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The first time DeSoul ever worked for me, it was on a Kraken leg. This makes no sense whatsoever.

July 19, 2018

They had the desoul spell in Shining Force 1, but it never worked except when enemies did it to me, so I never used it. It has an extremely small chance to work, on enemies who are already so weak they can be easily killed already. Desoul steals their soul, basically killing them with one blow, if it works at all. But in the first game, it never worked at all, so it was as good as, or worse than, just hitting them with normal spells or weapons.

But I’m in Shining Force 2 now, and things are a little different. I used desoul while fighting the Kraken on a raft. The Kraken has a whole bunch of octopus legs. I desouled one and it worked! That’s laughable. How can you desoul a single leg? Wouldn’t that desoul the whole Kraken? Its individual legs have individual souls. Maybe I only took the portion of the soul that was operating that leg?

I just thought this was humorous.

I’m on my period and have been taking it easy. I got nothing done today. I just did not feel very well.

Okay, except for that eighteen wheeler that almost rear ended me yesterday

July 19, 2018

I went out in my truck to get food. I think that’s when I went out to Weis to get juice. I decided, for fun, on impulse, to go the scenic route down Forest Road, which goes to Zion. I sometimes take 220, and sometimes take Forest Road less often, on a whim. My whims and impulses are mind controlled, but usually they’re benign.

I was parked waiting to turn left onto Forest Road, waiting for oncoming cars to pass. Behind me, in the rearview mirror, there was a huge truck. I said "eighteen wheeler," but I’m clueless what it was, I’m just saying it was a full size truck with a trailer, not a "truck" in the sense of a pickup truck. It was the kind of truck that delivers cargo to millions of businesses, and the kind of truck that you go to vocational school to learn how to drive and get a special license for.

It wasn’t stopping. It was coming behind me. I had plenty of time to process my doubts and my assumptions and my uncertainty and my judgment of whether or not this was an emergency. I assumed it would slow down, and it wasn’t, or just a little and not enough. It was coming downhill.

"Please! Please! Do something!" I shouted out loud, feeling as though I was saying it to the truck driver, but in reality it was probably the controllers saying it to me. I suddenly speeded up to stay ahead of the truck, instead of waiting to turn onto Forest Road. Then, a minute later, I said "It’s okay," or something like that, and I turned left into a nearby parking lot so I could turn around and go back to Forest Road. Then I went back to Forest Road and went about my business.

It sounds like Gaia TV has a “not in my backyard” approach to making the world a better place

July 19, 2018

I found a copy of David Wilcock’s resignation letter from Gaia. I always hated the design of their website. It was so nonfunctional I could barely get the website to work on either my laptop or my phone. That’s the reason I went such a long time not bothering to subscribe to Cosmic Disclosure, and I just went to Corey Goode’s page to read the transcripts, and left comments there.

Now I’m mostly offline and haven’t been watching Gaia anyway, but I’m still subscribed. I don’t like people who use psychological pricing with $9.95 as the subscription price. Just be honest. It’s ten fucking dollars.

It turns out that actually, Gaia *does* suck after all. Helping make the world a better place, but not in Gaia’s backyard.

I wonder about the Newman’s Own brand of cookies, salad dressings, and other things. They donate profits to charities.

I don’t believe in donating to charities, but I believe in controlling the donations directly yourself, when you know exactly who they go to and what they’re used for. Like, a for profit project made by Wilcock, Goode, Smith, and whoever Olivia Skye is – I saw they have some project that didn’t explicitly include Corey Goode. I wonder if he might be involved in it at some point in time. But the profits from those things directly go to the needs of people like Emery Smith who had to stay in hotels.

And Pete Peterson’s videos were suppressed??? I was always wondering why we never heard anything about Pete Peterson!

Emery is right: you can talk about aliens all day long, but if you dare to do anything with alternative energy and specific details of how to do it, they attack you and ruin your life. That’s why nobody bothers me even though I’m talking about things that are secrets. I have no actionable detailed info and no practical real world results, so I’m not a threat. I’m already being effectively suppressed with constant mind control and chronic fatigue syndrome. (When I say "nobody bothers me," well, I should specify I’m not normally experiencing direct immediate dangers or attacks on my life.)

I got a small amount of work done yesterday. I moved some things off the table with the hope that I’ll be able to use the table in the future.

Some huge information bomb hasn’t been dropped yet, but has been disclosed. I wonder where this will go?

July 19, 2018

I’m not done reading the article. Just reposting from a comment.

https://www.abeldanger.org/dear-god-they-caught-them-all-putin-gives-trump-160-terabytes-of-communication-intercepts-all-people-behind-fake-russia-collusion-false-flag-chemical-attacks-in-syria-sabotage-of-brexit-nef/

How big will this be? As big as Snowden, or bigger? Will it really have consequences, or will it just dissipate? Will the powers-that-do-these-things be powerful enough to protect themselves from being punished, held accountable, whatever, imprisoned? Will the public get to read any of the material?

I like being able to read the material so that I can recognize the writing style.

What I want: a huge reveal of global electronic weapon users and gang stalkers and the systems they use, and all the names of every local button-pushing moron and house-entering moron in every tiny local district who is involved with these gangs. I wanna be like, "Hey! I know that guy! That’s the retard who came into *my* house!"

But, whatever this information bomb is, we will see, if it gets dropped. Maybe we’ll just never hear anything about it ever again?

There’s a 92 year old man leading a country in Asia, who looks about 50, and that just shows something is wrong with our country

July 19, 2018

Mahathir Mohamad is the leader of Malaysia. It’s actually not uncommon over in that region for 90 year olds to be perfectly healthy and look like a 50 year old US American. Imagine a 50 year old whose hair went gray a bit early.

There is something wrong with our lifestyle, and something right with theirs, when people that old look like that.

Some portion of it is genetic and racial. However, there is so much wrong with the US American lifestyle and environment that we can make huge progress by fixing those things, even if we are still constrained by genetics.

Appropriate perfectionism: when lives depend on proper construction or operation; dream of parachutes; anaya’s kind of perfectionism

July 19, 2018

I sometimes complain whenever people blame "user error" for things that go wrong, when I believe they ought to have a foolproof, unbreakable design. That machine malfunctioned because you didn’t do the magical moon dance ritual on the right night at the right location wearing the right uniform, and your collar had a wrinkle in it! It’s your fault! My water pipes broke (it turned out to be the water heater that was the problem) because you allowed them to freeze!

There are times when perfectionism is needed to prevent death. A perfect surgical operation. Perfect operation of a vehicle. Perfect construction of a vehicle. I like Toyotas and Hondas because you’re able to maintain them badly and neglect them and know nothing about cars and they will still run to 200,000 miles without repairs. That’s what I mean by a foolproof machine.

