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Herniated Disco: Motivations & Ruminations

Tried to stay positive today but had a hard time. A long-time fear which has simmered on the back burner for some time, is now moving toward the front burner. I was thinking about what it might mean…this situation…I intend to do wholeheartedly, start to finish, the steps outlined in the book by Dr. Daulton, when I have all the “ingredients” in place, but if the methods don’t ultimately heal me, then what? I had this sort of sick feeling every time I thought about surgery. I don’t know if it’s just my inherent fear of surgery, in and of itself, or if it’s an intuitive warning. I just cannot see how it would be a good decision because what I would deal with after that (and before/during) would more than likely cause even more problems and deny me any quality of life; whereas with the more natural approach, I at least have a chance at regaining some pain-free mobility, even if it takes longer than normal. Maybe it will even take 6 months. A year. I would still do it, because in the long run it’s better for me. And all this will likely push the move to farther in the future, which makes it doubly frustrating since everything I’ve tried to do to make the relocation happen has failed.

But the deeper issue is about pain and immobility. If I am in moderate to severe to unbearable pain all the time during this process, then this is obviously a huge obstacle. Though it would seem I can still write and do my computer-oriented tasks, and lie down whenever I need to…I would not be able to write at my desk, or shop, or clean the litter boxes, etc., because these things make the pain worse, and pain medication might help, but it renders me incapable of driving or even functioning well; to say nothing of the specter of becoming dependent on it, and it endangering my organs eventually. How long would I be able to hold out if I continued to have severe pain? How long before I would just want the pain to end– Once and for all?

When I think of how dismal my immediate and near future might be, I am then flung into despair, and more fear, and stress. I have so many things I want to do, see, experience; so many more books to write, art to create, music to record, friends to make and ultimately, dating and partnership. All the things that make my life worth living. How long before that pain and suffering leads me to desperate acts? How long before I am begging to make a deal with the devil? Unfortunately, I don’t believe in the devil, so once again, it’s an option that does not exist.

I suppose it makes little sense to be afraid of death. Death is the Grand Oblivion. To reach it means to reach perfect nothingness. What I am really afraid of is suffering. And, perhaps oddly, I’m also profoundly afraid that my life will be cut short or damaged to the point where I will not get to have those things I have sought for so long; ego aside, it would be tragic for me to be prevented from reaching my goals. I have so much to give. My creative endeavors are the closest thing to a purpose I have. What about all those unfinished manuscripts, unwritten songs or recordings, unpainted pictures, unmolded sculptures? What about all the valuable lessons I have learned, the wisdom I have accumulated? What good does it do anyone else, if it isn’t ever shared? So death or incapacitation seems more fairly visited upon those who contribute nothing, or those who contribute evil in any of its forms. But this would imply that Life is fair. And most adults understand that fairness is not something Life offers us. I am far more rooted in the NOW than ever before, since releasing my hold on religion and belief in any gods. This makes my life even more precious. I don’t have that false reassurance that I will either be rewarded or offered a better life next time. This life is all I have.

My spirits got a much needed boost by–of all things–going shopping. Bought mini trampoline and therapy ball for the Daulton program, and groceries, *ibuprofen,* *shiatsu neck Massager,* etc. But the boost came when I realized throughout my shopping, that the usual nerve pain didn’t appear. In fact, there was little difference between how I felt when I went in and how I felt when I came out. Even carried in all the perishables, and put them away and STILL didn’t feel worse. This is encouraging. Since I know the nerve pain comes from impingement, I am a little excited that maybe the impingement has either worked away from the prolapse, or the prolapse has shrunk a bit.

 

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Herniated Disco: Lies & the Lying Doctors Who Tell Them

I am on new meds and using neck brace and neck pillow and things are doing better. I also just discovered yesterday that the neurology doc LIED to me. I’m about to go after him through certain other channels at the VA. But he told me surgery was my only option and didn’t even mention other treatments. I have since found those resources and am pretty pissed that he just decided to tell me that surgery was best for me–he has a responsibility to tell me ALL my options. I was being railroaded. Now I’ve got up to 6 months to do other things that 95% of the time solves the problem. Can’t tell you how infuriated I am. But glad I didn’t cave in and believe him.

