by nielskunze on May 27, 2015
(Author Narration with musical accompaniment: Kartoffelsalat Im Unterseeboot by The Tangent)
The vaccine debate, like most every other controversial subject, is primarily a distraction. “A distraction from what?” you ask. A distraction from the real issue at hand. Vaccines are presumably about preventative medicine, and yet in the ongoing debate, the very idea of preventative medicine is barely mentioned or examined or explored. Vaccines are really the only tool in the modern medicine toolkit that deals specifically with prevention, and as the hysteria rages on, on both sides, the very idea that there may be other useful forms of preventative medicine, like nutrition, clean water, proper sanitation, adequate sleep and exercise and other lifestyle choices, gets routinely pushed aside.
It is this very ostracization of preventative strategies from our modern conception of health which forms the basis for my personal rejection of the entire allopathic paradigm. I know, I know… they don’t like it when I call it ‘allopathic.’ The preferred term among mainstream health practitioners is ‘evidence-based’ medicine, but the glaring problem with that term is that it not-so-subtly implies that all other forms or systems of medical treatment/prevention are not based on evidence… and that’s just wrong. This is a whole other subject… but one which I explore in depth in my essay The Paradigmatic Shortfalls of Mainstream Medicine.
I have been drawn into the vaccine debate numerous times, despite the fact that I care very little about vaccines and who receives them and who doesn’t. Honestly, I wouldn’t give a shit at all if there wasn’t this looming spectre of a vaccine mandate hanging above the whole fray. To me, that is the only aspect of the debate worth commenting on. That vaccines remain a product of individual choice to consumers is all that matters.
Typically, in the froth of vaccine hysteria, anyone who expresses a reluctance to immediately submit to any and all vaccinations which may be recommended by a medical professional is instantly categorized as ‘anti-vaccine.’ I am not anti-vaccine; I am pro-choice. And there’s a huge difference. If someone who wishes to receive a vaccine is denied access to that vaccine, I will be the first one to sign a petition on their behalf demanding unfettered access. I believe very strongly that if you wish to receive all of the recommended vaccines that you should be given them. It’s your choice, and that should definitely be respected. Let natural selection prevail.
The crucial issue is the right to self-determination. I don’t know how else to state the importance of the right to self-determination other than to say that it is the singular most important aspect of living a life as a human being on this planet at this time. There is no other issue which supersedes it. Really, the right to self-determination underlies virtually everything I write. It is the common theme to all of my moral philosophizing.
Real science is compelling, never coercive. There is nothing more repugnant in my mind than the legal enforcement of medical interventions against one’s honest will. The scientific validity of the placebo effect is acknowledged and well-established within vaccine academia, therefore to inject someone with any agent which they honestly believe to cause more harm than good is commensurate with rape. State-sanctioned rape is still rape… commensurately speaking.
The enforcement of a vaccine mandate stems from the hypothesis of herd immunity. This is the only ‘reasonable’ justification for such an action. Herd immunity hypothesizes that if a certain relatively high percentage of a population acquires immunity, that immunity is conferred to the entirety of the herd, including the weaker members who might otherwise die in the event of exposure. This has been observed in nature, among animal populations who have acquired natural immunity to specific pathogens. Herd immunity is a real thing in nature, but applying it to vaccine-induced immunity is the hypothesis. Can it be done? Does it work?
I’ve been reluctant to even call herd immunity a theory at this point. A scientific theory, after collecting and collating relevant data for decades, should be able to put out publicly a detailed predictive model for exactly what level of vaccine coverage is needed to confer herd immunity for each pathogen targeted. If the predictive threshold is reached and herd immunity fails, the theory has to have some accounting for its failures. One of the primary determiners of a scientific theory’s validity is its predictive ability; the results should match to a consistently high degree with what the theory predicts, with detailed precision.
Herd immunity remains a hypothesis. Check the data; it is far from a proven theory, and therefore cannot be the basis for public health policy.
Both the vaccinated and the unvaccinated can be carriers of the disease without themselves exhibiting symptoms. For injected vaccines, the immunity conferred lies in the production of serum antibodies (in the blood). The body’s natural immune system, however, concentrates its efforts wisely at the periphery of its domain. Its main defenses are at the various mucosal membranes (from mouth to anus and a few more) where mucosal antibodies are produced. It’s a different kind of immunity, mucosal versus serum, wherein the body concentrates its efforts at allowing no pathogenic ingress at any of the body’s entrance points, preferring not to rely on the last defense, once reaching the bloodstream, and its serum antibodies. That this may have a bearing on the efficacy of herd immunity in the vaccine paradigm– the data certainly suggests it.