The only reservation I have about Japanese cars is, lots of Japanese (and South Korean) people kill themselves, which indicates something is wrong with their culture. If "something" is "too much pressure to be perfect," I would like to ease that pressure. I heard a story about a surgeon with a perfect record – no deaths. One day, someone accidentally died as a result of his surgery. He killed himself. This is similar to Japanese and Korean suicides, where they view it as "apologizing and taking responsibility."

I don’t know why Hungarian people kill themselves. This all came up when I looked at the list of countries with the highest suicide rates.

The USA has a relatively low rate in comparison, but I’ve experienced brutal, unrelenting, nonstop, unavoidable electronic mind control systems who have sometimes claimed, when they talk to me, that their reason for doing what they do is to stop me from committing suicide. However, this is a lie, because they stop me from doing *anything* independently, no matter how good of a mood I’m in. But, I don’t want the USA’s relatively low rate to make electronic mind control system designers and operators feel like they’re doing a good thing.

I had a dream that I was parachuting by holding big blankets and jumping down off high objects and down the stairs, and it was working pretty well. After I woke up, I thought about the perfection of parachutes. They are not a foolproof design. You must construct them perfectly, and fold them perfectly with no tangles. They must have a zero percent failure rate. Sometimes you can’t obtain information about how a parachute failed, because it was lost in the details of an event that only one person could see.

I really value the near-perfection created by others, such as long-running, durable, high quality cars that hardly ever break down even with the worst maintenance. But I also don’t want those people judging themselves so harshly for imperfection and failure.

I used to be extremely perfectionistic as a child. Permanent damage to my physical body led to damage of my perfectionistic attitudes. Also, chronic poisoning reduced perfectionism as well. I believe perfectionism comes from the bioenergetic field, and when this field is damaged or altered, you become sloppy. Permanent tooth removals in particular are what I associate with my loss of perfectionism and declining performance in school. I got braces, and then a plastic retainer. The retainer would have leached BPA, which lowers IQ and interferes with brain function. I remember having "fibrocystitis," which was actually breast pain caused by the plastic in my retainer. That combination of things triggered my decline in school performance. Then I started getting perms and using hair spray, and those chemicals also worsened my behavior and school performance.

Anaya: I’ve been reading the book that talks about Nazis. Anaya differs from Nazis in that it doesn’t forbid racial mixing, and this is explicitly and deliberately written into its rules. If I forbade racial mixing, I couldn’t even join anaya myself. I have one drop of Native American blood somewhere on Mom’s side of the family.

However, that being said, anaya almost sounds like the Nazis because my goal is to create "perfect people." They just won’t be perfect in the way envisioned by the Nazis. They are not genetically perfect or racially perfect by breeding. We have acceptance of genetic imperfection. Whatever your genes do, if it results in making you inferior to some other race, that is okay. My own race is inferior. If I forbade races to be inferior, I would have to exclude myself. I am inferior to almost all Asians, and probably other races like Jews. I’ve seen writings by Jewish people, and they have much, much, much more depth of insight.

Anaya’s intention is to be global and include all humans, no matter what continent or race, althiugh socionic quadras are important. Anaya might someday have separate divisions with separate leadership for each quadra. I just don’t want anaya to ever be *taken over* by another socionic quadra so that the spirit of its writings and messages becomes unrecognizable. In my experience, most religious writings come from the Beta quadra, and then Deltas struggle for eternity to somehow twist them into a Delta message, like Joel Osteen. (Some say he’s ENFP.) And this causes people to struggle with wondering, are these writings literal, or symbolic? When they’re written by one quadra and intended for members of that quadra, it’s understood how much of it is literal or symbolic, because a quadra understands how its members process symbolism and meanings and ideas. A quadra also understands the usefulness of something: is it supposed to have practical value? How do you use a piece of information or religious writing? How do you apply it to daily life? So, anaya must specify which quadras it contains and which quadra the writings are coming from.

I do not mean that the Delta quadra is "good people" and the other quadras are "bad people." I have made an effort to notice differences between Deltas, and they have variations in the contents of their beliefs based on upbringing and other factors. If there are seven billion people on earth, and if (for the sake of argument only – I don’t believe it to be true) the quadras are equal fractions of the population, that means 1/4 of seven billion people are Deltas. That’s a huge number. There will be a lot of variations among them.

I have imagined anaya containing all four quadras, with leadership coming from all sixteen types, deliberately. I don’t like being represented by leaders who are a different type. Nobody out there has the same concerns I do and puts the same priority on them. I want my own type, both male and female, to have power, to have control over the kind of world they live in. I’ve imagined a man and woman of all sixteen types being a representative.

But anaya’s relationship with socionics is weak. I can’t claim to be confident about socionics the same way I’m confident about the earliest rules, like long hair and special foods. So the things I’m saying about socionics are an unofficial rule. I only want to know that if I reincarnate in a world where anaya exists and is fully developed, I want to be the same type again and live in a place where my type is able to have a good life. I would want to be born anaya, and be raised by people who were following those rules, in an entire community of people who were all following those same rules. I wouldn’t want to reincarnate and look for anaya, only to find that it was taken over by Betas and their writings and messages were alien, unwelcoming, and useless to my own personality type. Another goal of anaya is to bring Deltas together in one physical location so that we grow up surrounded by duals, so that one specific person will not have to be precious and irreplaceable. I’m 43 about to turn 44 and I still don’t have my soulmate, and have never had one, just a female dual best friend. People shouldn’t be irreplaceable. I don’t mean that the way it sounds, but rather, you should be surrounded by compatible people who are easy to find. You shouldn’t go an entire lifetime never encountering a scarce type.

I need my EEG brain scanner device. It will type you in a instant like Dario Nardi (but *NOT* doing the j/p switch for introverts like Nardi does!!!), but it will only need to look at some small part of the brain, like the forehead or the back of the neck, so that you don’t have to put electrodes on people’s scalps. Electrodes can’t be put on dreadlocks. Electrodes are tricky and hard to deal with. They are inconvenient, messy, time consuming, and sensitive to tiny changes of position.

This brain typing device must be 100% accurate the first time every time. Otherwise, it is no better than the "just guess what type you think they are" method that we are currently using. Guessing people’s types wrong has terrible consequences when they try to use that information and can’t.

Quick, make sure to remind everyone the royals are Nazis, now that the prince married a half-black woman

July 18, 2018

Now that I’m reading Antarctica’s Hidden History, I’m noticing anything having to do with Nazis. I haven’t read this article yet, so I have no idea what it actually says. I also have barely begun the book yet, so I have no idea what it claims about the relation between Great Britain and the Nazis. But seriously, the prince just married a woman who is half African American. Maybe the queen disalproves, or maybe she doesn’t, I don’t know.

