You will be getting a nice long snail mail letter from me, if you haven't already. The calendars are getting ready to fly out the door too.
Sam at Self Growth is hatching our new web site. I am not the Official Tarot Guide at Self Growth, and that community will be sending traffic (people who want to talk to me, clients!) to the web site. Its address will be http://www.emilysinsight.net.
A THIRD tractor trailer load of hay - dairy quality hay - is stacked in one-ton bales for the animals to enjoy all winter. They are fat and happy, sleek and sassy, thanks to YOU talking to me.
The llama have produced three little ones. Llama have a community and they are very openly sentimental: They all gather around the newly born and welcome him or her into the world and into their family. See their pictures on Facebook (Emily Sandstrom) among the other pictures of the place.
We have had to move all the elk into one pen; they had two. Earth tremors, tiny ones, have snapped 5-inch diameter fence poles, and stretched and ruined very heavy high-tensile wire. Replacing this fence will be a huge expense this coming year. The pen will be smaller because we aren't going to put the new poles where the disaster happened.
We discover an across-the-street neighbor, a scion of rural royalty, and a surly ill bred Fish and Game Officer have been calling the agency that regulates us, the Agricultural Department, and making up evil stories about us. They have not succeeded in doing any damage; in fact, they have established our credibility. Stay tuned for the next exciting episode. The Agricultural Department are gentlemen.
More news later.
Wednesday, December 16, 2009
Monday, September 14, 2009
to YOU: from Emily:
Now that I have learned how one posts to this, I will be doing it regularly. You can see some of these articles at http://www.Ezines.com
and
http://www.SelfGrowth.com
If I have your email address, I will send you a link to join Self Growth. I think you will like it, there is so much there and something for everyone.
We have bought one tractor trailer load of GREAT HAY (dairy quality!) so Thank You!
Now that I have learned how one posts to this, I will be doing it regularly. You can see some of these articles at http://www.Ezines.com
and
http://www.SelfGrowth.com
If I have your email address, I will send you a link to join Self Growth. I think you will like it, there is so much there and something for everyone.
We have bought one tractor trailer load of GREAT HAY (dairy quality!) so Thank You!
Chicken Wing Drumettes with Your Barbecue Sauce
Barbecue Sauce Beneficial
on
Chicken Wing Drumettes
Easy barbecue sauce is not only healthful, not only easy, but it clings thickly to the food, isn't sugary, and is mouthwatering.
Get out your blender. Fetch a head of jumbo garlic, your best friend. Keep this a secret: You don't have to peel the individual cloves, no one will know! Put the cloves in the blender.
Shake a bottle of Lea & Perrins Worcestershire Sauce: That is the one that has the antique-looking paper from top to bottom. Lea & Perrins is the ONLY Worcestershire sauce: It has tamarind and other magic ingredients. Pour the black liquid to just under the tips of the garlic cloves – which will probably be about a cup out of the bottle. (Garlic cloves are in the blender, remember?)
Liquefy into a thickly frothy black gunk. Black gold it is. This is your barbecue sauce. Just make what you will use each time.
It does not taste like garlic or like Worcestershire sauce.
Chicken Wing Drumettes
Pour some of the sauce in a toaster oven size shallow pan. Put the package of chicken pieces close together but not crowding one another. Pour the rest of the sauce on them.
Bake in the oven at 350° for about half an hour (This time is from memory, chicken wing drumettes don't live in the wilderness one-horse grocery store here. If you want to know whether food is done, just sniff: The smell happens when the food is ready most all the time.
This meal is wonderful served on white rice. Taken to a potluck dinner, it will be the first to go and everyone will want the recipe.
One package of chicken wing pieces will serve two or three souls.
Or they can be glorious hors d'oeuvres.
on
Chicken Wing Drumettes
Easy barbecue sauce is not only healthful, not only easy, but it clings thickly to the food, isn't sugary, and is mouthwatering.
Get out your blender. Fetch a head of jumbo garlic, your best friend. Keep this a secret: You don't have to peel the individual cloves, no one will know! Put the cloves in the blender.
Shake a bottle of Lea & Perrins Worcestershire Sauce: That is the one that has the antique-looking paper from top to bottom. Lea & Perrins is the ONLY Worcestershire sauce: It has tamarind and other magic ingredients. Pour the black liquid to just under the tips of the garlic cloves – which will probably be about a cup out of the bottle. (Garlic cloves are in the blender, remember?)
Liquefy into a thickly frothy black gunk. Black gold it is. This is your barbecue sauce. Just make what you will use each time.
It does not taste like garlic or like Worcestershire sauce.
Chicken Wing Drumettes
Pour some of the sauce in a toaster oven size shallow pan. Put the package of chicken pieces close together but not crowding one another. Pour the rest of the sauce on them.
Bake in the oven at 350° for about half an hour (This time is from memory, chicken wing drumettes don't live in the wilderness one-horse grocery store here. If you want to know whether food is done, just sniff: The smell happens when the food is ready most all the time.
This meal is wonderful served on white rice. Taken to a potluck dinner, it will be the first to go and everyone will want the recipe.
One package of chicken wing pieces will serve two or three souls.
Or they can be glorious hors d'oeuvres.
Do it Yourself Diet for Life that Makes you Happy and You Can't Cheat on
Do it Yourself Diet for Life
that You Can't Cheat on,
that makes YOU happy.
Spend two weeks deep in thought about what your favorite foods are. All your favorite foods. Including junk foods, alcohol . . . think, think, because we don't eat our favorite foods just like we don't live the life we would prefer. Example: You love canned pineapple, but classify it as a dessert, and you seldom eat desserts.
While you are thinking, eat up what is in the house and buy favorite foods, putting the ones you don't have to cook AT EYE LEVEL.
Next stage is two weeks of fitting favorite foods into the way you cook, if you cook – into your lifestyle; combining them together. Example: that pineapple blended with pureed garbanzo beans, relish, a little horseradish, and crushed pineapple put into pita bread with grated cheddar cheese.
While you are thinking the second two weeks, continue buying favorite foods and putting them where your eyes trip over them. You will walk into the kitchen hungry and not reach for junk you don't want; you will reach for what you truly do want. Don't forget the simplest things like lettuce and tomato sandwiches.
You ease into this diet; it takes time. Remember you are not consciously trimming calories or fat or any other thing unless you WANT to at the moment
.
As you eat primarily the foods and the meals you enjoy, strange things happen. One, food ceases to be an issue: Anytime you want, you walk into your kitchen and eat something you like. As the food ceases to be an issue, you eat less: magic. Two, YOU BECOME HAPPY!!!!!!!!! Your body is happy, and it takes you with it. Not temporarily.
A happy consequence of this diet is your weight becomes what is normal for you. I invented this diet because I was so busy not because I was so chubby. And I lost 12 pounds over a few weeks.
All these things happened to me when I did this, and to all others who did; but that is only a few souls. There's a rumor of a similar diet that simply says: Eat only what you want when you want it, don't eat out of boredom, etc. In this diet, you can eat out of any motive in your vocabulary.
One day on this diet, I ate a huge bag of potato chips and three beers, in the sun sitting on a picnic table on a perfect day when the phone did not ring. I did not cheat on my diet that day, and I was soooo happy. I ate nothing else. I still remember that day.
that You Can't Cheat on,
that makes YOU happy.
Spend two weeks deep in thought about what your favorite foods are. All your favorite foods. Including junk foods, alcohol . . . think, think, because we don't eat our favorite foods just like we don't live the life we would prefer. Example: You love canned pineapple, but classify it as a dessert, and you seldom eat desserts.
While you are thinking, eat up what is in the house and buy favorite foods, putting the ones you don't have to cook AT EYE LEVEL.
Next stage is two weeks of fitting favorite foods into the way you cook, if you cook – into your lifestyle; combining them together. Example: that pineapple blended with pureed garbanzo beans, relish, a little horseradish, and crushed pineapple put into pita bread with grated cheddar cheese.
While you are thinking the second two weeks, continue buying favorite foods and putting them where your eyes trip over them. You will walk into the kitchen hungry and not reach for junk you don't want; you will reach for what you truly do want. Don't forget the simplest things like lettuce and tomato sandwiches.
You ease into this diet; it takes time. Remember you are not consciously trimming calories or fat or any other thing unless you WANT to at the moment
.
As you eat primarily the foods and the meals you enjoy, strange things happen. One, food ceases to be an issue: Anytime you want, you walk into your kitchen and eat something you like. As the food ceases to be an issue, you eat less: magic. Two, YOU BECOME HAPPY!!!!!!!!! Your body is happy, and it takes you with it. Not temporarily.
A happy consequence of this diet is your weight becomes what is normal for you. I invented this diet because I was so busy not because I was so chubby. And I lost 12 pounds over a few weeks.
All these things happened to me when I did this, and to all others who did; but that is only a few souls. There's a rumor of a similar diet that simply says: Eat only what you want when you want it, don't eat out of boredom, etc. In this diet, you can eat out of any motive in your vocabulary.
One day on this diet, I ate a huge bag of potato chips and three beers, in the sun sitting on a picnic table on a perfect day when the phone did not ring. I did not cheat on my diet that day, and I was soooo happy. I ate nothing else. I still remember that day.
Leadership: Tale of Two Cats, Tale of Two Dogs
Tale of Two Cats and Two Dogs:
Owly and his sidekick Iggy.
