread and rice was all i can really remember eating over the whole 3years i spent looking through the eyes of this young boy. Now 2 years later, all the 1000 days I witnessed this life have melted into one.

To be honest no t much was really going on. I lived with 3 of my brothers in a cardboard box house. one like i remember making and playing in when i was a child in my own life. the whole life consisted of hardship and misery.

I remember seeing one of my brothers leave under the perception that he had of having met some one who would offer him food and shelter in exchange for work. we advised against it, and that eventually turned into an argument as to whether or not that would actually be for the best…(what ever that means when in our position, but we’ll find out more about that as we go)

My days were categorized into 2 types the days when the weather was fine and mostly hot, and when it would rain for weeks on end.

On fine days we had a better chance of finding and being given food. on rainy days was bitterly miserable, cold and hard and obviously wet.

What i noticed was how busy the streets were, with so many people rushing around. mot many people carried food and even fewer people shared what they had with me. occasionally I was given money, but this presented another set of challenges, namely how to buy something when everyone knows you as a beggar. I have been cheated of my money by merchants, who claimed that i had stolen it and refused to compromise and understand. I even managed to buy rice one time only to have it stolen from me, and once when i did get it back to my camp, I realized i didn’t know how to cook it or even have anywhere to cook it. Those times were torture, knowing  that i had food but being unable to eat it, i suspect one of my brothers died by dehydration after eating a handful of uncooked rice and falling asleep with no water in sight.

Not only was the whole situation humiliating, but it was also humbling. I got my greatest learning when i was on the street watching thousands of people go by and it was then that i got to witness many different types of people and their personality. The good the bad and the ugly. This was my greatest joy actually, and i took to the streets for the study of people. It was a rich vocation, i had an unlimited amount of experience to take in, and in a way it was addictive. this was how my pursuit for knowledge manifested in this life, and i believe that because of it. I had a driving purpose to out live everything i had grown up with. this one internal act5ivity of watching, observing , and comparing the different shapes styles and levels of humanity in the people that passed  my by.

Many times my curiosity took me to places where beggars were not meant to be seen, and i was spat on kicked and even taken away and dumped where they dumped the garbage. sometimes i was given food, and even offered food and shelter in exchange for the lowest type of work available. but i declined. for i wanted to continue the line of study that was the one thing that i lived for.

It would eventually be my undoing as well. One time i found something so interesting in someone who was so well off that i was beaten for it. I took the beating as per usual but this time it seemed like they wanted revenge and they managed to break some bones which made everything so much more difficult.

by this time i had worked out a deal with an old local man who who saw kindness upon me. In exchange for the money i was given  when i was on the street, this old man would supply me with simple meals of rice and household leftovers. it was a decent arrangement as it allowed me to continue in my vocation, the study of humans in the face of a helpless sufferer. By this this i was quite content with my lot in life and as long as i have a few coins coming in i could afford to survive and continue as i was. that was until one day when the old man got sick and one of his sons had to take over the family business. it was then that the younger son chased me away and cursed me for bringing sickness upon his father.

This had an effect of heart break upon me, as the only one whom had treated me as family, had also thrown me out. and this coincided with the handing over of a considerable amount of money that one wealthy lady secretly gave me when she saw pity on me and when out of her way to hand me a large note that was more money that i had ever seen in my whole life combined. This also occurred right around the turning of the seasons and the day were growing colder and shorter.

So now with a broken heart, broken bones, no food, no money and no one who cared. I found my thirst for my passion wain, and soon i did not even leave my cardboard shelter. It was tough on the streets as my new brothers who were less skilled than i was at begging also felt things become much more difficult.

Then things started looking very dim, I had lost all my straight and found all my aches and pains start to dissolve into a pure emptiness devoid of feeling. I found there was a gradual release that was washing over me, as everything started to dissolve into nothingness. It was I that was dissolving into nothingness and as i lay there, i found my passion, my vocation again and i realized that i had the ability to see myself pass over into the new world.

By this point i was so elert and begun to experience such an amazing rapture wash over me. that it was then that i realized the incredible ecstasy that could be felt in the transition into death. Now as i felt this amazing release, the ending of the struggle for life, a truly divine feeling of freedom from anything that requires effort. I noticed the white light begin to drift in all around me like a fog, until the release of life was felt like it was complete and i looked around and found myself in a room with white all around.