The eradication of smallpox is often heralded as a major vaccine accomplishment. That’s rather curious though. It certainly wasn’t achieved through herd immunity. Less than 10% of the world’s population was ever inoculated against it, and yet it completely disappeared. Vaccine proponents point out that a ‘ring strategy’ was employed, wherein the latest outbreaks were aggressively tracked and surrounded by fresh inoculants. This too is a plausible hypothesis. But again, if we have a comprehensive working vaccine theory fully explicated in scientific terms, why can’t the successes be more frequent? That is the point, isn’t it? To eradicate infectious disease. Over the many decades of widespread vaccine use, only two diseases for which vaccines were developed and employed have ever been eradicated: smallpox in 1980 and rinderpest in 2011. I wonder what the natural rate of pathogen decline and extinction is in epidemiology? Two a century seems reasonable, especially when the pathogens’ host species begins en masse to refrain from living in its own filth. Yes, that’s right, pathogens naturally die out, especially when you take away their favourite breeding grounds. Bubonic plague anyone?
A viable scientific theory centered around the deployment of vaccines has got to do better, consistently. All of its claimed successes are questionable; science has to answer those questions satisfactorily.
Where can I find the detailed thesis on how exactly vaccines work in modern populations and the specific strategies that should be employed to further eradicate dangerous diseases therein? In science, you don’t get to pretend that you have a theory; you actually have to write it out comprehensively and concisely, so that it may be scrutinized, understood and tested by others.
I am willing to stipulate that vaccines confer some benefit for some recipients. (The placebo effect alone has got me covered on that one.) But to many people, the risk-to-benefit ratio on vaccines is way too high, especially for those who are aware of dozens of immune-boosting choices they can make everyday to increase their overall immunity to all pathogens, not just the ones specifically targeted in the vaccine industry’s micro-management of some disease. Those individual risk-to-benefit assessments should be respected.
If vaccines work, then the status of the unvaccinated is irrelevant to the health of the vaccinated. Your vaccine either works or it doesn’t, and the unscientific blame-game has no place in public health policy. If the eradication of diseases must rely upon 100% vaccination, it is unachievable, but even if it were, why wasn’t that the case in either of the claimed historic success stories? (Not even close!) Scientific theories need to be consistent; that’s not really optional.
If vaccines are to be central to public health, then a coherent plan, based in rigorous science, which answers all of the public’s concerns satisfactorily is all it would take. A legal mandate wouldn’t be necessary. To demand a detailed strategy and the expected results according to all of the data compiled so far is a perfectly reasonable and completely scientific request. Convince me with more than Facebook memes and lame demonstrations by oddball magicians. Lay out the science, all of it, concisely in one place; that’s what other sciences do. And please show directly, and in no uncertain terms, the clear link between vaccine science and the public health policy derived therefrom. All I’ve ever wanted was clear, explicated science. I have the right to understand the full rationality of it, and have all of my questions and concerns answered to my satisfaction, if public health policy actually claims to be based in science.
“Getting your flu shot is the single best thing you can do to prevent the flu,” said the tv add paid for by my government health agency. Bullshit. Optimizing your serum vitamin D level kicks the flu shot’s ass! But rather than support the case for vitamin D here– this is about vaccines, after all– let’s take a peek at the conclusion reached by the Cochrane Review’s 2010 meta-study, the largest one undertaken to date on the efficacy of flu vaccines. In the words of Tom Jefferson, the lead medical researcher: “In other words, we report that no effect of the influenza vaccines was detectable on influenza and its complications such as death.” Got that? Flu shot: no effect… largest study of its kind. Yet, my government sees fit to inform the public that the flu shot is the best we can do. Really? Something that confers no detectable benefit is the best we can do? Irresponsible. There are many, many things we can do to prevent the flu. (Please see my Independently Healthy: A Quick Reference Guide for a few suggestions.)
And for the record, my dog has all of her shots. I’m not convinced that they are necessarily the very best thing for her, but according to my research and experience, dogs tolerate vaccines generally well, and a dog’s vaccine schedule is far more reasonable than a human’s. I risked it; see, I’m really not anti-vaccine.
Now let the hysteria resume!
by nielskunze on May 27, 2015
(Author Narration with musical accompaniment: Return to Egypt by James Asher)
Whatever I may lament in the words which follow, it is my own lament. There is no medical advice intended or implied.
The first thing that needs to be stipulated is that acute trauma emergency care in our modern mainstream hospitals is generally topnotch. The people who put back together all variety of accident victims are doing excellent work. I am sincerely grateful for their presence and expertise.
As for the rest of the modern mainstream medical establishment, it’s not for me.
About twenty years ago I noticed something. People, relatively young people, people I knew… were getting cancer and dying, some of them in their early fifties. Of course there was nothing new there, just the fact that I suddenly noticed it, once it actually impinged on the periphery of my own life. And another horrifying fact became immediately clear too: the treatment was often worse than the disease. The answer to the relentless scourge of cancer was immediately obvious to me; prevention was the only reasonable answer. It was this conclusion which inevitably led me away from conventional medicine… and into everything else. Health became an adventurous exploration; I honestly wanted to know exactly what was best for me.
I am responsible for my own health; that is the basic foundation of my health. It makes no sense to take responsibility for one’s own health only when health has already been compromised; by then, it’s largely too late… The opportunity for prevention has obviously already passed.