Molly and her sidekick Li'l Dude.
The same story.
Molly was a Jerry Lee type of German Sheppard: the medium brown body and black muzzle. She was from the pound, a young adult who had lived in the truck of an unemployed homeless rural western dude, with him. Molly hunted animals for his dinner and presumably shared it. She was a proud cold dog, a good watch dog, but not to be trusted with the ducks before I beat that out of her. She was the leader.
Li'l Dude was a starving abused infested stray from a convenience store on an Indian reservation. Molly had been here for a while when Li'l Dude showed up: It was the German's turf. Li'l Dude was partly the same kind of Sheppard Molly was and partly something smaller, possibly Pit Bull. People thought he was her pup, they looked so much alike. How he loved his bossy woman. The new arrival would not wear a collar for a year, and he chewed other dogs' collars off their necks. I guessed someone held him by his collar and beat him.
He cringed. When you petted him, he made noises like you were torturing him: They sounded vicious at the same time, snarling.
He was the follower. He whined a lot. He barked at random.
Likewise, Owly was the older cat. Both he and Iggy were the products of a Himalayan Gentle-cat visiting the feral peasant pussies of the ranch: cats who were genetically distinct and native to the continent: slender, longer tails, razor-sharp claws, elongated faces, very short fur and long legs: truly wild and not tamable by ordinary effort. Over the years, the Himalayan blood gentled down the gene pool, so that Owly – so named because his fur was so dense that when he turned his head it was like an owl turning its head: feathers straight out – Owly walked into the house and did not straightaway poop on the floor. He did get around to it, but I decided to tame him because he was gorgeous. Taming was a mutual ordeal.
Iggy was smaller and not as striking-looking, but here was another peasant who did not poop on the floor at all. Iggy was the lesser, he deferred to his boss cat. He looked like a pale imitation of the older resident: less distinct markings, shorter fur, softer gray and white than his cohort.
Molly and Owly shared the same fate: murdered by the western rural rubes who prey upon the pet animals of their betters.
Li'l Dude became the dog every man wanted and admired: He guards mommy and the ranch expertly, giving intelligent warning where before he had barked at random. He is now a prize who was the sidekick of his mate.
Iggy became the head cat of a pride of (now tame) kitties: 8 of them a close affectionate family.
It was not until Iggy became diabetic and went to live with the vet because the burdens of leadership were too great for his failing body that I realized how powerful a force he was among the cat family: They lost their political unity, going each his own way: No more eight-to-a-cuddle-heap. Iggy had taken over Owly's leadership position so seamlessly that no one noticed his achievement.
It is fascinating to realize that, but for the deaths of Molly and Owly, L'il Dude and Iggy would have remained vice presidents, and not developed the full personality that arises from responsibility.
Do you know someone this may be true of?
Owly and his sidekick Iggy.
Molly and her sidekick Li'l Dude.
The same story.
Molly was a Jerry Lee type of German Sheppard: the medium brown body and black muzzle. She was from the pound, a young adult who had lived in the truck of an unemployed homeless rural western dude, with him. Molly hunted animals for his dinner and presumably shared it. She was a proud cold dog, a good watch dog, but not to be trusted with the ducks before I beat that out of her. She was the leader.
Li'l Dude was a starving abused infested stray from a convenience store on an Indian reservation. Molly had been here for a while when Li'l Dude showed up: It was the German's turf. Li'l Dude was partly the same kind of Sheppard Molly was and partly something smaller, possibly Pit Bull. People thought he was her pup, they looked so much alike. How he loved his bossy woman. The new arrival would not wear a collar for a year, and he chewed other dogs' collars off their necks. I guessed someone held him by his collar and beat him.
He cringed. When you petted him, he made noises like you were torturing him: They sounded vicious at the same time, snarling.
He was the follower. He whined a lot. He barked at random.
Likewise, Owly was the older cat. Both he and Iggy were the products of a Himalayan Gentle-cat visiting the feral peasant pussies of the ranch: cats who were genetically distinct and native to the continent: slender, longer tails, razor-sharp claws, elongated faces, very short fur and long legs: truly wild and not tamable by ordinary effort. Over the years, the Himalayan blood gentled down the gene pool, so that Owly – so named because his fur was so dense that when he turned his head it was like an owl turning its head: feathers straight out – Owly walked into the house and did not straightaway poop on the floor. He did get around to it, but I decided to tame him because he was gorgeous. Taming was a mutual ordeal.
Iggy was smaller and not as striking-looking, but here was another peasant who did not poop on the floor at all. Iggy was the lesser, he deferred to his boss cat. He looked like a pale imitation of the older resident: less distinct markings, shorter fur, softer gray and white than his cohort.
Molly and Owly shared the same fate: murdered by the western rural rubes who prey upon the pet animals of their betters.
Li'l Dude became the dog every man wanted and admired: He guards mommy and the ranch expertly, giving intelligent warning where before he had barked at random. He is now a prize who was the sidekick of his mate.
Iggy became the head cat of a pride of (now tame) kitties: 8 of them a close affectionate family.
It was not until Iggy became diabetic and went to live with the vet because the burdens of leadership were too great for his failing body that I realized how powerful a force he was among the cat family: They lost their political unity, going each his own way: No more eight-to-a-cuddle-heap. Iggy had taken over Owly's leadership position so seamlessly that no one noticed his achievement.
It is fascinating to realize that, but for the deaths of Molly and Owly, L'il Dude and Iggy would have remained vice presidents, and not developed the full personality that arises from responsibility.
Do you know someone this may be true of?
Instant Deviled Egg Sandwich
Instant Deviled Egg Sandwich
Everyone should keep hard boiled eggs in the refrigerator; they make a better snack than a midnight candy bar.
And everyone should have sweet mustard relish in their refrigerator; it is so good on so many things besides hot dogs and hamburgers. And this is one of them.
All you do is slice or quarter hard boiled eggs, however many you want in your sandwich – two is my number. Cover two slices of whole wheat toast with the relish, put the eggs in between, and enjoy.
If you are the ambitious conscientious type, you can mix the egg with the relish, and then put that combination on the sandwich. Purist!
Either way, the deviled egg taste is exact.
Everyone should keep hard boiled eggs in the refrigerator; they make a better snack than a midnight candy bar.
And everyone should have sweet mustard relish in their refrigerator; it is so good on so many things besides hot dogs and hamburgers. And this is one of them.
All you do is slice or quarter hard boiled eggs, however many you want in your sandwich – two is my number. Cover two slices of whole wheat toast with the relish, put the eggs in between, and enjoy.
If you are the ambitious conscientious type, you can mix the egg with the relish, and then put that combination on the sandwich. Purist!
Either way, the deviled egg taste is exact.
You and the Lottery Spirit: A Meeting of Minds
How to Win the Lottery
Trying to pick the winning number is going about it backasswards. This story is how to win in any type of gamble but of course it doesn't guarantee you will succeed any given incident. It may work for gambles in business and in getting away with your mischief, but I am less sure of that.
General Motors does not exist. Governments do not exist. They are on paper and they are in our heads but you can't say 'this is General Motors.' If we all woke up one morning and did not know what government was, there would be no government, until a thug got together with a bureaucrat and invented taxation. Likewise there is a lottery entity in mass consciousness, and this is as valid an entity as General Motors or a government.
Quite often people who win will say “I just knew this time I was going to win.” And people do things like blow on the dice.
You get in touch with The Lottery Spirit, who is probably related to the Muse. You address this entity and tell it to honor your choices. Instead of you getting the right number, the right number comes looking for you. Much cleaner. It doesn't work if you don't buy the ticket, though, or pull the lever.
Exactly how you get in touch with the Lottery Spirit is up to you. If you keep trying, the magic instant of connection may come to you, hopefully in a lottery that has a lovely payoff. But winning small ones is practice!
Try it, you have nothing to lose and it's fun. (If you win, send me a dollar!)
Trying to pick the winning number is going about it backasswards. This story is how to win in any type of gamble but of course it doesn't guarantee you will succeed any given incident. It may work for gambles in business and in getting away with your mischief, but I am less sure of that.
General Motors does not exist. Governments do not exist. They are on paper and they are in our heads but you can't say 'this is General Motors.' If we all woke up one morning and did not know what government was, there would be no government, until a thug got together with a bureaucrat and invented taxation. Likewise there is a lottery entity in mass consciousness, and this is as valid an entity as General Motors or a government.
Quite often people who win will say “I just knew this time I was going to win.” And people do things like blow on the dice.
You get in touch with The Lottery Spirit, who is probably related to the Muse. You address this entity and tell it to honor your choices. Instead of you getting the right number, the right number comes looking for you. Much cleaner. It doesn't work if you don't buy the ticket, though, or pull the lever.
Exactly how you get in touch with the Lottery Spirit is up to you. If you keep trying, the magic instant of connection may come to you, hopefully in a lottery that has a lovely payoff. But winning small ones is practice!
Try it, you have nothing to lose and it's fun. (If you win, send me a dollar!)
Emily's Elixir: You Feel Good Just LOOKING at this Drink!
EMILY'S ELIXIR
a/k/a The Lava Lamp Drink
(You feel good just looking at this drink!)
There is a hug in every glass . . .