I felt at home again. and now the presents in the room, spoke to me and asked me what i had just been doing, where i was and how was that experience. and instead of allowing me to answer i was encouraged to look into a round circle of reflective liquid, ans that’s where i experienced a complete revising of that whole life’s journey and all the value that i had experienced in such a short life, I re-realized all the realizations that i had once made and literally in a split second saw my whole life flash in front of my eyes.

Actually it was the life of the starving Indian boy. but it reminded me of the fact that i had come from another set of experiences and was being given a second opportunity to live a life all the way to death in that dream.

How to take in and embrace the inevitability of death and the qualities that facilitate the transformation of the consciousness through the veil of the release of death.

Realizing this, and recognizing where i was and who i was, i looked around wanting to ask many questions and just as that happened, as if the navigator that was there helping me vanished and reminded me that all will be answered in time and then i found my eyes open back in my bed in the Currumbin Valley Cottage, i rolled over to reference the time and found that it read exactly 3:00am, and it was then that i was able to recount 3 years of life experience in one hour of dream state.

This experience has changed my life in ways that i am still coming ot understand. I hope that you have also enjoyed the experience and that it helps you find peace in your life surrounding death.

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The Heros Journey Part Three – REFUSAL OF THE CALL.

Here I’ll discuss about the 3 possible levels of each part of the heros journey.

Overall – REFUSAL OF THE CALL. The individual feels the fear of the unknown and tries to turn away from the adventure, however briefly. Alternately, another character may express the uncertainty and resistance to the threats of change ahead.

Level 1. Monthly – Resistance and frustration appears in accepting the changing circumstances moving and adjusting as needed.

Level 2. Yearly – Resistance, frustration and hate begins to grow in accord with the rebelious resistance to changing with ones own internal and external environment

Level 3. Lifetime – The combination of All of the above, plus the added influence of helplessness, compounding accumulative pressures of extreme resistance forces against the inner knowing of having to continue on the adventure.

All could be present, but the more powerful refusal the more critical a transformation the quest represents.

Click Here to go to Part Four.

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The Heros Journey Part Two – THE CALL TO ADVENTURE.

Here I’ll discuss about the 3 possible levels of each part of the heros journey.

Overall – Something shakes up the situation, either from external pressures or from something rising up from deep within, so the individual must face the beginnings of change.

Level 1. Monthly – Short term physical external pressures, like small changes in some work or relationship dynamic, result in a continued intensification of the result of a dream or heightened mental emotional state. e.g. Results a search for a new career in same industry.

Level 2. Yearly – Medium term external pressures, like a work or relationship situation ending, and the effect of a combination of short to medium term pressures and an internal dissatisfaction. e.g. Results in the search for a new industry.

Level 3. Lifetime – The combination of All of the above, plus the added influence of having some greater feeling of fulfillment within ones life. e.g. Results in the search for discovering your true calling and knowing that the bounty at the end will fill all areas of life.

All could be present, the most powerful level of call to action will determine the type and magnitude of Adventure you will embark upon.

Click Here to go to Part Three.

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The Heros Journey Part One – THE ORDINARY WORLD.

I’ll talk about the 3 possible levels of each part of the heros journey.

Overall – The individual is uneasy, uncomfortable and/or unaware. is introduced through curiosity to an idea or concept that he or she can identify with for leaving the safety of the Home situation. Some kind of polarity in the individual’s life is pulling in different directions and causing stress.

There is something growing inside you, some excitement of amazing future experiences but no visual pictures of what that may be. Also some fear of the change that will also come as a result.

Mostly this is occurring as the result of a cause that you have acted on in your past.

Level 1. Monthly – a particularly powerful dream you’ve had recently or a recent heightened emotional state, could be the greatest contributing factor to the experience of the overall experience.

Level 2. Yearly – Could be a diary entry or goal you’ve made in the past, or simply something obvious like a vision board that you put together, based on what you thought back then you wanted your future to look like.

Level 3. Lifetime – Some deeper psychological factors may be awakening within you, based on some unfinished or forgotten aspects of your childhood or unresolved or unfulfilled aspects of the mother/father relationship.

All could be present, but it will be the most powerful calling level that will compel you to answer the call to action.

Click Here to go to Part Two

 

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