If I wish to be effective in my preventative strategies, I have to engage in a dialogue with my body, its innate and superb intelligence. I trust my immune system to function impeccably if it’s consistently provided all that it needs. In order to know what those needs are, I’ve honed my intuition through relentless practice and a great deal of experimentation and trial-and-error. But it’s really very simple: when symptoms arise– especially those mysterious ones with no discernible physical cause– I understand that some aspect of my lifestyle needs adjustment. I’ve learned over time that it’s best to address symptoms as soon as they’re detected, rather than waiting for them to get more serious before making lifestyle adjustments– ranging from nutritional tinkering to new meditation protocols.
Modern doctoring, at best, ignores the conversation I may be having with my body’s innate intelligence, and at the worst, denies that such a conversation is even possible. The diagnose-and-drug-’em paradigm can only rudely interrupt that conversation and further disrupt and corrupt the very language employed. Unpredictable side-effects are like gibberish infecting the internal dialogue.
As an adult (I’m nearly 49), I have never had a prescription… for anything. As a child, I once had an 8-day course of penicillin for an ear infection and a prescription skin cream for severe dryness, at the end of my 8 years of competitive swimming. That’s my medical history as far as modern medical history is concerned.
“Ah Niels, you must have very good genes then.” Be that as it may, it is of very limited relevance. Decades ago, geneticists led the public to believe that genetics were a powerful determiner for physical expression, but that’s not quite how it turned out. The newer science of epigenetics has since taught us that only 5% of our physical expression is pre-determined; the other 95% is a result of our responses to our environmental conditions. Our choices in everyday life are what determine which specific proteins the genes are coded to produce, selecting from among as many as 20,000 coded proteins for a single gene. There is such a variety of expression! And that expression relies directly on the choices we make for dealing (or not) with every stressor in our environment, inside and out.
From my vantage, drugs, surgery and radiation look a lot like a box of hammers. In simply trying to respect my body, and taking full responsibility for my own wellbeing, I have come to appreciate my health and clarity in a way that is immeasurably beyond merely being disease-free. In this internal conversation, I have come alive. My body tells me everyday of new ways to become more alive; they’re subtle, but cumulative. I have to invest my belief into something; I believe in the relationship between myself and my body’s innate intelligence above anything a pharmaceutically-based paradigm can offer.
With the products for sale in the modern medical marketplace, I am forced to ask repeatedly “But is that really the best we can do?”
How much effort and funding– honestly– really goes into research and education for preventative medicine? And then compare that to the money propping up drugs as the answer.
My health relates very little to the convenience of market concerns.
I believe in root causes, and those causes can be physical/chemical, emotional, spiritual or other, or any combination of those. Pharmaceutical use is based primarily upon statistics, and typically ignores or circumvents root causes. “Here, let’s try you out on this,” says the doctor, scribbling in his prescription pad. “We’ve had the most success with this brand in treating your condition, but if it doesn’t work for you, or the side-effects are intolerable, there’s still plenty of other brands we can try.” From a health perspective, I find that particular conversation rather absurd.
I so much prefer being proactive with my health. Some say I’m just lucky, but honestly, I’ve never understood the science of luck; please enlighten me.
by nielskunze on May 26, 2015
First, let it be known that I don’t reveal half the mysteries we’re presented with here. This experience with the Forest Life is absolutely saturated with little mysteries and exchanges that don’t make much sense to my rational mind. So many of them I just keep to myself… until a narrative emerges.
The greater context we’ve been dealing with lately is one of extreme dryness. Yes, the days are stunningly gorgeous, but so far all of the spring growth has been supported by the residual moisture contained in the ground, left over from winter. The last time it really rained, there was still frost in the ground, so it just ran off into the rivers and lakes… and that was months ago!
There have been forecasts and promises, but it hasn’t amounted to anything significant yet.
A few days ago we mounted an expedition to a nearby waterfall– that almost no one knows about– so I could get some video footage for another project I’m working on. I rode my mountain bike, and the dogs followed along. The bear tracks were very clear on the dusty road.
But don’t worry; it clearly wasn’t a very big bear… Perhaps we’d see him at the waterfall…
On the way, poor Lhasa got high-centred and stuck in a cattle guard. I thought she knew about cattle guards! She was lucky to not have been injured, and just waited patiently with her feet dangling helplessly for me to get off my bike and rescue her– which I did; and immediately she was off and running again! Resilient old girl!
The waterfall was a major disappointment.
There wasn’t even a trickle. The creek exiting Spur Lake above was pretty much bone dry… even though this is normally the time of spring runoff. We’ll have to come back later, I suppose.
At the conclusion of this little bike trip, we were presented with one of those little mysteries I was talking about. Right where I’d parked the truck, we found this:
Why is there a clump of matted hair lying out here in the middle of nowhere at all? (We were parked in a completely different place than usual.) Who did it belong to? Did Bigsquatch shave his pubes? I really don’t know. (And no, I didn’t take it home with me!)