Find 3 champagne flutes (glasses. Tall, stemmed, slim tulip shape a/k/a “champagne glasses”) for each person. This shape is necessary for the lava lamp effect.
Have a bottle of Cook's champagne – if it's not cold, that's OK: it will be. This recipe is waste of expensive champagne.
Have some candles of any kind. Or a dim lamp.
Some frozen blueberries. Got to be frozen.
A bottle of Valerian Root extract. (that's liquid.) You find it at a health food store.
A comfortable place to be and to sleep. Perchance a person to be and to sleep with.
A girlfriend to do girl talk with will do.
INSTRUCTIONS:
Fill each glass One Third Full of frozen blueberries.
Pour champagne to near the top. It will fizz, let it be and resume pouring when the fizz gives up.
Carefully float a dropper full – not just “a drop” - onto the top of the bubbly. Do not squirt!
Put the glasses in front of a candle or candles. Relax as the blueberries become 'airborne' and make their way to the top, bump into one another, relieve themselves of the bubbles they have collected, and sink slowly back down. As they wend their way back down, they are a lava lamp and they stir the grape color at the top into the electric violet color at the bottom, making a new color you will never see anywhere else.
The drink stays cold. The blueberries are tasty. The effect is gorgeous.
Valerian root is a muscle relaxant – sore muscles are soothed after you have picked rocks or run the marathon without forethought. So you get that warm and fuzzy feel that normally arrives after too many but comes now after the equivalent of only 1½ drinks because Valerian boosts the relaxant effect of alcohol. (I am saying 1½ because I did pour and measure: the blueberries displace that amount of champagne.)
Furthermore, the relaxed-muscle effect lasts for a day and a half, so if you do this routine every other day there will come the time your brain usually screams to your muscles to “Get ready. The sky is falling!” And this time your muscles say . . . “Uh, brain, I don't be thinking that way... seems okay here to me rat now . . .” The anxiety cycle is broken. You don't tense up because relaxed muscles just don't. It works for most people, even works for grief experiences.
Unless you are in AA, you don't have much to lose: a glass and a half of champagne every other day ain't gonna hurt and may help; and champagne is chemically different from other forms of alcohol – is even prescribed for at least one ailment. And Valerian, I am told, is Europe's leading arthritis remedy.
This recipe is good for:
*anxiety and depression (as explained above)
*insomnia (Honey, you WILL sleep after drinking those three flutes!)
*sore muscles (probably at higher-end doses)
*arthritis, I am told
*romance (Just try it. He can't drive home or shouldn't.)
And if you are in AA or don't like champagne, try this with seltzer water and Valerian root. And if you don't like Valerian root (delicious it is not), substitute kava, tryptophan, passion flower or other herbal relaxant. I have not tried any substitutes.
a/k/a The Lava Lamp Drink
(You feel good just looking at this drink!)
There is a hug in every glass . . .
Find 3 champagne flutes (glasses. Tall, stemmed, slim tulip shape a/k/a “champagne glasses”) for each person. This shape is necessary for the lava lamp effect.
Have a bottle of Cook's champagne – if it's not cold, that's OK: it will be. This recipe is waste of expensive champagne.
Have some candles of any kind. Or a dim lamp.
Some frozen blueberries. Got to be frozen.
A bottle of Valerian Root extract. (that's liquid.) You find it at a health food store.
A comfortable place to be and to sleep. Perchance a person to be and to sleep with.
A girlfriend to do girl talk with will do.
INSTRUCTIONS:
Fill each glass One Third Full of frozen blueberries.
Pour champagne to near the top. It will fizz, let it be and resume pouring when the fizz gives up.
Carefully float a dropper full – not just “a drop” - onto the top of the bubbly. Do not squirt!
Put the glasses in front of a candle or candles. Relax as the blueberries become 'airborne' and make their way to the top, bump into one another, relieve themselves of the bubbles they have collected, and sink slowly back down. As they wend their way back down, they are a lava lamp and they stir the grape color at the top into the electric violet color at the bottom, making a new color you will never see anywhere else.
The drink stays cold. The blueberries are tasty. The effect is gorgeous.
Valerian root is a muscle relaxant – sore muscles are soothed after you have picked rocks or run the marathon without forethought. So you get that warm and fuzzy feel that normally arrives after too many but comes now after the equivalent of only 1½ drinks because Valerian boosts the relaxant effect of alcohol. (I am saying 1½ because I did pour and measure: the blueberries displace that amount of champagne.)
Furthermore, the relaxed-muscle effect lasts for a day and a half, so if you do this routine every other day there will come the time your brain usually screams to your muscles to “Get ready. The sky is falling!” And this time your muscles say . . . “Uh, brain, I don't be thinking that way... seems okay here to me rat now . . .” The anxiety cycle is broken. You don't tense up because relaxed muscles just don't. It works for most people, even works for grief experiences.
Unless you are in AA, you don't have much to lose: a glass and a half of champagne every other day ain't gonna hurt and may help; and champagne is chemically different from other forms of alcohol – is even prescribed for at least one ailment. And Valerian, I am told, is Europe's leading arthritis remedy.
This recipe is good for:
*anxiety and depression (as explained above)
*insomnia (Honey, you WILL sleep after drinking those three flutes!)
*sore muscles (probably at higher-end doses)
*arthritis, I am told
*romance (Just try it. He can't drive home or shouldn't.)
And if you are in AA or don't like champagne, try this with seltzer water and Valerian root. And if you don't like Valerian root (delicious it is not), substitute kava, tryptophan, passion flower or other herbal relaxant. I have not tried any substitutes.
The New Moralilty and Me
The New Morality and Me
What people used to openly call good and evil in others must now be considered a matter of personal style or personality instead. This is the politically correct mores imposed by—hmm, the media perhaps? So now one can feel the same illicit thrill saying so-and-so is evil as one can saying a 'dirty' word...now known as an expletive.
The labels that differentiated acceptable behavior from wrong behavior are now themselves to be considered wrong. So [Sigh] Nixon is not a crook, not to be reviled. The only person exempted from the rule is Hitler. Yes, Hitler was evil. We are waiting for Number Two, apparently. Genghis Khan, you may not apply. No apologist has suggested Hitler had a difficult childhood; he did. No appeal for him, though; he is our poster boy of badness.
On the other hand, we don't have to harbor secret hatred for our moral betters anymore...unless they happen to be quirky like Mother Teresa or the Mennonites or such. Eccentricity excuses morality.
(1) A person can be 'good' if he is also 'a little weird,' in a good way of course. But not if he is an average person. One can't be good and be mainstream. We have bought into this, most of us.
(2) One cannot be good and be smart, either: Good folks have to be on the simple side, to excuse the—oh my God, I'm going to say it—virtue. Think Forest Gump.
(3) Nor can one be good and have status. A guy or gal who can say "Right's right and wrong's wrong" will have never been even to the coffee shop of the VIP lounge unless it were to pour the coffee.
(4) One can even impugn another's credibility now by suggesting he or she is moral or is a 'moralist' or is—God forbid!--'judgmental.' In fact, it seems you cannot be 'good' and be anything else: That is the be-all and end-all of your existence. Kind of like being black used to be (back when you could be 'black'). Being a decent person is being not cool.
Awhile ago there was a fellow on death row accused of something perfectly awful, something no one could condone even in our modern society. He had a following of susceptible females promulgating his case, his appeals. Then, out of the blue, came indisputable evidence he was—omigod!--innocent! His cadre of labile dames melted away, indignantly: they had been had! Mad is what they were. Wasting all that energy on someone who was actually innocent. They wanted their money back; it was a bad movie for them. I have been thinking about this for years, and it eludes me: What am I missing? Write me and tell me.
In countries like Canada (and like the U.S. In the 40s) where mass consciousness exudes disapproval of inappropriate behavior in even small ways, far fewer lurid crimes occur. Mass consciousness has a direct effect on mass behavior. Political and personal corruption has a very different style to it when people frown: not flagrant, not 'shameless.'
.
What people used to openly call good and evil in others must now be considered a matter of personal style or personality instead. This is the politically correct mores imposed by—hmm, the media perhaps? So now one can feel the same illicit thrill saying so-and-so is evil as one can saying a 'dirty' word...now known as an expletive.
The labels that differentiated acceptable behavior from wrong behavior are now themselves to be considered wrong. So [Sigh] Nixon is not a crook, not to be reviled. The only person exempted from the rule is Hitler. Yes, Hitler was evil. We are waiting for Number Two, apparently. Genghis Khan, you may not apply. No apologist has suggested Hitler had a difficult childhood; he did. No appeal for him, though; he is our poster boy of badness.
On the other hand, we don't have to harbor secret hatred for our moral betters anymore...unless they happen to be quirky like Mother Teresa or the Mennonites or such. Eccentricity excuses morality.
(1) A person can be 'good' if he is also 'a little weird,' in a good way of course. But not if he is an average person. One can't be good and be mainstream. We have bought into this, most of us.
(2) One cannot be good and be smart, either: Good folks have to be on the simple side, to excuse the—oh my God, I'm going to say it—virtue. Think Forest Gump.
(3) Nor can one be good and have status. A guy or gal who can say "Right's right and wrong's wrong" will have never been even to the coffee shop of the VIP lounge unless it were to pour the coffee.