I have felt a lot better the last two days, with minimal pain. Just the few changes I made as suggested on medical sites has given me that…So I’ve got everything I need near my bed, including my computer, so that I can still do research and take care of bills and my writing and everything in the meantime.

And a friend of mine is interviewing for a job up here and is planning to move in with me. That will help us both, as I desperately need help, and she desperately needs to get out of the area and away from the people in her life there, and wants to start nursing school. There’s a good one here, She also says she’s moving to Colorado too at the same time I do. It was so nice to hear someone say they were going to be here to help me. It’s been so hard and I’ve been so emotionally and physically drained. So…win-win.

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Who are you, WHO WHO

Mirror-posted from my forum, Vaporist
[new comments in red]

Submitted to World Health Organization

I must protest about the comments made by Douglas Bettcher in an article here:

In it, Bettcher is attributed to the statement that, “The World Health Organization says there is absolutely no scientific evidence that the electronic cigarette is a legitimate nicotine replacement therapy that can help people quit smoking real cigarettes.” I know of at least ONE study.

My response would be STUDY ME. This is what I KNOW: I was a tobacco cigarette smoker for 25 years and I tried every other way available to quit, and was unsuccessful. I started using an eCig, and immediately stopped smoking, with NO DISCOMFORT, no JITTERS, no need or desire to buy another cigarette. IT WAS THE EASIEST HEALTH TRANSITION I’VE EVER MADE, AND MOST ASSUREDLY A RESOUNDING SUCCESS. The same is true for my best friend, and many others I know of through eCig forums online (to include a new one, I started myself to help spread the word).

According to this, your statements as an organization, and Bettcher’s statements as your representative are erroneous.

The article also states that “also in certain jurisdictions where it is being used as well, it seems to be used to evade the smoking bans in public places and work places.” Where are you getting this stance? Is it from WHO??? What’s wrong with evading smoking bans by doing something that IS NOT HARMFUL TO ANYONE? isn’t that the point?

Also in the article: “The electronic cigarette is not cheap. Bettcher says the whole apparatus in Bulgaria1 costs $100 and the rechargeable nicotine pack costs about $14. He says the product is sold around the world mainly through the Internet. This way he says, manufacturers can evade country regulations and taxes.” Bettcher and WHO need to get with the program. Cheap is relative and subjective in this case. I spent $125 per month on cigarettes. I bought my first starter kit for around $107, and after that, it costs me around $40 a month to maintain.2 You can buy pre-prepared juice for around $8, which will last about a month; or you can buy 5 cartridges for around $5, or you can buy blank cartridges and fill them with smoke juice. That’s CHEAPER than cigarettes, and it eliminated the 300-500 toxins found in tar….3
Also, Americans get eCigs from other countries because America has not yet realized the overwhelming potential electronic cigarettes not only as an economic boon, but as a way to eliminate one of our most pervasive and damaging health issues. I would think that WHO would be more excited about that, than degrading the technology of electronic cigarettes. Do you have some sort of investment in tobacco companies or stock in cessation-products? I can think of no other reason why you would be spreading such misinformation.

I implore you to please get the facts before you start discouraging new technologies that might help save the lives of millions.

Kelli Jae Baeli
Author, Webmaster, eCig Enthusiast

[ADDENDUM:
1. Bulgaria? Most I know, including me get them from manufacturers in CHINA--the patent is held by a Chinese citizen.
2.
now, i mostly use a mini-ecig, which you can buy a kit for at around $40 to $80, and I use ejuice for refills, so now, my costs are even less than when i first wrote this.
3.
...and furthermore, it's not so much that they are evading paying any taxes or adhering to regulations, it's that the US is LATENT in the embracing this technology, and the socio-political machine, to include the FDA and the FTC, is once again standing in the way of things that would help Americans be healthier. So if these companies have to skirt things in some way, I say LET THEM SKIRT. The result is in saving lives and lowering the cost of health care]


Also note, that the WHO has stated in their report,

Quote:
“Cigarettes kill half of all lifetime users. Half die in middle age between 35 and 69 years old. No other consumer product is as dangerous, or kills as many people. Tobacco kills more than AIDS, legal drugs, illegal drugs, road accidents, murder, and suicide combined. Tobacco already kills more men in developing countries than in industrialised countries, and it is likely that deaths among women will soon be the same. While 0.1 billion people died from tobacco use in the 20th century, ten times as many will die in the 21st century. Maternal smoking during pregnancy is responsible for many foetal deaths and is also a major cause of Sudden Infant Death Syndrome. Passive smoking in the home, workplace, or in public places also kills, although in lower numbers. However, those killed do not die from their own habit, but from someone elses. Children are at particular risk from adults smoking, and even smoking by other adults around a pregnant woman has a harmful effect on a foetus.”