Now, moving forward, rainclouds are gathering…
…and the Wild Roses are finally blooming! Rose petals are one of my favourite things to eat on our daily walks. It’s funny; the dogs have to try everything that I eat. Sitka and Toby immediately tried eating roses in imitation of me, but decided that the thorns made them not worth the effort.
On the Mesa, I finally took a picture of this topless tree… not knowing that it was a foreshadow of things to come.
First, down by the river, we encountered the seventh snake of this young season.
This guy had to book it down a steep embankment to avoid being trodden upon by some rather indifferent dogs. They don’t seem to care for snakes much.
Snake, being a favourite prey animal for the indigenous birds, added emphasis to this next mysterious encounter…
From a distance, I really had no clue what Sitka had found this time. And even when I got there for a close inspection, I could hardly believe it!
Somehow Sitka knew that ravens were taboo. One simply doesn’t eat them! (Although, something obviously had!)
We found the tail nearby, and you can tell by the context of the sticks and plants around it just how big this raven must have been!
And all that was left of the missing middle section was this pile of scattered feathers.
Raven is a powerful totem animal with connections to magic and creativity. Honestly, I’m not sure how to interpret this ‘message.’ My feeling about this has to do mainly with the dreamtime. There’s a bloody battle going on right now in the darkness. Raven is our daytime ally who skillfully navigates the darkest of sorceries.
I think we all need to claim our own dreaming as our personal space for healing… or there could be dire consequences. (Not to frighten anyone.)
Anyway, the rains have finally come in abundance. It rained all through the night! The Forest promises to dish up the most delectable fragrances and feasts today.
Perhaps when I get back, later today, I’ll write a Dreamtime Reclamation… unless I’m presented with more pressing mysteries…
by nielskunze on May 23, 2015
It began, actually, with an encounter I’ve never had before. I think I must be the only local here in the Columbia Valley who hadn’t seen a Wild Turkey before… until now. Immediately upon our arrival at the gate, after our initial ascent, there he was, waiting for us… Wild Turkey!
I’m calling it ‘he’ because the turkey was alone– no other turkeys in sight… and the area in question is fairly open. It’s typical for turkeys to travel in congregations of several hens with a single male; this one was just missing the hens. He stood at least three feet tall… and proved to be rather athletic.
As soon as I had spotted him– he was impossible to miss– I tried to divert the attention of the dogs… to no avail. Sitka just had to give chase… despite my protestations. He could run pretty fast, and could fly even faster! Yes, turkeys can fly (despite a particular episode of WKRP in which Mr. Carlson elected to give away turkeys for Thanksgiving by dropping them from a helicopter above a shopping centre, which appeared to prove that turkeys can’t fly; that’s only the fattened domestic jobbies; the wild ones are quite agile). Needless to say, I didn’t get the chance for a picture.
In the animal kingdom, Turkey is the quintessential representation of Mother Earth.
And all (other) birds in general are representative of long-standing connections to the astral realms. (Keep this in mind as we proceed.)
Osprey was quiet and content to let us go about our business…
…despite the close proximity of this annual nesting site (just south of our usual route).
But the ravens would not shut up! “There’s a disturbance in the force! Can you feel that? There’s something going on!”
The dogs sniffed out this dead snake very near to where the shouting ravens had congregated. Strange that the snake hadn’t been claimed! I was pretty sure I’d heard the vocalizations of Eagle too amongst the incessant chatter, but nearly everyone elected to stay just out of sight among the treetops… discussing the strange energy milieu.
Minutes later, as we looked back across the landscape we’d just covered, a lone Turkey Vulture rose effortlessly above the Forest, holding its wings up in a characteristic V while riding the afternoon thermals. It made me think that perhaps there had been a carcass after all… but then I would expect the dogs to easily sniff it out; they hadn’t. Strange.
Down by the river, Canada Goose had come again. This time there were six of them! Before this season I had only very rarely spotted geese by Dutch Creek; now they suddenly seemed to enjoy it as a favourite spot.
They were like three couples out for an afternoon picnic on this island in the rising river. Shortly after we passed them by on the trail paralleling the creek, they took flight with an enthusiastic chorus of honks… heading north.
Geese have familial mothering energy– the kind that teaches through storytelling. I can relate to that!
There was definitely something in the air this day… a raucous spirit untethered, testing its wings. The whole experience of this outing reminded me of the picture I look at daily as I’m sitting on the toilet… in my excremeditation chamber…
Make of it what you will…
by nielskunze on May 22, 2015
In the fullness of time, and in the light of new information, we are tacitly invited into retrospection– beyond mere reverie– for the reinterpretation of past events. It had always niggled at me, that absurd pantomime Jake had enacted with me mere moments before he had plunged into the river, claiming his death. His actions– grabbing me by the hair, pulling me close to stare insistently into my eyes, and then suddenly laying back against the cliff with sunglasses re-donned… to laugh maniacally– those actions were so very uncharacteristic of the young man I’d known.