(4) One can even impugn another's credibility now by suggesting he or she is moral or is a 'moralist' or is—God forbid!--'judgmental.' In fact, it seems you cannot be 'good' and be anything else: That is the be-all and end-all of your existence. Kind of like being black used to be (back when you could be 'black'). Being a decent person is being not cool.
Awhile ago there was a fellow on death row accused of something perfectly awful, something no one could condone even in our modern society. He had a following of susceptible females promulgating his case, his appeals. Then, out of the blue, came indisputable evidence he was—omigod!--innocent! His cadre of labile dames melted away, indignantly: they had been had! Mad is what they were. Wasting all that energy on someone who was actually innocent. They wanted their money back; it was a bad movie for them. I have been thinking about this for years, and it eludes me: What am I missing? Write me and tell me.
In countries like Canada (and like the U.S. In the 40s) where mass consciousness exudes disapproval of inappropriate behavior in even small ways, far fewer lurid crimes occur. Mass consciousness has a direct effect on mass behavior. Political and personal corruption has a very different style to it when people frown: not flagrant, not 'shameless.'
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Take the Lid Off
Take the Lid Off
Small stresses lessen ability to focus on the meaningful stressors. They operate just below the radar of consciousness because we deal with them often by suppressing them so we can focus on important things. The problem is: a myriad of these gnats are as large a drain on us as a 'real problem' would be. The very fact a small thing annoys us compounds the tension as we feel we shouldn't be annoyed: a double whammy.
Here is a process you can use to take the lid off:
Spend a week or two sitting on your own shoulder focusing on what tenses you up – whether the reaction 'makes sense' or not. Pay attention to your belly, to your muscles, to your tone of voice.
Make a list. This is about small aggravations. You don't have to justify being irritated, either: Things don't have to make sense.
Now study the list. Think of ways to circumvent those aggravations. Let's say there are a lot of traffic lights on your very short trip to work in your standard-shift car. Look for a way that may be longer but has fewer lights. Maybe it will be more scenic, even. Let's say your long skirts sweep the knicknacks off the glass topped cocktail table. Move the knicknacks or the table. Let's say you have an energy-vampire friend, relative or neighbor who whines to you about her situation. There is no law that says you have to communicate with this person, no matter who she is. So don't – or develop a sense of humor about her, as if she were in a situation comedy . . . which she is. Dumb stuff like those three examples does add up. You will see.
Continue this process of discovering tension and relieving the causes of it that are minor. You will find you have more energy, more of your mind on tap, and more strength to deal with the big things that 'have a right' to upset you when the small steam-builders are taken care of.
You may even find, once you have taken care of the small things, that the next layer of tension-producers can be dealt with in the same simple way: that they aren't so big after all. And on up the line until the biggies aren't so big either. Who knows?
You have nothing to lose.
Small stresses lessen ability to focus on the meaningful stressors. They operate just below the radar of consciousness because we deal with them often by suppressing them so we can focus on important things. The problem is: a myriad of these gnats are as large a drain on us as a 'real problem' would be. The very fact a small thing annoys us compounds the tension as we feel we shouldn't be annoyed: a double whammy.
Here is a process you can use to take the lid off:
Spend a week or two sitting on your own shoulder focusing on what tenses you up – whether the reaction 'makes sense' or not. Pay attention to your belly, to your muscles, to your tone of voice.
Make a list. This is about small aggravations. You don't have to justify being irritated, either: Things don't have to make sense.
Now study the list. Think of ways to circumvent those aggravations. Let's say there are a lot of traffic lights on your very short trip to work in your standard-shift car. Look for a way that may be longer but has fewer lights. Maybe it will be more scenic, even. Let's say your long skirts sweep the knicknacks off the glass topped cocktail table. Move the knicknacks or the table. Let's say you have an energy-vampire friend, relative or neighbor who whines to you about her situation. There is no law that says you have to communicate with this person, no matter who she is. So don't – or develop a sense of humor about her, as if she were in a situation comedy . . . which she is. Dumb stuff like those three examples does add up. You will see.
Continue this process of discovering tension and relieving the causes of it that are minor. You will find you have more energy, more of your mind on tap, and more strength to deal with the big things that 'have a right' to upset you when the small steam-builders are taken care of.
You may even find, once you have taken care of the small things, that the next layer of tension-producers can be dealt with in the same simple way: that they aren't so big after all. And on up the line until the biggies aren't so big either. Who knows?
You have nothing to lose.
Echinacea for Birds and Poultry
ECHINACEA FOR BIRDS AND POULTRY
From desperation, creative solutions often arise. When all else fails, reach for that inspired thought. The more often you reach, the more accurate your reach is. Such was the occasion when Emily discovered some idiot had put duck pullet eggs into her incubator "So my son can see birth." It was too late to just take them out: The chicks were about to hatch, they were talking through their shells! For some good reason of their own, ducks do not set on pullet eggs.
36 infected bloody eggs were hatching, ducklings who had hours or days to "live."
She did not feel free to experiment with their lives until all but 6 hatchlings had perished. The vet said infected eggs defined 'a hopeless case.' So now Emily was ethically free to experiment.
For 9 days, ducklings live off the yolk inside them. So for 9 days they don't have to eat. Intuition suggested this was what to work with. Emily had some echinacea powder and some echinacea extract. She knew how general echinacea's benefits are. So here you go: Half of their gruel is echinacea powder; and one- fourth their water is echinacea extract--alcohol free echinacea extract.
These ducklings survived. Yes, they were small for their age. Emily continued feeding this way, reducing the percent of medicine as they grew larger and more active, especially after day 9 when they had to eat to live. Now, she wished she had done this from the beginning.
When the 6 joined the duck community, you could tell who they were because they were smaller. In a week or two, you could no longer tell.
That would have been the end of that inspiration had it not been for Turkey the Sparrow. Emily discovered him in the dirt in the peafowl pen in early May. Some snow was on the ground still in 2003 there. He looked like a frog with a beak: no feathers or feather tracks; and his eyes would not open for four more days.
There were no occupied nests to return him to. He was her baby.
Wouldn't you know, an avian biologist--who does surgery on eggs!--is her best friend. So Turkey was reared properly, with Leslie's expert tutelage, fed from a syringe Exact gruel and hand strained peas and carrots at exactly 105 degrees--fed this way every two hours around the clock for six weeks and his tiny body kept at the right temperature and so on. And he survived.
Outdoors, sparrows live two breeding seasons, eighteen months to two years. When Turkey was five years old or so, he was ill. When you weigh a half-ounce soaking wet and you are a bird, a bird way past his life span, and you live in some outpost where farm animals are what people value, and what the vets treat, you are down on your luck. Turkey was in distress; and birds die very quickly.
She remembered those ducklings. Let's do it again. But Turkey is an adult (no yolk to go on) and is not poultry. What to do? Was it the Muse who suggested drops of echinacea in Turkey's water over a long time? Perhaps so.
Non-alcohol-based echinacea extract to the rescue once again. She starts with about 12 drops in his water, which was about 3 ounces. She gives it to him for life at 3 drops, with some days plain water. She also gave him ginger extract in his water for a while, which perked him up. Is that beneficial as well? Don't know, but it happened and it did seem to be a good thing.
Turkey is very much alive right here as this is being written, possibly the most vibrant happy creature on the planet. Such a pleasure to know him! He is grateful for every moment of his life. He has passed 6 years old, and is headed straight for 7--which is the record for documented sparrow longevity.
Cornell University is keeping track of Turkey. It has a research department project going, on treating avians with echinacea. Because of Turkey! Avian biology is big at Cornell, where the woman who gave the instructions on Turkey's care is a graduate contributor. And those poor dying ducks brought all this about, through a string of coincidences.
All because someone was paying attention and thinking with both sides of her head at the same time.
From desperation, creative solutions often arise. When all else fails, reach for that inspired thought. The more often you reach, the more accurate your reach is. Such was the occasion when Emily discovered some idiot had put duck pullet eggs into her incubator "So my son can see birth." It was too late to just take them out: The chicks were about to hatch, they were talking through their shells! For some good reason of their own, ducks do not set on pullet eggs.
36 infected bloody eggs were hatching, ducklings who had hours or days to "live."
She did not feel free to experiment with their lives until all but 6 hatchlings had perished. The vet said infected eggs defined 'a hopeless case.' So now Emily was ethically free to experiment.
For 9 days, ducklings live off the yolk inside them. So for 9 days they don't have to eat. Intuition suggested this was what to work with. Emily had some echinacea powder and some echinacea extract. She knew how general echinacea's benefits are. So here you go: Half of their gruel is echinacea powder; and one- fourth their water is echinacea extract--alcohol free echinacea extract.
These ducklings survived. Yes, they were small for their age. Emily continued feeding this way, reducing the percent of medicine as they grew larger and more active, especially after day 9 when they had to eat to live. Now, she wished she had done this from the beginning.
When the 6 joined the duck community, you could tell who they were because they were smaller. In a week or two, you could no longer tell.
That would have been the end of that inspiration had it not been for Turkey the Sparrow. Emily discovered him in the dirt in the peafowl pen in early May. Some snow was on the ground still in 2003 there. He looked like a frog with a beak: no feathers or feather tracks; and his eyes would not open for four more days.
There were no occupied nests to return him to. He was her baby.