I’m also curious to hear what they have to say about John Belushi’s ghost "haunting" Robin Williams. I’m assuming he died because of various drug addictions, both illegal and legal, prescription and not. But during that time he may have been experiencing paranormal phenomena, including hearing the voice of John Belushi. I’ll have to see what the article says. I always have a grain of salt when I see these things – a grain of salt, alongside a grain of truth.

I don’t normally buy tabloids. This was a rare impulse.

I also saw they claim to have found Jonbenet Ramsey’s killer, just as they recently found some other big serial killer, I forget, Green River or something.

There is a recurring theme of finally convicting people of a crime after they’re very old. It happens to former Nazis. It happens to Bill Cosby and others in the entertainment industry. I always feel slightly sorry for the old person being convicted during a time in their lives when they might actually be committing fewer crimes than they used to commit long ago.

Also, I have no way to judge crimes. I really do not know how. I’ve experienced mind control. I’ve experienced the combination of drugs and mind control. I’ve even experienced tiny quantities of drug residues with mind control. You only need microscopically small quantities of residue on your skin from clothing and furniture and belongings. It makes you more suggestible and it lowers inhibitions. The electronic mind controllers convince you that you can do no wrong, that powerful forces approve of what you’re doing and that they will protect you no matter what happens. I know exactly how this feels.

Thule society swastika representing vril force looks like a diagram of electromagnetic fields

July 17, 2018

I got Michael Salla’s books just recently and have started reading them. I’m looking at "Antarctica’s Hidden History." The Thule society had a rounded swastika in a circle, said to represent the vril force, a powerful force used to do all kinds of things. The image looks like electromagnetism, going in a spiral, where the electric field goes on one plane, and the magnetic field is attached to it going on another plane at a right angle.

Oh my gosh, my magic seaweed soup cured me!

July 17, 2018

(I pasted this because the gmail app stopped working, as usual, so I don’t know if it’s formatted properly.)
I *cannot believe* how much better I feel today!!!

This is what I did. Over the past few weeks I’ve been taking vivarin almost every day. I’ve been able to slowly work on straightening up this house so that I have cleared off surfaces which are usable. I can sit on my couch now.

I washed all the "dishes," many of which are disposable plastic cups, disposable plastic silverware, and plastic containers from things like Burger King salads, microwave meals, plastic trays from the fruit tart from Wegmans, and that kind of thing, which I use for all sorts of purposes, including food, or planting seeds in.

Now that that pile of junk is out of the way, I can use the kitchen. I hooked up the water supply and now I have cold running water (not hot yet!)

So I used the kitchen. After months of starvation, eating nothing but fast food, and some moderately good food from the Waffle Shop, including fried eggs – I love overeasy fried eggs with a runny yolk, but I wasn’t able to bring myself to eat raw eggs with the white part runny – after months of that, I went crazy when I finally made food at home.

I added a dozen different kinds of dried seaweed. I bought them at Nature’s Pantry, a health food store. I haven’t gone to the Asian food store or any other international food stores for a while, but I’m sure they have some seaweed too.

Then I added several kinds of dried fish. I have bonito flakes, used in Asian cooking. I have whole dried anchovies, which we used at Maki Yaki. I also have Red Boat fermented fish sauce. The good thing about Red Boat is, it has only anchovies and sea salt, no other ingredients, no chemicals, no preservatives, no MSG or "natural flavor" or "soy protein extract" or whatever MSG-like substitutes they sometimes use. Nothing but fish and salt! It’s like drinking houseplant fertilizer!

I cut the dried anchovy with scissors so that the bones would be smaller. You can crunch and eat the bones.

Then I added dozens of other weird ingredients from packages that came from international markets, like cardamom seeds, mustard seeds, dried flowers from Lebanon called "cocktail," which they told me are used in tea, but which I’ve eaten in soups, and I tried to find out what kind of flowers they are, but even the lady at the distributor didn’t know when I called and asked; some kimchi, some crumbs of leftover organic cereal I’ve had sitting around for a while, some frozen orange cherry tomatoes Aunt Jeannie gave me from her garden, a small dish of leftover soy sauce from a prepared meal I had a few days ago, leftover green beans from that meal, … I threw it all in.

It took many minutes as I painstakingly opened one ziploc bag after another and threw sprinkles in.

I also shaved off a tiny bit of ghee, clarified butter, to add some saturated animal fat, but not a lot. I *do* notice that I get fat from eating fat, even though many of my favorite nutritional authors and websites are claiming that’s not true. But some fat is absolutely necessary and nutritious. I won’t be adding tons and tons, and I certainly won’t make it a disgusting pool of greasy low quality vegetable oil like the one Chinese place did to that soup I bought a few months ago.

Then I microwaved it, since, for now, I have no other way to boil water. I’d prefer to avoid the microwave, not because I think it’s gonna kill me right this instant, but because there are some suspicions that maybe microwaves might damage the vitamins more than ordinary heat does. I don’t know if it’s true or not.

Oh yes, dried mushrooms too! There are exotic types of dried mushrooms mixed in one package of "seaweed salad." And a little bit of the frozen dragonfruit I haven’t been eating because it has a kind of slimy texture I don’t like, but it’s okay if it’s mixed into my soup.

Unlike many people, I don’t have a law that says you cannot mix certain types of flavors together. Heaven forbid sweet and savory should mix! Pieces of fruit added to a soup? Ewww, gross! (Okay, I’ll admit, the soup was sort of gross, and I wouldn’t sell it to the public. I made no effort to perfect the taste.)

Now I’m eating a bowl of fruits and nuts. But what do you think of when I say fruits and nuts? Trail mix, the most disgusting, gag-inducing substance on the planet? Peanuts and raisins? Maybe an almond here and there? There are no raisins allowed in my house. I might someday make an exception if I find exactly the right kind of raisin.

But no. I have a bowl with some organic dried figs, organic dried apricots that are brown and unsulphured, organic raw pecans, pumpkin seeds, black walnut crumbs (difficult – they give a burning bitterness), pistachios, and sunflower seeds in a shell (difficult – I’ve about given up on these, and have decided they are only intended for people who quit smoking and want to occupy their mouth, like Mr. Sir on the movie "Holes." I absolutely cannot break them in bulk in my mouth, but according to legend, it’s possible. It requires the mental focus of an Olympic athlete to separate sunflower seeds from shells and spit out only the shells for more than one seed at a time.)

I would’ve had dried blueberries too, but that’s what the moron stole when they entered my house. That’s right, they walked into my house and they stole the bag of blueberries. Ha ha, very funny. This is the harassment I experience.