Jake had always been the soft-spoken, calm, intellectual type. There was really nothing in-your-face about him. As soon as his odd behaviour had been demonstrated– not just once, but twice– I had immediately resolved to ask him as soon as we got home “What the hell was that all about?” Of course, one of us never came home… and my niggling question remained unanswered… a mystery filed away in the back of my consciousness… forming the core of my bigger question: What really happened that day?
The piece of the puzzle that had always been missing was to be found, I believe, in the distinction between Spirit and Soul– which I’ve recently explained in the TOURS Message #34 about Terminology. For further background on what I’m about to explain, one could look into the work of Steve Richards developer and practitioner– over the last forty years– of Holographic Kinetics.
Commonly, Earth humans have compromised (traumatized) Spirits, which as a result, leaves the Spirit unable or unwilling to fully inhabit the body, unable to be the sole driver of the physical vehicle. Programs belonging to the Soul can activate or empower thought-forms, belief systems and entities to usurp the rightful place of the Spirit, influencing our biology in ways that do not serve our growth and integration… do not serve Life.
With this in mind, as I look back to that May afternoon in 2001, I now believe that the entity grabbing my hair and boring deeply into my eyes with its gaze, followed by its maniacal laughter behind shades– that entity was not Jake. It was nothing like him; that’s why it always seemed so perplexing. Under the influence of the ayahuasca, without the guidance and protection from an experienced shaman, some entity or program was able to usurp full control of Jake’s body– hence the laughter; that was triumph! Additionally, Jake’s Will– his I AM Presence– must have been tricked or coerced into leaving his body when the usurping entity suddenly decided to fly out through the top of Jake’s head, taking ‘Jake’ with it.
When first ‘he’ surfaced, a moment after falling into the river, head and shoulders comfortably above the waves, ‘he’ wasn’t all there. His body certainly looked alive as it rushed past, but it lacked any semblance of volition; he was neither fully unconscious, nor fully conscious. He looked stuck in a dysfunctional dream… and for a time, I with him…
I had always been saying that Jake’s spirit flew out through the top of his head. But rather, his Soul and that part of his consciousness responsible for making decisions flew out through the top of his head. His Spirit was stuck between a rock and a hard place. Eventually, downriver, it was forced to vacate the body completely… and Jake died.
Perhaps at first glance it may appear that I’ve complicated things here, but for me it is the resolution of long-standing mysteries. The cognitive model I’ve overlaid on this perplexing experience now fits… rather well.
Now, it seems, the last has been resolved.
by nielskunze on May 21, 2015
Even though the lack of recent rains begins to take its toll, individuals the Forest over are taking a chance on tomorrow and tomorrow’s morrow.
Ungentlemanly, the Gentians are saying “Fuck it! It’s time for flowering.”
Meanwhile, Stonecrop– a rare succulent– sequesters water in its tissues for another non-rainy day. If for some reason I couldn’t get to the river, Stonecrop would keep me alive.
The Forest seems to be devising strategies on the fly… creating a situation I’ve honestly never seen before.
As the Gooseberries have already nearly completed their full cycle, exhibiting the sour green berries I love, the Wild Rose bushes who are well intermingled with the Gooseberries, are just barely putting out their first leaves. Roses are perhaps the most abundant plant species out here, so I’ll assume that they are choosing to delay their own development this season so that the other plants can utilize the residual moisture left over from winter’s melt instead.
Most often, the Tent Caterpillars are to be found within the Choke Cherry bushes… But since the Roses are deliberately holding themselves back, they expose themselves to opportunists like these. (I’m always tempted to cut these tents down when I find them… But who am I? The caterpillar police?)
The Choke Cherries are just now coming into full bloom. Their sweet subtle fragrance is literally everywhere! This is the first time I tasted the blossoms, and I’m happy to report that they are delicious– once the flowers have fully opened. Prior to opening, the pre-flowers have a strong almond flavour which either indicates the presence of hydrocyanic acid– a non-accumulating poison– or the presence of amygdalin– the anti-cancer molecule, central to laetrile therapy. I’ll just eat the opened flowers… and later the dried cherries. (Drying them eliminates bitterness and astringency.)
And speaking of fragrance, the False Solomon’s Seal is also coming into full bloom which just saturates the air around them with the most pleasant citrus aroma. (And now the leaves grow hairy and tough, so the foraging of these delicious greens comes to an end.)
And for more than two years I’ve been consistently expressing my love for High Bush Cranberries. I’m very pleased to see so many of them this year flowering profusely! (The flowers have virtually no flavour, but the ripened fruit yet to come is an absolute favourite, tasting very much like sour cherries.)
And finally, the baby birds we found in the nest on the ground more than a week ago seem to be doing fine, despite the drying conditions. The dogs are still curious, but I make sure to hurry them along– and to watch where they step!
The campfire ban will likely come into effect very soon… Boo!
by nielskunze on May 21, 2015
In this moment, I recognize Spirit as the internal source of all creative expression moving through me, from the inside out. The movement of Spirit through and within me follows the path of Life through and within my biology, this human body. I recognize Spirit as animated and spontaneous, creative and unflinching, and a reliable witness to my every word spoken, every deed done, every thought considered and every feeling felt. My Spirit knows itself as Life unfettered, unprogrammed by external investments in countless soul journeys.