Wouldn't you know, an avian biologist--who does surgery on eggs!--is her best friend. So Turkey was reared properly, with Leslie's expert tutelage, fed from a syringe Exact gruel and hand strained peas and carrots at exactly 105 degrees--fed this way every two hours around the clock for six weeks and his tiny body kept at the right temperature and so on. And he survived.
Outdoors, sparrows live two breeding seasons, eighteen months to two years. When Turkey was five years old or so, he was ill. When you weigh a half-ounce soaking wet and you are a bird, a bird way past his life span, and you live in some outpost where farm animals are what people value, and what the vets treat, you are down on your luck. Turkey was in distress; and birds die very quickly.
She remembered those ducklings. Let's do it again. But Turkey is an adult (no yolk to go on) and is not poultry. What to do? Was it the Muse who suggested drops of echinacea in Turkey's water over a long time? Perhaps so.
Non-alcohol-based echinacea extract to the rescue once again. She starts with about 12 drops in his water, which was about 3 ounces. She gives it to him for life at 3 drops, with some days plain water. She also gave him ginger extract in his water for a while, which perked him up. Is that beneficial as well? Don't know, but it happened and it did seem to be a good thing.
Turkey is very much alive right here as this is being written, possibly the most vibrant happy creature on the planet. Such a pleasure to know him! He is grateful for every moment of his life. He has passed 6 years old, and is headed straight for 7--which is the record for documented sparrow longevity.
Cornell University is keeping track of Turkey. It has a research department project going, on treating avians with echinacea. Because of Turkey! Avian biology is big at Cornell, where the woman who gave the instructions on Turkey's care is a graduate contributor. And those poor dying ducks brought all this about, through a string of coincidences.
All because someone was paying attention and thinking with both sides of her head at the same time.
The Echinacea You Don't Know (There is no such thing as the human body)
The Echinacea You Don't Know
(There is no such thing as the human body)
There is no such thing as the human body. Lately even the medical industry is beginning to face this fact. ("Oh? How old is it? What race and gender? Is it in good health? What are its habits and living conditions?") Well, in the good old days it used to be a 40-year-old American urban white male with money who might have heart trouble, but some things have changed, haven't they?
Personal experience is sneered upon by Western medicine; it's not a blind trial, don't you know – regarded the same way the religious industry resents truly decent unchurched citizens. (Mere citizens poaching upon the industry territory is what these two resentments have in common.) But precisely because there is no such thing as the human body, personal experience in healing is where to find what works for some individuals sometimes—and what therefore might work for you. In the real world, what works sometimes is all medicine of any kind will ever deliver. (There are 12 tissue types and there are positive and negative blood types in each of blood's categories. How and whether these variations in our flesh impinge upon healing is overlooked by the whole world. And there are more variables to come—another unexplored territory.)
Whew. That said, here is a history of personal experience with the glories of echinacea, the pharmaceutical the Plains Indians used most often – raw of course.
Number One Experience of the Glories of Echinacea:
Dr. David G. Williams (an M.D. and alternative medicine god) years ago published a regimen developed by a South African hospital that somehow had 5,000 infants with both hospital pneumonia and measles, and not enough antibiotics to treat them all. The hospital dosed half the patients with antibiotics and half with this formula. The formula won: better survival rate, fewer side effects. If you actually follow the instructions, the regimen works to cure a virus or regular cold the same as antibiotics would. Most people don't follow the instructions and think they did.
(The regimen cures more than a cold, obviously.)
Here is that protocol:
*A gram (1,000 mg) of Vitamin C an hour as tolerated (meaning you don't take it when your stomach or bowels complain).
*3 grams of echinacea 3 times a day. (That is 3,000 mg. That is usually 8 capsules 3 times a day because 380 mg is the usual capsule size. If you are lucky enough to find 500-mg capsules, it's easy: 6 capsules is 3000 mg.) Yes, 8 pills 3 times a day, and get over it: This is for healing, not maintenance. And don't forget to do it; take it, and space it an even time apart, it doesn't work in the jar.
*20 10,000 I.U. capsules of Vitamin A (oil, palmitate) once a day for 5 days. This is doing a 100-capsule bottle of 10,000 I.U. ones in the 5 days. Check to see whether you bought the 8,000 I.U. size, in which case you will be doing 25 pills a day for 5 days, a bottle and a quarter.) No, 200,000 I.U. of Vitamin A palmitate for 5 days is not an overdose. You would have to do it for more than eight months without letup to kill yourself.
Take all these as prescribed until 2 or 3 days after you feel better, or you may relapse—just like antibiotics work. Don't say I didn't tell you so: I too have stopped too soon.
This is the end of Dr. David G. Williams' published regimen.
Taking a capsule a day, or a dropperful of extract a day, of pau d'Arco with this routine is a good idea—no more than that! Pau d'Arco is a systemic cleanser that really works (You can tell by how you smell!) so going about it gradually and gently is advisable. (Upcoming article on pau d'Arco) The reason it is good with the regimen is, the regimen is stirring up a lot of 'bad stuff' intensely, and this flushes it out more quickly.
Number Two Experience of the Glories of Echinacea:
Chiropractors prescribe high doses of echinacea for an extended time for carpal tunnel syndrome. Echinacea over a long time reduces nerve inflammation. So any ailment that is inflammation of the nerve would benefit from echinacea—things like tennis elbow and carpal tunnel syndrome. Actually, echinacea is anti-inflammatory, period. (The pharmaceuticals that treat nerve inflammation are toxic to the liver, to be taken with caution and regular testing for liver numbers.) The carpal tunnel benefit and the allergy benefit are using the same dosage of echinacea as the South African Hospital Regimen and are based on personal experience, not on anything Dr. Williams has reported.
And by the way, there is a blind study about how surgery for carpal tunnel is not only ineffective but inadvisable. A small hospital thought it would put itself on the map when it discovered there had been no study to establish how effective the surgery was. They sure did put themselves on the map! Their study proved what a bad idea it was!
Number Three Experience of the Glories of Echinacea:
Allergies are an overactive immune system. People are always saying 'Don't take echinacea for more than two weeks because it could suppress the immune system.' Where the authority for this is, I don't know. But, suppose it is true: Suppressing the immune system is sometimes what you want; there are pharmaceuticals for that purpose. Inflammation is sometimes an overactive immune response too. Anyway, if you use echinacea for your carpal tunnel, you stand to lose your allergies along with your achy wrist. This applies to hay fever type allergies, and may apply to contact and food allergies as well.
If you wonder which echinacea to use—purpura or augustifolia—just buy a pound of powder of each and mix the two. Whenever you wonder 'which,' remember 'both.' That is a general principle to live by, especially if you include 'neither' in the list of choices.
(There is no such thing as the human body)
There is no such thing as the human body. Lately even the medical industry is beginning to face this fact. ("Oh? How old is it? What race and gender? Is it in good health? What are its habits and living conditions?") Well, in the good old days it used to be a 40-year-old American urban white male with money who might have heart trouble, but some things have changed, haven't they?
Personal experience is sneered upon by Western medicine; it's not a blind trial, don't you know – regarded the same way the religious industry resents truly decent unchurched citizens. (Mere citizens poaching upon the industry territory is what these two resentments have in common.) But precisely because there is no such thing as the human body, personal experience in healing is where to find what works for some individuals sometimes—and what therefore might work for you. In the real world, what works sometimes is all medicine of any kind will ever deliver. (There are 12 tissue types and there are positive and negative blood types in each of blood's categories. How and whether these variations in our flesh impinge upon healing is overlooked by the whole world. And there are more variables to come—another unexplored territory.)
Whew. That said, here is a history of personal experience with the glories of echinacea, the pharmaceutical the Plains Indians used most often – raw of course.
Number One Experience of the Glories of Echinacea:
Dr. David G. Williams (an M.D. and alternative medicine god) years ago published a regimen developed by a South African hospital that somehow had 5,000 infants with both hospital pneumonia and measles, and not enough antibiotics to treat them all. The hospital dosed half the patients with antibiotics and half with this formula. The formula won: better survival rate, fewer side effects. If you actually follow the instructions, the regimen works to cure a virus or regular cold the same as antibiotics would. Most people don't follow the instructions and think they did.
(The regimen cures more than a cold, obviously.)
Here is that protocol:
*A gram (1,000 mg) of Vitamin C an hour as tolerated (meaning you don't take it when your stomach or bowels complain).
*3 grams of echinacea 3 times a day. (That is 3,000 mg. That is usually 8 capsules 3 times a day because 380 mg is the usual capsule size. If you are lucky enough to find 500-mg capsules, it's easy: 6 capsules is 3000 mg.) Yes, 8 pills 3 times a day, and get over it: This is for healing, not maintenance. And don't forget to do it; take it, and space it an even time apart, it doesn't work in the jar.
*20 10,000 I.U. capsules of Vitamin A (oil, palmitate) once a day for 5 days. This is doing a 100-capsule bottle of 10,000 I.U. ones in the 5 days. Check to see whether you bought the 8,000 I.U. size, in which case you will be doing 25 pills a day for 5 days, a bottle and a quarter.) No, 200,000 I.U. of Vitamin A palmitate for 5 days is not an overdose. You would have to do it for more than eight months without letup to kill yourself.
Take all these as prescribed until 2 or 3 days after you feel better, or you may relapse—just like antibiotics work. Don't say I didn't tell you so: I too have stopped too soon.