And so I wonder why they seem to be so against electronic cigarettes, which eliminate all these issues? Does this make sense to anyone besides the World Health Organization?



Here we go again. Another site quotes comments by the World Health Organizations, and I, once again, posted a comment about it. Here’s my comment:

Jae Baeli
posted 2/25/09 @ 3:52 AM EST*

It comes as no surprise to me that there are naysayers out there–what is surprising is that an organization like WHO, with the term “HEALTH” in their name, would seem so determined to spread misinformation about a product that could save the lives of thousands, maybe millions of smokers in this country. I tried to quit for 25 years, and was never successful until I began to use the electronic cigarette. The same is true for my best friend and every other eCig user I have talked to, seen posts on forums from, or heard about elsewhere. It’s time the Powers That Be got with the program and started moving us into the modern era–an era free of tobacco products that kill millions. To be anything less than supportive of this new technology is to be an accessory to murder.

Jae Baeli
Former tobacco smoker and now eCig Enthusiast.
http://vaporist.forumotion.net/

ADDENDUM: I am trying to find a source/manufacturer that I can afford to buy from, so that I can sell eCig kits locally. As soon as I do, I’m all over it. I could have already sold about 40 of them here.

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Brain Dump: Mortality & Meaning


Okay, I know this is going to be less a blog, and more a journal
entry, but whatever. Consider it the first in a series of brain dumps.
<<--Look, i even made a graphic for it....

Onward…. I usually try to see the bright side of things, and when I can’t do that, I try to see the funny side. Anyone who reads this blog knows that. And often the dark side can be funny, if you know how to manipulate the data.

But this morning, I think my brain is in some other gear….PARK, maybe. It hits me like this every so often when it gets triggered by news from loved ones, or dreams I have.

I dreamed I had my ex girlfriend’s parrots. Like they were mine or I had inherited them or something. Maybe in the dream she had died…I don’t know…(and no, i don’t wish any ill toward any of my ex’s. They all tend to merge after a while anyway…E Pluribus unum.*) But I was enjoying the parrots. I was always playing with the Cockatoo, named Sophee (that was her real name) but in the dream she wasn’t crippled and her personality was more like Keegan’s–the African Grey of the pair, who was talkative and personable. I was living in my father’s house –have no idea why. A few days ago, I dreamed my father died, too…I’m sure all this came from finding out that another one of my ex girlfriends lost her mother. And once you hear that, there’s this mortality bacteria in your brain…and it sort of infiltrates your life for a while, until you get back into the bliss of ignoring all those harsh realities.

When I woke from all this, I lay there with Shoes curled up with half her body on my shoulder, purring softly. (Yeah, my cat. Women don’t seem to purr…well, okay, if I’m doing it right, they do.) For a long time I just laid there, and thought about things. Like you do when you’re sleepy and just waking up and the brain starts to make that trip back to rational consciousness again.

I felt sad. Like why doesn’t my ex, the one who lost her mother–why does she feel she can’t be in my life somewhere? Why can’t I be one of those friends to her that she seeks out during times like these, for support? Why does she continue to judge me by the person I was 10 years ago? And why does it still matter to me at all? Because she was the only woman I was ever so madly in love with? Because it was the only time I’ve ever had my heart ripped out of my chest and handed back to me as that person walks out of my life, while I hold my bloody thumping, dying heart in my own hands? Is that why?? (Okay, that was graphic, but that’s what the emotion surrounding it is like for me).

And I thought of how sad it is that I am alone so much. Is it mostly my choice, or is it part and parcel of being an author-artist-songster- type person? Everything I do is something I do alone….And I stayed sad as my thoughts wandered to the two dreams of my father.

How tragic that I have a biological family who rejects me on the basis of who I am, (an oxymoron in and of itself) and that it somehow offends their sensibilities to the degree that they would abandon their own child; and I thought maybe it wasn’t their sensibilities. Maybe they were all just selfish, shallow people, and I can still feel good about my decision to remove all toxic people from my life. Maybe it’s a blessing that I might never know when any of them die.