My coworker Jenn gave me a jar of raw honey when I left Minit Mart. I stopped eating honey years ago because it was just so disgusting. But this raw honey is the best honey I have ever eaten in my entire life. It is a *completely different texture*! It has a sandy, grainy texture, like a bunch of sugar crystals mixed with only a little water. The jar says it’s "naturally crystallized." You have to cut into it with a spoon or knife, almost like butter or candle wax. It is not the gooey, drippy, viscous, sticky stuff that drools in strings everywhere when you pour it. Apparently, that’s been processed to make it that way because some idiot decided it was *better* that way!

And this raw honey doesn’t taste as badly like spit. Honey is spit out by bees, and I can clearly taste the exact same flavor of spit that you get when you’re a teenager getting your first clumsy, messy, badly done French kiss and you’re thinking to yourself, "Why on earth would anybody ever want to do this?" (I found out the answer. Tongue kissing is natural. It comes from kiss-feeding babies. You chew the food for a baby, then kiss it into their mouth.) That’s what honey usually tastes like to me, but that spit flavor is greatly reduced in this honey, although still detectable – I can ignore it.

I took a break from vivarin yesterday, and am back on it today, and taking a break from it usually makes it work better next time. But it’s more than just that. The way I feel today is so much better, it’s not just the vivarin.

A low level pain all over my body, which was unconscious because I got used to it during all the months of fast food, has been greatly reduced, and is now a "clear" feeling and a relaxed feeling. My sense of smell got stronger. I can smell the air and the plants. My mood is much, much happier and optimistic. I’m not completely better – I do still have chronic fatigue syndrome, and I don’t have limitless energy. But I am greatly improved.

I’m wondering if soaking the black walnuts in water would get rid of the burning taste. That taste kind of makes me want to throw up, although it’s not as bad as Szechuan pepper.

This bowl of nuts is not really easy to eat. A good thing about sunflower seeds in shells is, the oil doesn’t oxidize as much, just like pistachios in shells. But there must be a way to shell the sunflower seeds before I eat them, so they are freshly shelled. The best of both worlds – no rancid oil in the seeds, but the seeds are freshly opened and ready to eat without fumbling them around in your mouth for fifteen minutes.

I could eat sunflower seeds while watching TV, but my TV isn’t hooked up to the cable, and I’d rather keep it unhooked for now, or I will never do anything but watch TV all day. That’s also why it’s good that I only just barely have an internet connection, too.

I could reduce the number of ingredients if I knew specifically which ones benefited me the most, in the seafood stew. I had dozens of ingredients, all of which are not something found in regular US American foods, gas station foods, Burger King, or wherever. Mostly seaweeds, mushrooms, and fish, but *whole* fish, including bones and organs – not the garbage where they remove all the good parts and give you only the fillet, which is both tasteless and lacking nutrients. The organs, bones, and skin have all the nutrients. Fermented fish sauce comes from "waste products" like those exact things: organs, bones, skin, heads, tails, all that would be thrown out. It’s whole fish, I mean, not merely waste products or offal, and I’m being cynical when I call it waste. It is the very opposite of waste.

Drying fish is so much smarter (smarter than always having to use refrigerated or frozen fish, that is – I wasn’t referring to the fermented fish sauce). You can use tons of it and keep it forever without it spoiling. It makes it easy to just quickly toss some fish into a meal. Eating fish and seafood should be a constant, daily thing, not something rare and difficult that happens once every few months and requires a huge effort.

An interesting article about gridiron urban streets, and how it relates to the idea that land ownership is wrong

July 15, 2018

I saw Manhattanhenge mentioned on the AccuWeather page, and I ended up reading about urban planners making gridiron streets in cities. This article, which I agree with, I think is probably Gamma INTP, and he mentions morphogenesis, the manner in which city streets grow. I know a little about this from Roller Coaster Tycoon.

www.carfree.com/papers/huf.html

He says that naturally evolving streets are better for pedestrians, because they take shortcuts, and they follow the flattest grade of slope, and are aesthetically pleasing and interesting from the viewpoint of the person walking on them. He mentions someone saying that grid streets only create an impressive view from above, which we never see. Who are we impressing, aliens? The grid is associated with dictatorial power, and so is the radiating star from a central point.

Irregular, naturally evolved streets are easier to defend against enemies. Interesting! Grid streets are harder to defend? So the people who give us grid streets *want* us to be unable to defend ourselves! They do it so that we are forced to passively depend on an external military provided by government, and also so that the central government is able, itself, to invade and oppress a defenseless city that cannot rebel. A successful rebellion happens in an organically grown city, not a grid.

He also says that modern non-grid arrangements are just as bad, because they assume everyone will be driving a car. Kids walking on foot are forced to take shortcuts through people’s yards, committing the crime of "trespassing on private property." Modern housing developments often have lots of cul-de-sacs to prevent through traffic, but people on foot *need* through traffic.

I know what kind of cul-de-sacs he means. They’re always a sign that a group of houses is a newly built, expensive housing development, made for profit, not made by real human beings who start building it themselves based on where they need to go. It always assumes you will commute in a car to work.

Workplaces, "natural factories," natural infrastructure, places where real people are doing a real natural process, such as "the place where we sun-dry our food," – naturally evolving workplaces don’t exist, and they assume you will have an official "job," which will always be a long distance away from your "home." You can’t hunt, gather, and fish near your home.

There’s a lot more to say, and I’m not done reading the article. This all ties in with my concept that land ownership is wrong, and land ownership is the tool of dictatorial government oppression, *not* a tool of freedom. Libertarians who believe in the rightness of land ownership don’t know what they’re talking about, but I still can’t explain how I know. I just know.

Edit, “the same is true for nonhuman ET people”

July 13, 2018

I don’t mean I’m planning on hunting and eating nonhuman ETs. I reread it and it looked almost like that’s what I meant. I meant the same is true, you can’t just casually release nonhuman ETs, or engineered Jurassic Park dinosaurs, or any unusual creature, unless it has a safe place to live, or unless you don’t care whether it lives or how well it lives, or unless there’s a disaster going on like the thing going on in Jurassic Park where they let them go out the door because the place was on fire and a tank was leaking toxic gas.

Path to citizenship for involuntary illegal immigrants and extraterrestrials, including people who need a “fishbowl” environment

July 13, 2018

One thing led to another. I read an article, clicked on another article, and so on.

Years ago, I worked at a job where I was cleaning the Target store overnight. I got this job through some strange agency which I can’t remember now. It was some group that helped people find jobs, but I don’t think it was a regular temp agency.

I worked with some Europeans. Some were from Ukraine, Russia, Czechoslovakia, and a few other places. They were extremely hard workers, in contrast to a particular US American man – granted, he was old and might not have been healthy – with us, who openly and shamelessly complained about how hard the job was, how there was too much to do, and how we ought to just half-ass the job and pretend it had been done. He epitomized the worst attitudes which stereotypically characterize lazy Americans who won’t do their jobs.