I Now see that programming belongs to the lessons of the soul– what I’ve learned and believed cumulatively throughout countless lifetimes. The soul’s active programs are written– encoded– within the very cells of this biology; my body is the hard-drive. I can feel where my soul’s programming is incompatible with my Spirit’s true expression as pain, discomfort, unease or disease within my body’s internal reality. The habits of my Will, thus far, have often led me to identify with the teachings and beliefs endemic to my soul. However, in this moment, I Now choose my Spirit’s right to express creatively, from within, a Life free from erroneous and self-deprecating or otherwise spiritually-irrelevant programs.
As Spirit is the perfect witness to all that I AM in this moment, I recognize my Spirit’s ability to bring resolute balance to all the places within me where the programming of my soul–written within the cells of my body– is incompatible (out of balance) with Life– Life, as Spirit would otherwise express unhindered. The action of my Spirit, as I invite it in and call it forth, renders the countless memories of my soul relevant to my Life– and All Life. Spirit distills the epic journey down to Life’s terms: bio-regenesis for/of the soul. My soul has had all these external experiences… but what do they mean to me, to my Life, to my internal experience right Now? I Will allow Spirit to answer.
So… Hello Spirit, please show me how to best honour, nurture and express unhindered this Life moving through me… untrammeled by the seemingly endless conditioning of my soul…
by nielskunze on May 20, 2015
On the topic of The Elements and Elemental Magic…
Perhaps a bit unexpectedly, but this week I am going very literal with our weekly topic… and hopefully a little scientific too.
In school, we all learned that the elements are the very building blocks of the tangible universe. Whether the basic teaching of Earth, Water, Fire and Air as the fundamentals, or whether through the introduction of the Periodic Table in science class, at the very least we learned that the elements represent something irreducible, something that we ourselves cannot manufacture from simpler stuff. It is a powerful teaching nonetheless, forming the basis for many far-reaching belief systems…
If we buy into the belief, then we understand that the elements are things we need to acquire from our external environment for the duration of our lives. Furthermore, our access to the elements deemed essential for the full functioning of our biology– our access in adequate amount and proportion– has a direct bearing on our health. The elements appear to be important!
So how many of the elements listed on the Periodic Table do our bodies require for optimum functioning? If we include those elements whose presence is required in only tiny amounts– the trace elements– then, the number is around 92. There’s some wiggle-room on this number, but 92 is the one we’ll use.
In terms of our bodies’ ability to contain and utilize the necessary elements in exact proportion, it can be likened to an old-fashioned bucket made of 92 wooden slats, where the width of each slat is in proportion to the amount needed by the body of each corresponding element; the oxygen slat would be very wide, whereas the aluminum slat would be but a sliver. In order to hold water, all the slats would have to be the same length (height of the bucket).
Our bodies are the bucket; the water inside is the Life-Spirit. Ideally, our bodies should be made of all the necessary elements in exact proportion, as well as having access to adequate repletion, in order to hold the most life-energy– to function at peak potential. When we are deficient or depleted in any of the elements, that is like a shortening of each corresponding slat. Even if just one of the 92 is missing or just partially depleted, the bucket will begin leaking and cannot hold as much internal Life-Spirit.
The best overall mineral repletion program that I know of is Quintessential Optimum Mineralization 3.3. The cost is about $50 a month, and it generally takes 3 to 6 months for a person to attain basic mineral repletion. When I first did it, it marked the first time in decades that I could honestly say that I wasn’t hungry anymore. Prior to elemental repletion, I was always at least a little bit hungry, even if I’d just eaten; repletion ended that.
The Master Mineral
Now I’d like to focus on just one element. It is often referred to as the master mineral; it is largely taken for granted; it is magnesium. In the mainstream it’s largely overlooked, but magnesium plays many vital– elemental– roles in our biology. All of the metabolic pathways whose end product is ATP– the energy molecule we all learned about in science class– irreplaceably require magnesium. There are no substitutes; the very need for magnesium is elemental to all of our physical energetic aspirations. Additionally, magnesium catalyzes more than 330 enzymatic processes in the daily maintenance of our bodies. Where calcium causes muscles to contract, magnesium causes them to relax. Magnesium in adequate amounts is essential for proper restful, restorative sleep. And magnesium is essential for many elimination pathways burdened by toxic overload. Magnesium is dope!
But why should magnesium play such a crucial role in our biology? Magnesium is the co-ordinating ion at the heart of the chlorophyll molecule; chlorophyll is to green plants what hemoglobin is to red-blooded humans. And plants are at the heart of the food chain. So it only makes sense that biology was elementally built around magnesium. It is primarily the action of photosynthesis via the chlorophyll molecule which harnesses the energy of the sun and conveniently delivers it to all earthlings.