And I thought of my own mortality. I coughed. I thought for the umpteenth time, that I should quit smoking. It was the last thing left on this “take good care of yourself” train. Addiction to cigarettes is so hard to conquer. I’ve stopped smoking a large number of times, (yeah, quitting is easy: I’ve done it a bunch of times) and it was okay for a while, but then I would need that—what? comfort? is smoking really like having a Friend? And I know it makes my brain feel better. It’s like I can’t think clearly without cigarettes. A crazy excuse from an addicted smoker?

And then I thought about all the weird things that happen to your body as you get older, and how it’s a little frightening. The older I get, the more frightened I become. I lament the lost years–wishing I’d known 20 years ago, what I know now. Wishing I had more time. Wishing, as I’ve mentioned before, that I really could live forever. (Ironic, since there have been so many times that i wished to die). So many things on the horizon, other than a mushroom cloud (if we’re lucky). Things I’d like to see and experience….but as each birthday comes and goes, I find myself lying about my age more and more…and I get this dread in my gut…knowing I won’t grow old gracefully. That I’ll be kicking and screaming the whole way. Never mind all those big personal cosmology questions that arise about death and life and life after death. Just dealing with your own declining vessel is enough to worry about….Like when you’re driving a car that starts to have problems, and then there’s a whole list of problems on its heels and you know at some point it won’t be worth fixing and it should just be given over to the great junk heap. Is that my fate as well?

And will I face this progressing disintegration by myself, with no one to support me, care for me, love me? (I am so thankful for my best friend). Will I live out this timeline of mine without being able to give my heart to someone who deserves it? And why is it so hard for me to give my heart away? Why don’t I fall in love easily? Why is it so rare for me to even be sparkin’ on a woman? That’s only happened a grand total of 2 times in….god…how many years? And the first spark was doused with water pretty quickly. Well, not water. Wine. The second one–I don’t know about that. It’s current. I have no idea what this woman feels toward me, and I’m too chicken to ask, so I’m focusing on the friendship, which is very important to me anyway.

But amid this, The same questions continue to arise. Will I never find my PERSON? Will I meet my ultimate demise without knowing what it feels like again to be so in love with woman that the thought of her not being there aches like a case of restless legs and angina, combined. After all I’ve done to evolve and become the type of person who would be considered a valuable discovery for some lovely, evolved, intelligent, and funny woman out there, will it not matter? Is fate just fate? How much control do we really have over how our lives go? And I wondered if maybe my high ideals and constant concern for the practice of sound ethics has gotten me here. Is it just subterfuge? Does it really matter if I’m a quality person? Finding love seems to have almost nothing to do with how great a person you are. Rude awakening, that. Maybe I’m having a mid-life crisis.

So today I must try to coax myself back over into my concerted efforts to ignore these things that simmer on the burner at the back of my mind.

R. D. Laing, a British psychiatrist noted for his alternative approach to the treatment of schizophrenia, once said, Life is a sexually transmitted disease and the mortality rate is one hundred percent. I wish I didn’t resonate with that quote quite so much.

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*Latin for “out of many, one.”

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It’s Not Paranoia if….

There’s always a nut out there who thinks the whole world is out to get them. But as the saying goes, it’s not paranoia if they really are after you.


In my recent quest to overhaul my mental, physical, spiritual, emotional health, i have done tons of research, and have come to several disquieting solutions that sound rather paranoid when i say them aloud to anyone else. But i truly believe in these conclusions i have drawn, and for whatever it’s worth, i mention them here, in case they strike a cord with someone else who is also searching for a higher quality of life, and a more realistic and thoughtful perspective on what is and isn’t true about society and our place in it as evolving beings. These are some conclusions i have come to:

CONCLUSION: The government, i.e., the FDA, are strange and dangerous bedfellows with the pharmaceutical industry, and mainstream medical doctors. It is intuitively counter-productive for an M.D. to heal you, otherwise, his/her job would be in jeopardy. Likewise, the drug industry makes its living off doctors who prescribe their medications. The Food industry needs to keep us eating, so they can maintain their profit margin, so it is in their best interest to put additives in the food that keep us addicted.