This is the end of Dr. David G. Williams' published regimen.
Taking a capsule a day, or a dropperful of extract a day, of pau d'Arco with this routine is a good idea—no more than that! Pau d'Arco is a systemic cleanser that really works (You can tell by how you smell!) so going about it gradually and gently is advisable. (Upcoming article on pau d'Arco) The reason it is good with the regimen is, the regimen is stirring up a lot of 'bad stuff' intensely, and this flushes it out more quickly.
Number Two Experience of the Glories of Echinacea:
Chiropractors prescribe high doses of echinacea for an extended time for carpal tunnel syndrome. Echinacea over a long time reduces nerve inflammation. So any ailment that is inflammation of the nerve would benefit from echinacea—things like tennis elbow and carpal tunnel syndrome. Actually, echinacea is anti-inflammatory, period. (The pharmaceuticals that treat nerve inflammation are toxic to the liver, to be taken with caution and regular testing for liver numbers.) The carpal tunnel benefit and the allergy benefit are using the same dosage of echinacea as the South African Hospital Regimen and are based on personal experience, not on anything Dr. Williams has reported.
And by the way, there is a blind study about how surgery for carpal tunnel is not only ineffective but inadvisable. A small hospital thought it would put itself on the map when it discovered there had been no study to establish how effective the surgery was. They sure did put themselves on the map! Their study proved what a bad idea it was!
Number Three Experience of the Glories of Echinacea:
Allergies are an overactive immune system. People are always saying 'Don't take echinacea for more than two weeks because it could suppress the immune system.' Where the authority for this is, I don't know. But, suppose it is true: Suppressing the immune system is sometimes what you want; there are pharmaceuticals for that purpose. Inflammation is sometimes an overactive immune response too. Anyway, if you use echinacea for your carpal tunnel, you stand to lose your allergies along with your achy wrist. This applies to hay fever type allergies, and may apply to contact and food allergies as well.
If you wonder which echinacea to use—purpura or augustifolia—just buy a pound of powder of each and mix the two. Whenever you wonder 'which,' remember 'both.' That is a general principle to live by, especially if you include 'neither' in the list of choices.
Ducks' Capacity for the Enjoyment of Life Surpasses Humans'
Ducks' Capacity for the Enjoyment of Life
Surpasses Humans'
Here is a picture of ducks who have been slimed by the latest oil spill. They are doomed, and the water they float in is doomed. But here they are doing what ducks do, up until the very last breath of their lives. They have no horror on their faces, just a relaxed but miserable expression. They know. They are resigned.
They know but they do not question or rail against the injustice of their fate. The patience in their manner is evident. So is the fact they are numbed to the situation. Just a few hours or days ago, life was just ducky. And now it's all over but the shouting, buddies. So let's not shout. No one is going to save us, so let's close this chapter of our lives with some dignity, some beauty. See you over there later.
We humans feel we are facing our doom, too—most of us have that dreadful anticipation that these are the last of our days. But we feel tense, kicking ourselves for not saving up, not voting 'the right way,' or some such thing, as if there were a right way to vote, as if our vote accomplished something, as if saving up would make some real difference. We are in some apprehensive state of mind even though nothing has happened yet. We are not enjoying what we have now, as the black ducks are doing.
Sometimes a capacity for thought is a disadvantage. Sometimes not thinking is wisdom. Sometimes using every last ounce of gratitude for what we still have pays off. Sometimes we should just feel, feel the best way we can, because the stress of worrying about what's gonna be just makes it worse.
So let's kick back and do what takes our minds off of things while we still can.
Surpasses Humans'
Here is a picture of ducks who have been slimed by the latest oil spill. They are doomed, and the water they float in is doomed. But here they are doing what ducks do, up until the very last breath of their lives. They have no horror on their faces, just a relaxed but miserable expression. They know. They are resigned.
They know but they do not question or rail against the injustice of their fate. The patience in their manner is evident. So is the fact they are numbed to the situation. Just a few hours or days ago, life was just ducky. And now it's all over but the shouting, buddies. So let's not shout. No one is going to save us, so let's close this chapter of our lives with some dignity, some beauty. See you over there later.
We humans feel we are facing our doom, too—most of us have that dreadful anticipation that these are the last of our days. But we feel tense, kicking ourselves for not saving up, not voting 'the right way,' or some such thing, as if there were a right way to vote, as if our vote accomplished something, as if saving up would make some real difference. We are in some apprehensive state of mind even though nothing has happened yet. We are not enjoying what we have now, as the black ducks are doing.
Sometimes a capacity for thought is a disadvantage. Sometimes not thinking is wisdom. Sometimes using every last ounce of gratitude for what we still have pays off. Sometimes we should just feel, feel the best way we can, because the stress of worrying about what's gonna be just makes it worse.
So let's kick back and do what takes our minds off of things while we still can.
Success, The First Step: How George Got out of the Ghetto
Success: The First Step,
How George got out of the Ghetto
Here is this book that was old in l959. George Washington Carver (the renowned head professor of the Agriculture Department at Tuskegee University; researcher into, and promoter of, alternative crops to cotton in the Reconstruction South; a man openly praised by President Theodore Roosevelt) was born a slave, and was a sickly child to boot. In the book, he is being interviewed as to what started him on his path from that ghetto predicament to being the famous scientist.
He said it all started with cleaning a cabin. The woman who ran the place where he was a young slave told him if he got this filthy dwelling place clean, he would be an indoor worker. But 'it really has to be clean, George. Call me when you have finished, and I will inspect your work.' She was favoring him. He describes being awed by her, the smell of her clothes, and really wanting to please her. She was from another world to him. George was born in l894, so this scene happened a little after 1900. He describes cleaning the place and proudly calling her.
'Oh, no. This isn't clean. See over there, see that.' George describes his insight into what 'clean' was: a whole new concept. He did as she instructed, and then cleaned some more things on his own. Surely now, he will have succeeded.
'Well George, that is much better, but you forgot the window sill, and those covers have to be removed to the laundry.' George describes a new level of consciousness within himself, an epiphany if you will. He says he sat down and really contemplated the situation with all his might: what 'clean' is. Each and every item in the cabin, and each and every square inch of the cabin, had to be nothing but 'cabin.' He saw several things she had still not mentioned.
This time he took a long time. Hours. He was energized, he says. He was in an altered state. And this time when he called the lady, she praised his work, said it was truly clean, and gave him that promotion.
That is where his success started, George Washington Carver reports in this old interview.
This is the man who made it his destiny to better the lives of subsistence farmers in the South. He researched what crops would put the nitrogen back into the overfarmed soil for them, he developed a training program to implement the crop rotation, and he developed peanut and sweet potato varieties for that purpose, then went farther to develop more than 300 products just for peanuts and 118 for sweet potatoes.
He bettered the lives of those around him. He was so far ahead of his time he promoted peanut oil as a biofuel.
He would probably still have been a success if the lady hadn't asked him to clean the cabin, but that, he says, is the way it actually did happen: That was the actual turning point.
How George got out of the Ghetto
Here is this book that was old in l959. George Washington Carver (the renowned head professor of the Agriculture Department at Tuskegee University; researcher into, and promoter of, alternative crops to cotton in the Reconstruction South; a man openly praised by President Theodore Roosevelt) was born a slave, and was a sickly child to boot. In the book, he is being interviewed as to what started him on his path from that ghetto predicament to being the famous scientist.
He said it all started with cleaning a cabin. The woman who ran the place where he was a young slave told him if he got this filthy dwelling place clean, he would be an indoor worker. But 'it really has to be clean, George. Call me when you have finished, and I will inspect your work.' She was favoring him. He describes being awed by her, the smell of her clothes, and really wanting to please her. She was from another world to him. George was born in l894, so this scene happened a little after 1900. He describes cleaning the place and proudly calling her.
'Oh, no. This isn't clean. See over there, see that.' George describes his insight into what 'clean' was: a whole new concept. He did as she instructed, and then cleaned some more things on his own. Surely now, he will have succeeded.
'Well George, that is much better, but you forgot the window sill, and those covers have to be removed to the laundry.' George describes a new level of consciousness within himself, an epiphany if you will. He says he sat down and really contemplated the situation with all his might: what 'clean' is. Each and every item in the cabin, and each and every square inch of the cabin, had to be nothing but 'cabin.' He saw several things she had still not mentioned.
This time he took a long time. Hours. He was energized, he says. He was in an altered state. And this time when he called the lady, she praised his work, said it was truly clean, and gave him that promotion.
That is where his success started, George Washington Carver reports in this old interview.
This is the man who made it his destiny to better the lives of subsistence farmers in the South. He researched what crops would put the nitrogen back into the overfarmed soil for them, he developed a training program to implement the crop rotation, and he developed peanut and sweet potato varieties for that purpose, then went farther to develop more than 300 products just for peanuts and 118 for sweet potatoes.
He bettered the lives of those around him. He was so far ahead of his time he promoted peanut oil as a biofuel.
He would probably still have been a success if the lady hadn't asked him to clean the cabin, but that, he says, is the way it actually did happen: That was the actual turning point.
