The turmeric is drying out well on my car dashboard. I wish I had thought of using the car dashboard to dry things out years ago. I would’ve been doing it all the time. It stays very dry because the car isn’t leaking, and it gets lots of sun, and the air blows over it from the vents on the dashboard.
I have been eating just one small piece of the turmeric once or twice a day. I don’t want to use a lot of it, because it has been making me sleepy and tired. I’ve had times in the past when the opposite happened, when I ate fresh turmeric and was so energized and restless, I actually climbed all the way to the top of the mountain behind the campground, which I have only done a few times. It takes hours and hours of walking to get up there and back. I just did it spontaneously that day after eating some fresh turmeric. But now, this particular batch has been making me more sleepy.
Herbal antidepressants, and also the one that I took very briefly as a prescription, prozac, make me remember my dreams. The dreams that I had on prozac were perfectly clear and utterly, absolutely evil. I remember I had a perfectly clear dream that somebody was dangling a fish hook with a tiny dog on the hook, and I swallowed this into my stomach, and I could feel the pain of the fish hook inside my stomach, and when I woke up, the pain from the fish hook was still in my stomach, which probably meant that I was having a stomach hemorrhage or something, now that I’ve read about how antidepressants like prozac can cause stomach bleeding. But the herbal antidepressants that I have used, st johnswort, and turmeric (most people don’t describe it as an antidepressant, but I call it that because I observe all the effects it has), also make me remember my dreams, but they were never as horrible as the dreams that I had on prozac.
All dreams are fake – they are written by some kind of conscious being, whether it is humans, or aliens, or AI – the weirdness could be explained by AI. I don’t know what a real, natural dream would be like. Whatever it is that your brain needs to do while dreaming, I don’t know what it would be like if it were just doing that thing by itself without being manipulated. When you sleep, your brain needs to physically, mechanically open up a part of itself so that this liquid can flow out of the crypts inside the brain, the cerebrospinal fluid, which is going to have toxins and waste products in it as a result of your brain functioning. Those have to be flushed down into the spinal column and, I assume, into the lymphatic system, and into the kidneys to be removed – I don’t know the exact details of where it goes or how, but it has to be eliminated like all other waste products. That is what is happening while you sleep.
I was dreaming about my mom. I know that it’s her birthday sometime, but I don’t remember the exact date and would have to look it up. In the dream, I could see what she was wearing. She looked healthy and was standing up straight, which meant that she was younger. She had on a shirt that had glittering sequins on it, and I think each individual sequin was shaped like something, maybe a Christmas tree. I actually touched this shirt and felt the sequins. I don’t remember what she did or said in the dream, only that her mood towards me was loving and benevolent, not angry or sad or anything negative. There were other sequins and other colors on this shirt, but I don’t remember much, and I’m not sure if the sequins were really shaped like Christmas trees or not. They were just unusual somehow.
There is one thing that this turmeric might possibly be doing for me, which might possibly be helpful at a time like this. I have hardly any money, although I got some food stamps money, but it’s very hard to buy things that are 1. not hot, because, if it’s still true, you’re not allowed to buy hot food with food stamps, and 2. not refrigerated, because I don’t have a refrigerator. That really, really limits what I can buy with food stamps. I have been buying some cheap, non-chocolate cookies, because I don’t want to necessarily be eating a caffeinated stimulant every single time I want to eat something sweet or get calories. The cookies I’m buying are ‘golden oreos.’ They satisfy certain cravings, which are unexplainable, cravings for mainstream factory farm junk products, like chemical-infused soybean oils and stuff like that. I have a theory that neonicotinoid pesticides probably make these factory farm foods addictive because they behave like nicotine. I’ve observed differences in the cravings that I feel for factory farm Fritos brand chips, versus organic corn chips. The organic chips do not trigger this addictive craving.
This terrible food is one of the reasons why my joints are really bad, absolutely horrible, right now. The fats in them are horrible for the joints. Back whenever I still believed in some mainstream nutrition, I was using canola oil to fry things in, whenever I was younger and I had first gotten out on my own and was living in apartments for the first time. When I fried things in canola oil, my knee joints were so bad, with arthritis, that I could hardly walk up and down the stairs. Rancid polyunsaturated fats are horrible for you. It’s probably more than that, too, because rapeseed, in and of itself (which is the same as canola oil, except that canola oil has some kind of genetic modification, and I don’t know the details), is poisonous and causes heart attacks. It’s the plant poison, not the fats. The PLANT POISON contained in rapeseed causes heart attacks. It’s this kind of thing that frustrates me about the science of nutrition. I don’t see enough mainstream science talking about how naturally occurring plant toxins can cause health problems. I also remember reading something about how, in a laboratory experiment, the scientists caused the rats to get colon cancer by giving them corn oil.