Then there’s me. I have chronic fatigue syndrome, which wasn’t my fault and isn’t because I have a lazy attitude. It’s a permanent change in the body, in how you metabolize things and how you burn energy. This was described in a test that put chronic fatigue sufferers on exercise bikes for two days in a row, competing against people who were simply out of shape but who did not experience chronic fatigue. The out of shape people improved greatly on the second day, while the CFS people did much worse, because they had depleted an energy source and failed to replenish it yet. They discovered CFS sufferers were using anaerobic respiration instead of aerobic.

That is what I experience. I mowed the lawn a couple days ago, and was miserable for days afterwards. I got a push mower that spins, called a "reel" mower or sickle mower (when the Lowe’s people said "reel" I heard "real," and I like to think of it as a real mower now. Not one of those fake mowers with an engine.). The reason I mowed my lawn is because the campground people prefer the long term residents to do their own lawns. When other trailers move out after a day or two, it’s easy to mow their empty sites. But long term residents have obstacles that can be damaged, like the plastic sewer line, which is so flimsy it gets destroyed by a weed trimmer. Sometimes they’ve mowed my lawn, just less often, which I don’t care about, but I really wanted to try the reel mower for fun. And it was fun, until chronic fatigue killed me for the next few days. The chronic fatigue hangover.

Wow, I went off topic. Let me reread…

Oh, aliens.

Yes, they’re much, much healthier than US Americans. For some reason, those "poor, starving Guatemalans" come into our country with bodies that are much stronger and have much more endurance than the "well nourished" US Americans. Same with foreigners from lots of other "poor, starving" countries like Ukraine. They are physically able to do tons and tons more work, and it’s not merely because they’re terrified that if they fail to do a good job, someone will deport them – although they do fear that. US Americans are some of the sickest, weakest (and fattest) people on earth, in the developed countries, aside from people who are on their deathbeds due to starvation and disease.

So. We talk about immigrants who seem to cross our border because they want to. What about people kidnapped and brought here as slaves? The guy from Ukraine told me he was caught by the Russian mafia and made into a slave and forced to work for them, and wasn’t brought here by choice, but against his will.

A forgiving policy for those people really would make sense. But then, it’s complicated – I don’t know the logistics of how they deport people. Do they buy you a plane ticket and send you back to Ukraine, the very same place where you were kidnapped by the mafia? Where do all these kidnapped slaves go, if we refuse to let them stay here?

All of this applies to human aliens from foreign Earth countries.

What happens when disclosure reveals that Earth is full of secret groups of people keeping nonhuman extraterrestrial slaves in huge numbers, who will be set free? Can we buy them a plane ticket back to their home planet?

Emery Smith’s stories are an example of these nonhuman ET slaves. Some of them live in fishbowls. They need specialized environments. I call it a fishbowl, not literally, but, an artificial environment which is small and must be completely enclosed or the person will die. They don’t have mobility, the freedom to go anywhere. They see the same small box every day.

I’m opposed to fish tanks nowadays. I hate the idea of keeping pet fish in a small tank for a lifetime. Betta fish, the insanity! Betta fish should simply be outlawed because people are too stupid to change their evil idiotic ideas about how Betta fish should be treated.

I know because I had conversations about this with somebody in the past who owned a Betta fish and sincerely believed with all his heart that Betta fish *loved* being kept alone inside the tiniest possible bowl with no companions for a lifetime because "that’s how they evolved."

We already saw a growing awareness that Martian colonies had slaves and this was a problem. But we do have that very same problem here on Earth, although it may be different in some ways, but it is still a problem.

When you live in a human city, and you have a cat-slave, dog-slave, or any other animal-slave locked inside your urban apartment, there are "good reasons" to keep it locked in. I disagree with those good reasons in the long term, because I disagree with the entire urban environment, with its concrete, asphalt, cars, and lack of plants – it is a desert, and the making of urban environments is the same as desertification. There is no sand, but the asphalt is the sand.

However, in the short term, it’s practical to keep your catslave or dogslave locked in the house, because if you let them roam, they’ll be hit by a car, starve or die of thirst, get kidnapped and put into a kill shelter, or other things. Sure, it’s fine for an anonymous deer, raccoon, possum, or groundhog to be lying on the highway dead, but not your own favorite catslave or dogslave.

I’m opposed to all open-sided roads that have no fences and no tunnels or bridges to let wildlife cross safely.

I do eat meat, but letting wildlife die by the millions on the roads is a huge waste, whether it’s a waste of the animal’s life or the waste of a potential food source to be hunted. Factory farms don’t want us to be capable of totally subsisting on plentiful wild meat the way we did hundreds of years ago. The status quo is happy with anything that destroys wildlife and keeps the animal population down, while simultaneously preventing people from eating it.

Anyway, the same is true for nonhuman ET people. They would get shot dead on sight, by *some* people, not all.

"Ascension" can also mean: the underground people are climbing the steps and coming to the surface of the earth. They are the ones who literally ascend. In order for this ascension to occur, they must have safe zones for these refugees and freed slaves where they will not be shot on sight. Slaves who are isolated and separated from their people are powerless, not powerful and scary. Sure, some alien race in general might have technology millions of years ahead of ours, but not one individual member who’s trapped in a cave somewhere with no support. He can’t just summon up the resources of his entire species at will on command to protect him.

Bleu, Shining Force’s last Sacred Dragon, and Blue, Jurassic Park’s last tame velociraptor? Not a coincidence; visiting the Gamma Quadra yesterday

July 12, 2018

I watched Jurassic World yesterday. First, I noticed Blue is the name of the last tame velociraptor, which matches Bleu, the last Sacred Dragon in Shining Force. Somebody who wrote the Jurassic Park story played this game!

Second, well, as always, I try to type the quadra of a movie. Jurassic Park is Gamma. There were lots of ISFJs and INTPs in that movie. Sometimes, both villains and heroes are in the same quadra. So you can see what the dark side of Gamma, and the light side of Gamma, are doing.

Recurring theme in Gamma movies: a whole bunch of terrifying monsters or animals have escaped, and society is in total chaos as everybody runs for their lives. Stephen King is also typed as a Gamma INTP. Some zombie movies are Gamma, I think.

I was very critical of Jurassic World, although I did enjoy the movie. I summed up the moral of the story in a cynical way: stupid people who are extremely wealthy can get away with doing almost any stupid idea for an extremely long time no matter how disastrously wrong it’s going, just by throwing more money and sheer brute force at it. An awful message.

However, it ended with a disclosure-type event, although of course with conflicting outcomes. The dinosaurs were released into the world. However, that’s not disclosure in the movie because everyone knew about them. It would be disclosure if someone was secretly breeding them and then released them. In the movie it was done out of kindness to the dinosaurs.