The Mystic Path Out of the Box, Into Spiritual Power
The Mystic Path Out of the Box
and Into Spiritual Power:
Experiences, Sensations and Symptoms of Being On The Path;
Language as a Factor
(This is a treatise; it is not light or ordinary reading. I am trying to be clear as I write this, nevertheless it is long and is unfamiliar territory.)
The categories that human languages lock things into in our minds stifle creative thinking and block extrasensory perception. The categories are the 'box' to 'think out of.' Language fetters awareness:
*Most people won't think of or even sense something they have no words for.
*We dream of things we have no language for (a color without shape, a form without an outline) and therefore cannot retrieve the dream.
*When a foreign concept blossoms, we put Galileo on trial for his life in our heads.
*In some (obscure) languages, the forms of words (as in the conjugations of verbs, and what pronouns refer to) are not by time and gender; they are, say, by physical distance one is away (from the speaker), or the degree of family closeness, or a person's rank. Wrap your head around that one!
*Before the age of two, before language, our minds are structured parallel to 'out there.' That is why psychic perception and psychic experiences are so common and so accurate in very young children. They receive mental telepathy as pictures.
*At the age of two, when we are being indoctrinated with categories and labels, we are frustrated and cranky: We are railing against putting the system into place that changes the valid way we experience reality.
*After the age of two, once we have been reprogrammed to categorize—by naming and labeling things in our language--our inner being rails against whatever goes against the grain of the way we have those labels arranged.
Animals do sense what is going to happen and what is happening. Not having language in their brains is a factor that allows them this awareness. They were never two-year-olds who had to learn the cat is an animal, you are a person, the washtub is a thing, and the sand is something made out of a lot of things. No such distinctions clutter their awareness!
The mystic path includes training to deprogram one's mind of these blocks. The training is 'merely' experiences, many of which occur in sleep, dream state or trance. Mystics in training experience a feeling of 'stripping away' as well as an awareness of new input into the mind. The awareness of new input does not always include the input itself: You just know you received 'some stuff' at first.
At some point in the training, one sometimes perceives directly as animals do, and one's mind does revert toward the system one was born with, which is that each item is its own entity, and the connections that make the meaning are just that: the connections. Yes, during the reverting, one tends to experience the same irritation and disorientation two-year-olds feel when their psyches are headed the other direction.
After the reverting, one can 'float' an idea over the entire contents of consciousness and up comes whatever is connected to that in any way. Effortlessly.
After the reverting, the cat is no longer an animal unless the subject is the difference between a person and an animal; the washtub is no longer a thing unless the subject is the difference between a person and a thing; and the sand is no longer one thing made out of a lot of things unless the subject is the difference between a singleton and a group item. In other words, distinctions occur only as connections are made!
The purpose of the training is to get our minds back into sync with 'out there,' so we can be a connection and can make connections directly between the different planes of 'out there' and our world, in order that some things be accomplished quickly.
Oracles (Delphi. Nostradamus.) often fracture language: Their direct perception of idea without the compartmentalization language must necessarily impose is a factor there.
To one extent or another, mystical training does blend the conscious, subconscious and superconscious—or whatever you want to call these nebulous things—into one mind.
Usually mystical training occurs when the individual is receptive to it and ready for it: It is a natural unfolding, a level of maturity (the level of maturity at which ones loses one's greed and one's fear). But, if you want to force or to expedite this level of awareness, here's how: Grow up! Lose the 'wah,' lose your 'entitlement,' quitcherbitchin', quit 'understanding' evildoers and quit making excuses for the trespasses you and others do: 'Call a spade a spade,' not to be obnoxious but to look the facts in the face as they are. Don't kid yourself. Do not flatter yourself especially, because you can't take off from where you haven't landed: If you imagine you are in lofty Seattle and you want to go to Fort Lauderdale, it is too bad if you are really in lowly Key West—it's a big ocean you will be lost in.
A handbook for the process of preparing yourself for spiritual power is the book Way of Perfection written by St. Teresa d'Avila or St. Teresa of the Little Flower. The book is written as private instruction between herself and her nuns on gaining spiritual power. The writing in it is plainer, as contrasted to her obfuscated Interior Castle, which was written at the behest of the leaders of the Inquisition. In The Way of Perfection the writer asks how come we don't protest injustice when it benefits us? And makes the point that pettinesses are capital sins to spirituality. That point is in details! Another relevant book, a really deep one, is Dion Fortune's Training and Work of an Initiate. A modern book is Ordinary People as Monks and Mystics by Marsha Sinetar. It brings comfort to a person on the mystic path because It is the biographies and autobiographies of others on the path and how they are living.
Sensing parallels; seeing patterns; picking up telltale voice signatures in people, animals and spirits; awareness of causations without consciously observing effect first: These are some of the more easily identified new abilities that happen when the 'stripping away' and 'input' mentioned above is fairly advanced. At this level of training one has what seem to be psychic talents (and more), but no 'spirit guides,' no 'voices in the head' and no 'seeing things' that are characteristic of psychics as a group, no 'weird stuff' generally.
There are some weird sensations at some stages of mystical training, things like
*feeling feathery or heavy
*feeling large or small;
*thingslike being aware of everything happening on the planet at a given split-second; being aware of every time a particular thing has happened ever;
*or like the air is heavy, green and waterlike-- but these symptoms are very minor, and do not persist.
Mystical training occurs when the individual's mind develops a reception to it: It is a natural unfolding, a level of maturity. Speaking of labels, most people who are experiencing these levels of perception do not label them as mysticism or spiritual maturity, or even separate the experiences from life events; they just feel they have a different 'slant on things' and 'maybe I'm crazy.' No robed figure intones that you are now a mystic: That ain't where it's at!
Concepts in mass consciousness and myth (concepts such as right and wrong, such as ideals of 'freedom,' 'fairness,' 'democracy') exist at the mystic level. Group minds are there. So is mass consciousness. As a mystic, you may be working with these things, working on that level. You may also be doing combat at that level, if that is your calling. (Propaganda reaches—from its gutter—to motivate on the level of mass consciousness, often falling amusingly short.)
The psychic awareness and psychic abilities that arise from reaching the level of understanding we call 'mystic' are useful for practical purposes such as identifying patterns and motives in an individual's life, in current events, in history; and foretelling what will happen.
The most effective commonly used tools for divination reflect stereotypes or typical scenes in the mass consciousness of a culture in a general way. When these scenes are applied to the specific matter under consideration or specific question, the psychic's mind is forced to think intuitively and conclude intuitively on the mystic level. The scenes are pictures, which transcend language, which gets the psychic's mind into where causation occurs. Of course, the message has to be translated back into human language: That is the psychic's job.
Tarot can be a door to mystical thinking because frequently using the stereotypes and typical scenes depicted on the cards forces you to think in those terms and apply them to your life. That kind of logic rubs off on you.
You can demonstrate how tarot, for example, works, by taking anything based on common awareness—let's say traffic signs or cartoon figures or even sitcom characters—and applying the images or pictures of those to questions or situations to get an analysis or an answer. Eventually, you will work out meanings that function. This experiment has been done.
I will be writing a sequel to this missive regarding tarot, beginning with the matter in the last three paragraphs here.
and Into Spiritual Power:
Experiences, Sensations and Symptoms of Being On The Path;
Language as a Factor
(This is a treatise; it is not light or ordinary reading. I am trying to be clear as I write this, nevertheless it is long and is unfamiliar territory.)
The categories that human languages lock things into in our minds stifle creative thinking and block extrasensory perception. The categories are the 'box' to 'think out of.' Language fetters awareness:
*Most people won't think of or even sense something they have no words for.
*We dream of things we have no language for (a color without shape, a form without an outline) and therefore cannot retrieve the dream.
*When a foreign concept blossoms, we put Galileo on trial for his life in our heads.
*In some (obscure) languages, the forms of words (as in the conjugations of verbs, and what pronouns refer to) are not by time and gender; they are, say, by physical distance one is away (from the speaker), or the degree of family closeness, or a person's rank. Wrap your head around that one!
*Before the age of two, before language, our minds are structured parallel to 'out there.' That is why psychic perception and psychic experiences are so common and so accurate in very young children. They receive mental telepathy as pictures.
*At the age of two, when we are being indoctrinated with categories and labels, we are frustrated and cranky: We are railing against putting the system into place that changes the valid way we experience reality.
*After the age of two, once we have been reprogrammed to categorize—by naming and labeling things in our language--our inner being rails against whatever goes against the grain of the way we have those labels arranged.
Animals do sense what is going to happen and what is happening. Not having language in their brains is a factor that allows them this awareness. They were never two-year-olds who had to learn the cat is an animal, you are a person, the washtub is a thing, and the sand is something made out of a lot of things. No such distinctions clutter their awareness!
The mystic path includes training to deprogram one's mind of these blocks. The training is 'merely' experiences, many of which occur in sleep, dream state or trance. Mystics in training experience a feeling of 'stripping away' as well as an awareness of new input into the mind. The awareness of new input does not always include the input itself: You just know you received 'some stuff' at first.
At some point in the training, one sometimes perceives directly as animals do, and one's mind does revert toward the system one was born with, which is that each item is its own entity, and the connections that make the meaning are just that: the connections. Yes, during the reverting, one tends to experience the same irritation and disorientation two-year-olds feel when their psyches are headed the other direction.
After the reverting, one can 'float' an idea over the entire contents of consciousness and up comes whatever is connected to that in any way. Effortlessly.