I am not saying that fats don’t cause heart attacks, because they do, and again, I’ve personally experienced it. I bought these little sausages that you dip in mustard, and when you open the package, you are supposed to refrigerate them. I didn’t realize that, so I left them at room temperature, so I went several days eating spoiled sausages that were rancid. I was having severe heart attacks that got worse with exertion, like if I was carrying heavy boxes up the stairs at work (I worked at a McD where, back then, years and years ago, they actually had a downstairs room with everything stored in it, and you had to walk up these greasy steps without slipping – it was a nightmare). I have observed heart attacks from foods that are a combination of meats and fats, such as cheeses or sausages, if they are left at room temperature. There is some other thing that I’m not remembering the name of which can also cause problems, and the word isn’t coming to me. If you keep these foods refrigerated below 40 degrees F, then they won’t cause heart attacks. But I also did some cooking (I haven’t had anywhere near enough chances to test all this stuff, because, in every house I’ve lived in, I’ve gone through long phases of time where I was unable to cook at home for various reasons) where I cooked some animal products that should have been good quality, which I had kept at the right temperature in the
refrigerator, and if I ate a lot of the fat from them, it gave me chest pains. I really, really wish I had more chances to freely cook a whole bunch of things at home so that I could do all of this testing and observation. There was an article on the Weston Price website that also said, if you ate sauerkraut with pork, as was traditional, it helped prevent the clumping of the blood cells into ‘rouleaux,’ ‘stacks of coins,’ which was caused by a substance in pork, not necessarily fat, but some other substance. So you can do things like eat garlic – garlic was always really good for fixing those heart attacks when they happened, fresh raw garlic especially.
Oh, that was all a tangent about how my joints are hurting partly because I’m eating the worst of the low quality fats, these cookies with partially hydrogenated vegetable oils in them.
I had said that I was thinking about crafting things. I don’t have any money, and I STILL won’t have any money after I get my next paycheck from work, because I’m working only a small number of hours, and my hourly wage is low. I have not yet pressured them and insisted that I want to work a whole lot of hours, because I am not yet fully committed to that decision. I really hate it and I am dragging my feet, resisting. I do not want to work.
The thing that I was thinking of crafting was not something nice, not like traditional high quality crafting, but just making something because I need it. I tried buying one or two raincoats that ended up not working very well, so I still need a raincoat. I was thinking that I could use a plastic bag, which I have done before, but in order to make it work better, I could use some string, which I do have in the car, and use it as a drawstring to keep it in place, and use duct tape to put the string into the location where it has to be in order to work, so that the cut-out face of the hood stays where it’s supposed to. I have to make a separate hood from the rest of the raincoat, which will be a trash bag with holes for the arms. I have done some of these things before, and they don’t work very well, but they slightly help, and if I made the hood with a drawstring, it would work a lot better.
I was also thinking of ‘Eskimo stitching,’ ‘Inuit stitching,’ or ‘Arctic stitching,’ as I was trying to think of a general name for it. The Inuit would make waterproof boots out of sealskin. They made them so well, they are better than any boots we have now. They would use real sinew, NOT artificial sinew, which doesn’t work – they would use real sinew as thread, and the sinew would swell if it got wet. They would poke the needle only halfway through the skin of the boots, so that it would not make a hole that water would leak through. Preventing leaks was a matter of life and death at those cold temperatures in the Arctic. This was precision engineering. You can sew with the needle going only halfway into the sealskin and then coming back out again. I don’t know all the details of how they made their boots and how they did the seams, but I remember the thing about putting the needle only into the surface and then bringing it back out again.
I don’t have any leather, but animal skins would be waterproof. I don’t know whether real fur coats are waterproof. I haven’t done much with any fur coats, because the ones that I have ever tested are totally useless and frivolous. They are made by lunatic imbeciles purely for decorative purposes, and they are the worst of the worst of ‘fashion’ rather than practicality. I am all in favor of using animal skins and fur if you absolutely are using them for PRACTICAL purposes, and they are designed to be FUNCTIONAL and EXTREMELY STRONG so that you can really use them in everyday life, and use them for outdoor work, and use them for survival when your life depends on them. The frivolous garbage that I have found sold as fur coats is not like that at all. It is ‘fashion.’ They have no warmth, and they don’t fit, and you can’t move in them. They often provide decoration without any actual coverage. So I did try buying a couple of fur coats in the past, years ago before I knew how bad they usually were, and I stopped trying to do anything with them. Now I am much more focused on wool.
I would like to try making a wool oilskin. You can put oil onto fabric to make it waterproof. I would want to use nontoxic oil. I know that linseed oil was used for a lot of things, but also, linseed oil will spontaneously combust, from what I have been told, so you will have a pile of oily rags that will catch on fire in the garage, that kind of thing. I also don’t know much about paraffin. I wouldn’t necessarily use beeswax for everything. I might have a willingness to use paraffin if I was sure that it wasn’t toxic. I would like to try using felted wool, making sure that it was preshrunk, felted as tightly as possible, and put wax or oil, or both, into the felted wool.
There were raincoats made out of straw in China thousands of years ago. I wouldn’t mind having a raincoat made of straw.