CONCLUSION: The Powers-That-Be continue to block the import, development , use and availability of natural substances– herbs, nutrients–even though these things have been used for thousands of years and have an undeniably impressive track record for allowing our bodies to heal themselves. To wit:: how often does a doctor treat a cause, rather than a symptom? How many billions of dollars have we spent on research to cure disease, and how many of them have we actually cured? Aside from maybe polio, um…can’t think of a single one. An interesting side note to that is the mainstream organization that has had the most success with healing cancer patients, has been the Cancer Treatment Centers of America, which incorporates many alternative and natural healing methods along with common treatments….mmmm.

CONCLUSION: Everyone has noticed the disclaimers on drug commercials…they tout the miraculous efficacy of this drug, and then proceed to list the 7 thousand things it can do to you… the rashes, dizziness, insomnia, liver damage, birth defects, and don’t forget ANAL LEAKAGE. These “medicines” create more problems than they alleviate. What kind of sense does that make? And why are they advertising to US? There’s this crisis with so many Americans who are unable to afford medications, but had they not been brainwashed from square one, perhaps they wouldn’t need those medications in the first place. If we, as a society had taken the reins of our own healthcare, we would not be dependent on the government, or corporate interests to ensure our well-being. It’s not too late to change all that, but it would mean taking charge and making some decisions. If we simply stop supporting all that subterfuge and misinformation, we’d have a chance. Success is the best revenge.

CONCLUSION: Artificial sweeteners…that’s a category unto itself. All the artificial sweeteners were developed ostensibly to help us lose weight, and yet, they are simply another set of toxins that actually make our bodies GAIN weight. In the immortal words of Alanis Morissette, “Isn’t it ironic. Don’t cha think?” Did you know that aspartame was once listed as a biological weapon by our own government? So is this some sort of slow-moving genocide, now that they endorse it? According to Dr. Joseph Mercola, author of The Total Health Program, “Aspartame accounts for over 75 percent of the adverse reactions to food additives reported to the US Food and Drug Administration (FDA). Many of these reactions are very serious including seizures and death as recently disclosed in a February 1994 Department of Health and Human Services report.(1) A few of the 90 different documented symptoms listed in the report as being caused by aspartame include: Headaches/migraines, dizziness, seizures, nausea, numbness, muscle spasms, weight gain, rashes, depression, fatigue, irritability, tachycardia, insomnia, vision problems, hearing loss, heart palpitations, breathing difficulties, anxiety attacks, slurred speech, loss of taste, tinnitus, vertigo, memory loss, and joint pain.

According to researchers and physicians studying the adverse effects of aspartame, the following chronic illnesses can be triggered or worsened by ingesting of aspartame:(2) Brain tumors, multiple sclerosis, epilepsy, chronic fatigue syndrome, Parkinson’s disease, Alzheimer’s, mental retardation, lymphoma, birth defects, fibromyalgia, and diabetes.

Aspartame is made up of three chemicals: Aspartic acid, phenylalanine, and methanol. The book, Prescription for Nutritional Healing, by James and Phyllis Balch, lists aspartame under the category of “chemical poison.” click here for the full article by Dr. Mercola

This, when a perfectly wonderful natural sweetener called Stevia, a plant indigenous to Paraguay, solves all those problems. This particular plant has been beaten away from the U.S. borders for years, and has only recently been allowed as a supplement, not a food. It’s been used for 17 years in Japan alone, with no ill effects. It’s 300 times sweeter than sugar in its natural state, helps prevent tooth decay, lowers blood pressure, regulates blood sugar, is safe for diabetics and hypoglycemics, has been shown to be an antibacterial and antiviral agent, as well as an effective skin medicine, and has no calories or carbohydrates. It can be easily grown here (even in a container in your sunniest room–which i am going to start doing when the seasons change).

CONCLUSION: A man from an oil family, who is in the highest position of power, is not likely to make decisions based on the greater good of the people, but rather the greater good of his pocketbook, if this family income resource is threatened.