(Side note: one character commented that one of the dinosaurs smelled horrible, a disclosure-like reference to the way Reptilian aliens smell bad.)

At one point "they" asked me, "Well, what would *you* have done?" as the dinosaurs were released. My answer was I never would have been in that situation to begin with because the entire scenario was just stupid piled upon stupid piled upon stupid. I never would have made the first 500 mistakes they made, so I would never have had to make that final choice.

However, I myself have a tendency to liberate animals too, and might have released them instead of letting them die in the fire-cyanide-whatever-was-going-on. In that way I sympathized with the ending. I actually liked it. I would not have liked it if they let the dinosaurs die.

In fact I really did like most of the movie, while being extremely critical of it at the same time. I read bad reviews of it before I went. I only went to see it because the timing coincided with the time when I happened to wander to the movie theater on a whim.

But at the same time I couldn’t help inwardly laughing and going "Oh please!" at some of the events as they escalated from one level of stupidity to another. You stupidly did X, and *now*, you’re going to stupidly do Y as a way to deal with it? Lol.

It wasn’t overtly supposed to be funny, like, for instance, Sharknado, another Gamma disaster-monster-chaos movie. Pretty sure it’s Gamma based on what little of it I watched. I didn’t watch the whole Sharknado movie.

I watched a little bit of a Gamma movie I never would’ve watched on my own, "Happy Gilmore," because Jesse is in town at his parents’ house. He asked if I could get something at the store for him. I’m kind of ashamed about this.

His fiance Kyndle and baby Jameson are with him. She is his dual, Gamma INTP. But her vulnerable function is -Fe, negative Emoveo. I am already familiar with the female INTP’s negative Emoveo from my other friend Kat who I knew a few years ago. She gets angry or sad, gets in a long-lasting bad mood, and is kind of inconsolable for a few hours, and it is compounded by weak Si, because this bad mood happens when she’s tired or hungry, although the emotions are triggered by real events – I don’t mean that the emotions are *nothing but* being tired or hungry. I have angered Kyndle a couple times by accident or upset her in one way or another and felt terrible about it, but she is always very kind to me the next time she sees me.

Last night Jesse showed me an awesome super-realistic video game called "The Division," a military game. I couldn’t even operate the controls. I need the joystick reversed so it’s like flying a plane. You pull back (down) to go up, and push forward (up) to go down. I’ve played other games where it was set up that way. I kept trying to do that and kept looking in all the wrong directions.

But I slowly got used to it and slightly improved. He said, "You’re better at it than Kyndle," and I said instantly, "Oh no! I couldn’t possibly be better at it than her!" assuming she had played it before. Kyndle was right there in the room and she said, "You never gave me a chance to play it before!" I held out the controller towards her and said, "Do you *want* to play it?" and Jesse said to her, "You never asked!" and I was like, uh-ohh…. Kyndle then went to the bed and laid down like she wanted to take a nap. I asked Jesse, "Uh, what time do you want me to leave?" and he said, "It’s up to you." I played the game for another minute or so but then said I should probably head home, and I’d let youall take a nap. So I left.

I told Jesse that I liked the video game so much I would probably play it for three days straight without stopping, which is true, I would do that.

Kyndle had mentioned to me that Jesse never really heard anything she said, earlier when we talked. She said, "He hears the first half of the sentence and then walks away." This is funny because it’s true, I had always noticed exactly the same thing but never verbalized it. He hears a little bit of what you say, then jumps to the conclusion thinking he understands when he really doesn’t. The weird thing is, I had thought his socionic dual would be able to get through that particular communication difficulty. Apparently not.

Anyway, I started this blog post because I was playing Shining Force and saw Bleu the Dragon and remembered I had wanted to mention the connection between Shining Force’s Bleu and Jurassic Park’s Blue velociraptor.

The Incredibles 2: The Underminer is still out there

July 11, 2018

The Underminer is a mole-like man, the first villain you see, who’s driving a boring drill underground, and literally undermining social institutions like the government building, which collapses into the ground.

Many of us waited for a Ferris Bueller goodbye after the credits. The last image shown is the Underminer surfacing and then driving off and I think drilling back down again. Final message of the movie: the Underminer is still out there. Or the Mole.

Deltas: guilt by association: Mowgli, Black Panther, Harry Potter, Tag, some hobbits and Gollum, Ocean’s 8, Logan Lucky, Star Wars; also I watched “The Incredibles 2,” Alpha Quadra; cartoon short “Bao” or whatever had badly drawn Asian eyes

July 11, 2018

The socionics people typed Lord of the Rings author JRR Tolkien as INTJ Alpha, last time I looked. But some Hobbit actors are Deltas. Galadriel was typed ENFP, I forget the actress’s name. I saw her in Ocean’s 8. Bilbo was the hobbit and the CIA agent in Black Panther.

I’m connecting a bunch of actors, characters, and movies to the Delta Quadra. When I see lots of these actors appearing together in one movie, that movie has a Delta feel to it.

Mowgli was advertised before Tag, last night. Andy Serkis (Gollum, the Emperor guy in Star Wars who gets killed in Last Jedi, the guy who steals the vibranium in Black Panther) was the director of Mowgli!

One thing I have been paying attention to for years is "the evil side of Delta." There is a tendency to portray Delta as "the boring quadra," a group of totally nice, peaceful people who never do anything interesting, and also never do anything bad. I know it cannot be true that Deltas never do anything bad, so, with effort, over the past few years, I taught myself to stop assuming that if there ever was a "bad guy" in a movie or real life, it had to be a Beta, and a "good guy" would be Delta.

I’ve encountered Beta ENFJs who were very, very good people, who gave me their kindness. It’s only just a strain for my brain to try to process and use their information in direct interactions over a long time, so, for example, I felt exhausted after spending many minutes with Chuck, the guy at the meetup gaming group. That’s really what socionic conflict is. It doesn’t mean the opposite quadra is always "evil."

But there’s a tendency, in myself at least, or in people who’ve learned socionics, to believe that whenever anything goes wrong, it’s the fault of the "bad guys" in some other quadra than our own. So I began deliberately looking for "Delta Bad Guys (and Gals)."

"Logan Lucky," which I watched because I love Adam Driver (Delta extravert, either ENFP or ESTJ), and "Ocean’s 8", and "Ready Player One," all have a bad guy who is planning to steal something huge and expensive, although it can be glorified, sympathetic, or frowned upon and viewed as a villain. There are many of these in movies like The Goonies and The Great Muppet Caper.

This is a recurring Delta theme: make an elaborate plan to steal a huge amount of money. Is Robin Hood part of that? There is an event going on in which The Alliance is capturing and returning trillions of dollars to the economy. However, the people who want that to happen are in all the quadras, not just Delta.