Now, since magnesium is so widespread throughout the natural food chain, surely very few of us are deficient in this critical element, no? Actually, we all are depleted; unless you’ve been doing a comprehensive repletion program for a couple of months already, you’re deficient– less than optimal– in magnesium. Fluoride interferes with magnesium uptake, both in the body as well as in the soil. Likewise, pesticides and pesticide residues inhibit magnesium metabolism; also some herbicides. The net result is that even our very best leafy green plants have significantly less magnesium than they did traditionally– before chemical farming. And our food animals– cows, chickens and pigs– they’re not eating tons of leafy greens anyway. I’m no expert in animal feed, but I’m quite certain that the typical modern farm-critter chow is woefully deficient in magnesium, especially when compared to more traditional feeds. Steadily, over many decades, our food supply has dwindled in its magnesium levels. The magnesium is simply no longer there in adequate amounts. Add to this that our requirement for magnesium has steadily gone up, and it begins to become clear that most of us are critically deficient in this elemental nutrient.
Stress registers a biological demand for more magnesium. More energy also requires more magnesium for the production of ATP. Chronically sore and aching muscles are often the result of calcified tissues due to a lack of magnesium to counteract the prevalence of calcium. Ionically, magnesium balances calcium in the body. Stiff and aching joints are often similarly caused by calcium deposits– which require magnesium to pull them from the inflamed tissues. Our world of increased toxicity, from air and water pollution to electromagnetic radiation, requires ever more magnesium to flush through our systems in order to alleviate the extreme toxicity. As muscular tissue slowly calcifies (aging), the muscles themselves remain in a chronic state of tension– slightly flexed, even when we think they’re relaxed. This chronic tension in the body interferes with the body’s ability to fully relax into regenerative sleep; magnesium is the elemental antidote, as it solves the very root of the problem.
Because magnesium is central to so many biological functions, as deficiency progresses, the depletion can be expressed as virtually any symptom or symptom set– known as our common non-infectious diseases. It is entirely possible that magnesium depletion is a critical cofactor at the heart of every chronic illness known to modern science. Therefore, I figure that magnesium repletion is something worth looking into.
When it comes to magnesium repletion, oral magnesium supplements are NOT the way to go; they simply can’t deliver enough magnesium in a bioavailable form to your tissues– where it’s needed– no matter how many tablets you choke down. Orally, the best way to get your magnesium is still from eating plenty of leafy greens and other organically grown greens– from eating quality food. For successful repletion however, a topical spray able to deliver upwards of 500mg of magnesium directly to the tissues in a matter of 30 seconds, forms the basis for any such successful strategy.
Ian Clark, the CEO of Activation Products, whom I was led to via David Wolfe, is just in the process of delivering the latest innovation in an effective topical magnesium spray. I’m not going to write a commercial for it here, but it will be the product I myself use. I have always discerned integrity in the cutting edge work of both Ian and David, so I harbour no reservations in this regard. Repletion promises to be relatively inexpensive, especially when considered in light of the possible benefits to be incurred. My experience with magnesium sprays has already been very positive over the past few years. Quite often, a sore body part just needs a few sprays and a rub of magnesium to magically alleviate the pain and discomfort. And as in all magic– ultimately– it’s perfectly based in science; it’s just that our understanding hasn’t quite gotten there… yet.
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by nielskunze on May 19, 2015
Sometimes you can just feel that it’s going to be a special day. What might make it so special? Well… let’s see… How about 3 eagles, 2 hawks, a snake, 5 whitetail deer, a turkey vulture, plenty of ravens and a bear! It’s almost getting ridiculous!
The seeds of this adventure were already sown a couple of weeks ago. It was something Darren said during our last expedition into the Gorge looking for devil’s club buds.
Darren had said it even before we had stumbled upon the first real bear sign of the season– a pile of poop in the backcountry below the Gorge. So we knew they were around.
In Canada, this last weekend was the one that really kicks off the tourist season, Monday being Victoria Day… or some such silly colonial nonsense. By the time Monday rolled around, I was ready to get away from the weekend warriors and head into the deep, pristine backcountry… again.
The moment I stepped out on my deck at home, I knew that it was going to be a special day. Already, I spotted three eagles circling above the Fairmont townsite.
Then, exactly where we typically park the truck, we encountered the fifth snake of this young season. Perhaps the profusion of snakes helps explain the prevalence of so many raptors.
I showed the snake to Sitka because the dogs always seem to miss them, stepping over them on the trail obliviously. Sitka followed it into the tall grass beside the road intrigued, as I made sure she didn’t try to grab it.
And then it was merely seconds after that when we encountered a hawk. This one I’m calling DeadWing because he appeared to be missing some flight feathers from one of his wings… although it didn’t seem to hamper his flight at all.
Once we had completed the initial ascent, we were into the raucous dramatics of Raven’s incessant chatter. Rodney sat out on a power-pole for us croaking, as his brethren bickered in the forest and the swamp. (You can always tell Rodney by his somewhat scruffy appearance.)