CONCLUSION: A man who has failed at every business venture he’s ever undertaken, could not possibly have acquired the highest office in the land without the benefit of dishonesty, deck-stacking, cheating, and a good-ole-boy network to manipulate the polling machines…(did you know that his FRIENDS own most of those machines?) And for the first time in electoral history, the exit polls simply didn’t match the actual tallies. Now, why would someone lie about who they voted for? Maybe they would if they had been held at gunpoint by republican terrorists….but there was no mention of this in the often slanted and incorrect news media….This cheating is the only explanation… Otherwise, the majority of those who went to the polls are total idiots, and i still hold out some hope that this statistic is yet to be a reality. When people complain that their vote doesn’t count, they were wrong. It’s really that it doesn’t GET COUNTED.

CONCLUSION: A man who bases an entire war on the presence of WMD’s, and is proven wrong, should learn his lesson and cut his losses. Instead, he maintains the lie, and then is incapable of providing help to his own at home when something like, say, a DEVASTATING HURRICANE wipes out several major cities and renders hundreds homeless or DEAD. Could the lack of government response be because ALL OUR MILITARY WAS FIGHTING FOR ANOTHER COUNTRY’S people? How humiliating, yet at the same time endearing, touching and encouraging, that civilians, celebrities, and other are the ones who provided help to coastal hurricane victims. My best friend, her partner and their daughter were among the ones affected; they lived in Gulfport. They live here, now, and are lucky they had this place to come to, but many others were not so lucky, and it didn’t have to be as bad as it was. I mean, it’s not like this was an unnoticed ASTEROID that plummeted to the Gulf Coast. There was plenty of warning (even though much of it was under-reported by the media). All this HOMELAND SECURITY stuff is just a big joke. Does the Administration-From-Hell not realize that a deadly hurricane falls under the purview of Homeland Security? (I’m glad i moved here from Gulfport myself a few years ago. If i had been caught in Katrina, i would likely be dead by now, since i depend on thyroid medication. If i had been there, and lost those meds, i would have fallen into a coma. Might be a moot point, though, because i would have evacuated).

CONCLUSION: Most ironic song, considering recent events: “I’m Walking on Sunshine” by KATRINA AND THE WAVES

CONCLUSION: Most people who have children possess abhorrent, retarded, ineffective, non-existent and damaging Parenting Skills. It’s time to stop blaming it on the “bad seed theory” and roll up sleeves and start taking parenting as what it is::the most important job in the world.

CONCLUSION: If someone on an Online personals/dating site doesn’t have, or won’t send you a picture, it’s because they are either obese, ugly, not who they say they are, or all three.

CONCLUSION: our entertainment media, most notably the movie industry, has been reduced to the repetition of several themes that are repeated ad nauseum and only serve to engender feelings of fear, anger, disgust, and a front row seat to the underbelly of humanity. Try to find a movie that is not about the following:
…serial killers…murder in general…the mafia…violence in general…drug addiction…alcoholism…violence against children….or the inane behavior of puerile adults who never grew up.

The news media is also guilty of this. I can’t believe that there’s nothing good to say on a newscast. Wonderful things happen all he time. Good people do good things, and there is still laughter and hope out there. Why don’t we see it? The Media is supposed to be a reflection of who we are as a society. If this is true, then the mirror is filthy and it needs to be taken down and replaced with a new mirror.

Not only that, but it seems that every time i try to find alternatives on “other” channels, i am met with an equally limited choice of programs. I remember a time when i could always find something enlightening, entertaining, interesting, on TLC, the Discovery Channel, The History Channel. Now, all i have to choose from is Various depictions of the horrors of the Holocaust, weapons of mass destruction, Real Sex, American Chopper, Monster House, Monster Garage, contests that involve the debasing of humans by the imbibing of insects, feces, raw carcasses; or the communion with snakes, spiders, dung beetles, scorpions, etc. Must i be reduced to watching the Food Network or Home Shopping to get away from it? That can make you fat and broke. The only relief i get is Comedy Central and HBO Comedy, who offer Jon Stewart’s Daily Show, and Stand-up Comedy, and Bill Maher.

Be all that as it may, i don’t live as a jaded person, rather i live as an informed, self-actualized and proactive person. I may not attend rallies, or lead grassroots attacks on the Establishment, but in my corner of the world, i incite change. I’ve begun the process of growing my own food, using only natural cleaners, researching and creating Neuro-linguistic Programming CD’s that allow my own mind to dictate my health and well-being, and finding natural alternatives for almost every area of my life that once depended on the mindless lemming-esque Red Rover game that ends with me falling over the precipice.


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