I recently noticed a new, unexpected emotional expression in myself. I would sometimes say "woo!" or "woohoo!" But it’s been modified to something more like a wolf howl, "aowww!" I would enjoy this, except yesterday I made the connection to Michael Jackson, who I can’t stand, who always shouts "Ow!" in his songs. It doesn’t sound like that, but it was an unfortunate connection that must be separated and distinguished from MJ’s "ow."

It’s also a resemblance to "aho," which people are saying because Elizabeth Wilcock said it somewhere. But I made this noise several times recently, once when I discovered that Wegmans had the flat chopsticks I like, with the rectangular cross section that makes better contact with the food and distributes pressure more comfortably on your fingers, and once again but I forget when. Possibly yesterday when I realized it was Tuesday when I went to the movies and saw the parking lot full of cars because it’s half off – I only remember it was somewhere around that time.

The Nahia myth, which was never developed at all, which I created as a teenager, was a story of a woman who was a wolf, who came down from the mountains and became a person, who felt that she wanted to remember how to be a wolf again, to feel that camaraderie with her team.

I don’t like the vision of wolves portrayed in "Twilight," where the Native Americans cut their long hair off, and become unable to escape from the intrusive thoughts shared by the other wolves. I don’t think I finished reading all the books, but I opened them and read a few pages, and I remember Jacob or somebody describing this psychic connection, which was not always positive or enjoyable, sometimes feeling intrusive, controlling, dictatorial, an invasion of privacy. To me that’s more like my experience of the unwanted constant mind control and background noise.

Anyway, the created word anaya came from a-nahia. I’ve kept using the name Nahia from that myth.

I might possibly have been exposed to St. John’s Wort on a walk recently. It’s blooming everywhere and I’ve almost touched it several times.

I call it "guilt by association" if I guess people’s socionic types based on the types of the other people they’re hanging out with, or the overall quadra of the movies they’re in. Black Panther was packed full of Deltas, both good and evil. The Gorilla Tribe guy might possibly have been ESFP Gamma? Not every single person in a movie is guaranteed to be all in the same quadra, but the likelihood is high that they tend to center around one quadra.

I also watched "The Incredibles 2" for the second time. It’s Alpha Quadra. The Anonymous-like Screenslaver delivered messages that were truthful and intended for the audience to be immersed in. I experienced immersion (hypnosis, flow) the first time I watched that message, but not the second time, and the time when I was immersed was when I watched it at the *quieter volume* at College 9 by Lowe’s, the theater I like more because it almost always is quieter. Last night, at the loud volume at College 12 or Premiere 12 or whatever, I didn’t get immersed or involved. Loud volume just causes too much pain and is distracting. Quiet volume is relaxing, cozy, and immersive.

Immersion versus detachment was a theme. The audience watches superheroes in a detached way. That’s somebody else doing it, not me. Both the Alpha Quadra and the Gamma Quadra have immersive sensing and intuition, in the model I use with plus and minus signs. Delta and Beta have immersive thoughts and feelings. I might be interpreting the model wrong, but really, the most important thing to understand is that different types of people become immersed and experience pleasant hypnotic flow while encountering different types of information. You can’t use the exact same formula for all people.

The movie, at College 9 with quiet volume, actually hypnotized me lightly and delivered its Anonymous criticism of society, but I was already familiar with the message and it didn’t push exactly the right buttons to motivate me to stand up and shout "Yes! Right now!" and run out of the theater and start a revolution or something.

Digital sound is anti-immersive, especially when the sound is… compressed. I had to recall the word. Sound compression destroys important information in sound. Analog recording is more immersive. Analog radio broadcasts played on an analog radio are more immersive than modern radio. All digital processing destroys information and reduces the immersive flow of the listener. CDs destroy many frequencies of sound, causing listeners to feel detached. MP3s destroy even more.

The Murdering Morons attacking my brain *always* will send an extremely loud explosion of noise through my headphones right after I start feeling immersed in a good song. It’s possible they themselves trigger the relaxing hypnosis first, then send the "cattle prod" zap of noise punishment afterwards, giving me the "hypervigilance" described by Dr. Metter, who did a brainwave analysis on me many many years ago. When painful bursts of noise are zapping you every few seconds, you can never relax. I don’t know if it has any purpose other than to cause pain. Maybe they want to deliver brain programming in the painful explosion of noise right when I’m relaxed.

So, anyway, Alpha Quadra, The Incredibles.

Oh!!! Those annoying Asian eyes were *horrible*!!! The movie short, was it called "Bao," I think? Which I guess is "baby?" Asian eyes DO have pupils and scleras, especially up close! It’s horribly disturbing and frustrating to see a cartoon that draws Asian eyes as a black slit which stays that way for long periods of time, then suddenly becomes huge when they’re surprised and it shows the whole eye. Asian eyes aren’t like that at all! They are very expressive, at all times, constantly, radiating their souls through their face and eyes and head and whole body, with microexpressions and bioenergetic fields. I kept looking and looking for the eye and only seeing the black paintstroke. I couldn’t even focus on the plot or the feelings or the events going on.

I know that when you see aliens, their body parts are different and you have to get used to them. But these were supposed to be Asian humans and they *do* have beautiful eyes! This isn’t the same as insectoids whose eyes are covered with a hard exoskeleton. This isn’t like a laughing mantis mouth that, I assume, probably triggers either the gag reflex, or possibly the choking reflex, in the mirror neurons of people who are looking. That movie short gave me constant frustration, annoyance, and detachment instead of immersion! I could not just relax and enjoy the movie because I kept feeling like those people had a black hole with the eyeball removed! Someone who’s lost an eye looks like that when their glass eye isn’t put in. It was horrifying. Asians have beautiful, gorgeous, amazing, deep, expressive eyes, and that cartoon did a horrible injustice to them.

I can get used to the way something looks if I know it’s supposed to be that way. This cartoon did it wrong.

Another topic: Asian eyelid surgery. Vile. Absolutely wrong. However, Weston Price deformities are occurring in Korea, and people are trying to fix them with plastic surgery. They should be prevented by avoidance of tobacco during pregnancy. Tobacco use is everywhere in Asia. I suspect tobacco is a primary cause of deformity, beyond what Weston Price saw as caused by poor nutrition. These deformities often affect the eyes as well, causing them to look even more tightly closed than Asian eyes normally look.

A very regrettable western influence: South Koreans are circumcised, because the USA invaded South Korea. North Koreans aren’t. This is an example of something where North Korea actually has a few valid points, when they protect their people from the evils of invading cultures. It is *true*, a valid point, that US American culture is very toxic, and it will poison them with horrible practices like circumcision.

I should eat breakfast. I only had coffee. I’ll do that now instead of complaining.