Raven always seems to presage significant encounters…
This is looking back, where we’d just crossed the swamp. Basically, where I’m standing with the camera is the place on the ground from where Master Red-Tail (Piudi) flew up gracefully and headed over to the swamp. That was excellent reassurance when heading into the thick, untrammelled wilderness beyond.
Somehow, already, I knew that we were going to encounter a bear. I was just wondering how the encounter might go down with the dogs– Toby and Sitka had never seen a bear before– when we turned the corner on the logging road… and there he was about forty yards ahead.
He was busy munching on something, so he didn’t notice us. I quietly called the dogs to me as I fished in my pack for my camera. The dogs recognized the urgency in my voice, but were oblivious to what was going on. They milled about me as I snapped a couple of pics.
I whistled to alert the bear to our presence, hoping that he might stand up and face us, but alas, the dogs immediately keyed into what was happening… and the chase was on!
Only Sitka stuck with the pursuit until she had treed him… and then she began barking. (She’d never barked at any animals before.) I quickly called her off, and she returned promptly. Immediately we heard the tumult of the bear coming back down the tree and his crashing through the dense forest in order to distance himself from these strange intruders. The noise was such that I wondered if this was perhaps a two-year-old cub who might still be with his mama. He was quite small, whereas the sounds I was hearing were quite ‘large.’
Anyway, we continued on our way, happily excited. It was no more than three minutes after that when we heard/saw five whitetail deer scurrying through the forest beside as, very near to where we’d just left the bear (bears?).
The forest is mostly tight and thick here, so in the few clearings along the way we stretch our eyes to dispel any psychological claustrophobia.
Our foraging mission in the Gorge was more than successful. Not only did we find adequate Devil’s Club to make it worthwhile, but I also noted the profusion of wild currants, high bush cranberries, and elderberry trees. Also, we found plenty of freshly sprung False Solomon’s Seal, our new favourite green forage as recommended by Piudi (Sasquatch friend). The dogs and I feasted!
Then, as we were coming down, right where the sky begins to open up a bit, we spotted a turkey vulture just above the treetops. I identified this raptor as Turkey Vulture based on the way it held its wings in flight. As I’ve pointed out before, Turkey Vulture will very rarely find need to flap its huge wings. They also hold them up in more of a V than other raptors who tend to fly with their wings stretched out more-or-less flat.
Then, when we finally got home– about five hours later– there was a bit of a party going on at my house– not an uncommon occurrence during long weekends.
Apparently, Raven still felt some obligation to keep an eye on me as I joined the party. I noticed him in the tree across from my deck most of the evening.
It wasn’t Rodney though… not nearly enough scruff!
And that concludes our long weekend adventure… Rather remarkable, I’d say!
by nielskunze on May 15, 2015
Look…out! The adventure’s getting messy… with points of interest all along the way.
Only a couple of minutes into our walk, on the ground beside the shortcut, I came across this tiny nest tucked away in the grass. As near as I could tell it had three live and hungry babies and one unhatched egg inside. Sitka was sniffing around as I snapped a quick pic. She could tell there was something nearby, but I didn’t let her poke her nose in… for obvious reasons. Mama bird (unidentified) chirped at us from a tree, as I hurried us along and made a mental note to avoid the shortcut for a few weeks.
Some birds fare better than others. Someone had a quick and tidy meal here– just feathers, no blood.
I swear this guy totally meant to scare the piss out of us. Toby especially gets freaked out by Grouse nearly every day. They always wait to the very last minute, right until you’re about to step on them, before they fly up raucously in your face. Note: they can also fly perfectly silently, but very rarely choose to do so, making quite a racket instead!
This guy was in grievous danger of being trodden upon… except for his brief chirping like a cricket. Now that’s one pimped-out cricket! Personally, I don’t think he’s a cricket at all; he just does vocal impressions for fun and entertainment.
It’s usually more dragonflies than damsels; you can tell the difference by the way they hold their wings while at rest. Dragonfly keeps them out to the side, perpendicular to the length of his body. It’s good to see either of them none the less, as Mosquito promises to make his presence known here in the swamp very soon. The dragons and damsels help to keep their numbers in check.
Now that I’m accepting dietary recommendations from Bigsquatch, I finally noticed all the fir tips laden with pollen cones which had been placed along the centre of the dirt road paralleling the swamp. There were literally dozens of them neatly arranged along the exact centre of the road. This can only be the work of Piudi (my Sasquatch contact) who is actively trying to get me to expand my foraging repertoire.
These had been lying there already for some days, perhaps weeks, before I deigned to try them. Although somewhat dry, they’re actually quite tasty. I have long been a fan of eating the pollen of conifers– a highly nutritious food specific to hormone health. (Pollen is the semen of the Forest.)
There was still a couple of trees on the Mesa bearing pollen cones– so now I know what to look for in the early spring. During yesterday’s light rain I was lucky enough to find a few pollen cones retaining some moisture. They were like eating chewy candy that tasted exactly like the Forest typically smells. Next year I’ll be all over this scene!