Different DNA models, like triple stranded DNA and “ball” or “vortex” DNA, toroid; and a little moth rescue operation

July 11, 2018

I’m not really online at the moment – when I visited WV for two weeks, I was able to watch Gaia, Wisdom Teachings, and all that – and I haven’t gone to a wifi to watch videos for a while. So I’m behind on my Wisdom Teachings.

But, that show was helping me consider alternative DNA models. I’m not remembering it now, really, but I remember that the image was like a ball with a hole through the center almost, …..

I just went to the bathroom, and a moth was flapping against the screen of my roof vent. I stood up on the edge of the toilet and bathtub to try to catch it. It’s hard to catch a moth that’s flapping around because it’s agitated. It wanted to go to the light but a barrier was in front of it, and there’s no way to open that screen.

I didn’t want to hurt it. I got it in my hands. I said, "I’m going to take you outside because you’re confused and you don’t know where you are." It was so sad. The moth could die there, trying to go through an invisible screen that it didn’t understand. I carried it to the door, threw it out, and watched it fly up into the blue sky.

So the ball DNA, or toroid DNA, looked like the 3D kinetic spring. This was a toy I saw that they sold at the Sheetz gas station. I finally bought one, on a whim. I had also seen it on a youtube video.

Today I saw an article mentioning triple stranded DNA, which I linked to from someone on twitter – it happened to be called "PAO," reminding me of "leveling up all my characters on the Pao Prairie" in Shining Force, but it’s Planetary Activation Organization. The other thing I connected with in that article was that the Cabal causes "vexing delays." Yes, that’s exactly how I’ve been feeling.

I read about triple strand DNA, and realized that we aren’t always really sure about our models of DNA, partly because we usually examine it when it’s dead and partly broken, and not when it’s alive and functioning in an organism. It’s hard to look at a live DNA molecule, unbroken, and also simultaneously look at how the molecule is interacting with the fields and forces around it, the electromagnetic energy, and the other molecules coming and going inside the cell as it’s living and doing what it needs to do.

Is there an image of that anywhere, an actual photo of a living DNA molecule that is functioning? We have some grainy photographs of atoms and crystals, which you can find on the internet, showing individual atoms. But have we got a living, healthy, unbroken DNA molecule in vivo, in a live body, moving and doing things, in a photo or video?

Still not 100% normal yet; frustrated at being so far behind

July 11, 2018

Yesterday there was one minor incident of diarrhea. I did another pawpaw twig last night. I’m about to drink my coffee, and coffee sets it off.

The one thing that bothers me most about all this isn’t the sickness itself, but the fact that I am sonfar behind, and it’s July. There are so many things that have to be done, and I can’t do them when it’s cold, and when I say "cold," I mean, sixty degrees. Sixty degrees is too cold for me to function. All my productive work will stop completely in the fall, unless we have a warm fall. I can sometimes do productive work while the fall is warm. But I need heat in my house.

Tag is Delta!

July 10, 2018
This is a quick text, not a real post. The movie “Tag,” based on a true story, Delta Quadra. I knew it was Delta because it had a Harry Potter preview before it, so I knew even before seeing the movie.

Too much info: still solid; pawpaw twig chewing worked as a parasite treatment

July 10, 2018

I’ve been waiting to see if my diarrhea cure worked, but obviously it takes a little while to wait and see the results. Yesterday, after chewing the pawpaw twig, I had a solid stool a few hours later. Today, there was another, so I didn’t revert back to persistent diarrhea yet.

It’s easy to infect yourself with persistent diarrhea. The parasites are in the creeks. All I did was wade in the creeks, and get my hands in the mud under the water, and afterwards, eat food without washing my hands.

However, doing this might be scary for other emetophobic people like me, unless they, too, always keep a container of ginger nearby for emergencies. I am almost never without a container of ginger in my house, and it’s been that way for years. Vomit phobia does that to you. But nevertheless, it always works, for mild upsets.

I didn’t try to fight against the Real Vomit Virus I had earlier this year. I only use it when it seems like the stomach upset is no big deal. Anyway, intestinal parasites make you feel like you’re going to throw up, but you might not really do it, so ginger helps with that.

Anyway, for experimentation purposes, it would be so easy for people to try this themselves. Anyone who wasn’t convinced that pawpaw twigs are an extremely powerful antiparasitic drug, at the tiniest dosages imaginable, with absolutely no harm to the person if they don’t eat enough pawpaw to throw up, could test it on their own.

You can experience giardiasis like I did years ago, and you can experience how quickly and easily cured it is with modern Flagyl, provided by a clinic.

Then, you can do the exact same thing over again, suffer the persistent diarrhea that just absolutely will not go away on its own for days and days and days, and the severe fatigue, and the dehydration, and this time, test a pawpaw twig. You’ll feel confident knowing that when all else fails, that clinic is there waiting for you with their nice, safe, familiar, modern Flagyl made in a factory and sold by prescription in the USA (although it’s over-the-counter in Mexico, where they have a lot of diarrhea).

Testing this pawpaw twig will be merely a silly little whim, not a *real* treatment. You’re doing it just for fun. Then suddenly, hahaha, it actually works! At microdoses! For free!

If you live in a state where pawpaw trees are native and common, you’re lucky. They’re uncommon in Centre County, PA, but they do survive here, and people have a few of them planted in yards, parks, botanical gardens, and arboretums. I absolutely will be a pawpaw grower in the future, 100%. I’ve been trying to acquire them. My plant collection is slowly growing, but it takes time.

I need land, my own land. I want boardwalks up in the trees, and I will have plant pots growing up on those boardwalks in the sun, where the deer won’t eat them. I will have a food forest and a forage forest for wildlife. If I can acquire native animals and bring them to my land, I will, but that requires more land. I will increase the surface area of the land by building piles of dirt, or hugelkultur, which is more specifically the burial of a log under the dirt – I may or may not actually do that. I feel fine with just using fallen forest mulch. I will improve my soil.

I also want water. I’ll grow water plants and animals too. I have a lot less knowledge about water and wetlands, and I never lived near water.

Why am I up out of bed at 9am running around when I’m supposed to be deathly ill?

July 10, 2018

I didn’t go to a doctor or the clinic for my persistent diarrhea and severe fatigue that I got after wading around in that creek at Black Moshannon. The diarrhea just kept going.

I nibbled a pawpaw twig yesterday. I had a solid stool later that evening.

Today I’m up at 9am with an appetite, going out to the Waffle Shop to get take out, and while I was there, I had enough energy to pull up a few plants of prickly lettuce and one that might possibly be opium lettuce, or maybe just an immature prickly lettuce, from the rock garden by a building, and brought them home and potted them.

Am I better? I don’t know. I still have to keep waiting for diarrhea today. I might nibble another pawpaw twig, too. But being up out of bed at 9am and out of the house planting things!