After the reverting, the cat is no longer an animal unless the subject is the difference between a person and an animal; the washtub is no longer a thing unless the subject is the difference between a person and a thing; and the sand is no longer one thing made out of a lot of things unless the subject is the difference between a singleton and a group item. In other words, distinctions occur only as connections are made!
The purpose of the training is to get our minds back into sync with 'out there,' so we can be a connection and can make connections directly between the different planes of 'out there' and our world, in order that some things be accomplished quickly.
Oracles (Delphi. Nostradamus.) often fracture language: Their direct perception of idea without the compartmentalization language must necessarily impose is a factor there.
To one extent or another, mystical training does blend the conscious, subconscious and superconscious—or whatever you want to call these nebulous things—into one mind.
Usually mystical training occurs when the individual is receptive to it and ready for it: It is a natural unfolding, a level of maturity (the level of maturity at which ones loses one's greed and one's fear). But, if you want to force or to expedite this level of awareness, here's how: Grow up! Lose the 'wah,' lose your 'entitlement,' quitcherbitchin', quit 'understanding' evildoers and quit making excuses for the trespasses you and others do: 'Call a spade a spade,' not to be obnoxious but to look the facts in the face as they are. Don't kid yourself. Do not flatter yourself especially, because you can't take off from where you haven't landed: If you imagine you are in lofty Seattle and you want to go to Fort Lauderdale, it is too bad if you are really in lowly Key West—it's a big ocean you will be lost in.
A handbook for the process of preparing yourself for spiritual power is the book Way of Perfection written by St. Teresa d'Avila or St. Teresa of the Little Flower. The book is written as private instruction between herself and her nuns on gaining spiritual power. The writing in it is plainer, as contrasted to her obfuscated Interior Castle, which was written at the behest of the leaders of the Inquisition. In The Way of Perfection the writer asks how come we don't protest injustice when it benefits us? And makes the point that pettinesses are capital sins to spirituality. That point is in details! Another relevant book, a really deep one, is Dion Fortune's Training and Work of an Initiate. A modern book is Ordinary People as Monks and Mystics by Marsha Sinetar. It brings comfort to a person on the mystic path because It is the biographies and autobiographies of others on the path and how they are living.
Sensing parallels; seeing patterns; picking up telltale voice signatures in people, animals and spirits; awareness of causations without consciously observing effect first: These are some of the more easily identified new abilities that happen when the 'stripping away' and 'input' mentioned above is fairly advanced. At this level of training one has what seem to be psychic talents (and more), but no 'spirit guides,' no 'voices in the head' and no 'seeing things' that are characteristic of psychics as a group, no 'weird stuff' generally.
There are some weird sensations at some stages of mystical training, things like
*feeling feathery or heavy
*feeling large or small;
*thingslike being aware of everything happening on the planet at a given split-second; being aware of every time a particular thing has happened ever;
*or like the air is heavy, green and waterlike-- but these symptoms are very minor, and do not persist.
Mystical training occurs when the individual's mind develops a reception to it: It is a natural unfolding, a level of maturity. Speaking of labels, most people who are experiencing these levels of perception do not label them as mysticism or spiritual maturity, or even separate the experiences from life events; they just feel they have a different 'slant on things' and 'maybe I'm crazy.' No robed figure intones that you are now a mystic: That ain't where it's at!
Concepts in mass consciousness and myth (concepts such as right and wrong, such as ideals of 'freedom,' 'fairness,' 'democracy') exist at the mystic level. Group minds are there. So is mass consciousness. As a mystic, you may be working with these things, working on that level. You may also be doing combat at that level, if that is your calling. (Propaganda reaches—from its gutter—to motivate on the level of mass consciousness, often falling amusingly short.)
The psychic awareness and psychic abilities that arise from reaching the level of understanding we call 'mystic' are useful for practical purposes such as identifying patterns and motives in an individual's life, in current events, in history; and foretelling what will happen.
The most effective commonly used tools for divination reflect stereotypes or typical scenes in the mass consciousness of a culture in a general way. When these scenes are applied to the specific matter under consideration or specific question, the psychic's mind is forced to think intuitively and conclude intuitively on the mystic level. The scenes are pictures, which transcend language, which gets the psychic's mind into where causation occurs. Of course, the message has to be translated back into human language: That is the psychic's job.
Tarot can be a door to mystical thinking because frequently using the stereotypes and typical scenes depicted on the cards forces you to think in those terms and apply them to your life. That kind of logic rubs off on you.
You can demonstrate how tarot, for example, works, by taking anything based on common awareness—let's say traffic signs or cartoon figures or even sitcom characters—and applying the images or pictures of those to questions or situations to get an analysis or an answer. Eventually, you will work out meanings that function. This experiment has been done.
I will be writing a sequel to this missive regarding tarot, beginning with the matter in the last three paragraphs here.
Mystical Development: Illness Accompanies It
Mystical Development:
Illness Accompanies It
The making of American Indian shamans includes illness, sometimes serious illness: It is a common thread in their biographies, and also in the biographies of well-known mystic saints. You don't have to be a shaman or a saint for sickness to be part of your spiritual training; it is a phase in the development of ordinary mortals who are getting onto the path.
*One can speculate that the illness really comes first and puts a person in a different frame of mind, such as when one has fevers for months on end, that it is simply therefore part of the destiny.
*One can speculate that focusing the body's consciousness 'out there' strains the system and produces symptoms until adjustment happens.
*One can even speculate that illnesses in general predispose a person to spiritual consciousness,
*or even that the reorganization that takes place in the brain when one begins intense spirituality indirectly produces maladies. Research on this speculation is unlikely. (The individuals in the biographies are not sickly people to begin with; they go through a phase of malaise and pass out of it eventually.)
Plan for life disruptions of various sorts as you turn off the main highway of mass consciousness to go onto the Spiritual Path Expressway. You will be becoming someone else while taking care of your usual business; that is enough to deal with. But plan also for the eventuality of forced downtime as you go through all the rest of it.
After the baby is born, you forget the pain.
Illness Accompanies It
The making of American Indian shamans includes illness, sometimes serious illness: It is a common thread in their biographies, and also in the biographies of well-known mystic saints. You don't have to be a shaman or a saint for sickness to be part of your spiritual training; it is a phase in the development of ordinary mortals who are getting onto the path.
*One can speculate that the illness really comes first and puts a person in a different frame of mind, such as when one has fevers for months on end, that it is simply therefore part of the destiny.
*One can speculate that focusing the body's consciousness 'out there' strains the system and produces symptoms until adjustment happens.
*One can even speculate that illnesses in general predispose a person to spiritual consciousness,
*or even that the reorganization that takes place in the brain when one begins intense spirituality indirectly produces maladies. Research on this speculation is unlikely. (The individuals in the biographies are not sickly people to begin with; they go through a phase of malaise and pass out of it eventually.)
Plan for life disruptions of various sorts as you turn off the main highway of mass consciousness to go onto the Spiritual Path Expressway. You will be becoming someone else while taking care of your usual business; that is enough to deal with. But plan also for the eventuality of forced downtime as you go through all the rest of it.
After the baby is born, you forget the pain.
The Zucchini-from-Hell, A Heavenly Recipe for Them.
Where I live, in the dead of night people whose gardens have produced many of those monster zucchini will sneak onto the doorsteps of their neighbors and leave them like motherless children. Here is a recipe to make easy and fantastic use of one or more of the monsters.
Got a steamer? If not put a colander or large strainer that fits a pot into it in such a way the handles of the colander/strainer keep it from falling in. Now a lid will fit loosely because of the insert. Now you have a steamer!
Cut the monster in half the long way, lengthwise. Cut it into bite sized pieces, skin and all. Next, peel an onion (Cut one end partly off, then continue with the knife, cutting the other end all the way off, until you come back to the beginning point. Then pull the two round 'cheeks' off. It's peeled.) and cut in in half, then cut each half into chunks: This is accomplished by making equidistant slices three or four times, first one way and then the other.
Put the onion chunks on top of the zucchini chunks. If you have some curry, your body will thank you for sprinkling some on top of the onions. It does not add to the taste of this recipe, it is optional.
Put the lid on. In about 20 to 25 minutes, it's done. But you aren't finished yet-- unless you want to be, because this is already pretty good eating.
Open perhaps two cans of stewed tomatoes. Put them in a large nonstick pot, no lid on. Put your zucchini-onion mix in the company of the stewed tomato.
Heat.
Eat.
Not bad: No fat, no pot to scrub, low calorie, vegetables all, and not much trouble.
Got a steamer? If not put a colander or large strainer that fits a pot into it in such a way the handles of the colander/strainer keep it from falling in. Now a lid will fit loosely because of the insert. Now you have a steamer!
Cut the monster in half the long way, lengthwise. Cut it into bite sized pieces, skin and all. Next, peel an onion (Cut one end partly off, then continue with the knife, cutting the other end all the way off, until you come back to the beginning point. Then pull the two round 'cheeks' off. It's peeled.) and cut in in half, then cut each half into chunks: This is accomplished by making equidistant slices three or four times, first one way and then the other.
Put the onion chunks on top of the zucchini chunks. If you have some curry, your body will thank you for sprinkling some on top of the onions. It does not add to the taste of this recipe, it is optional.
Put the lid on. In about 20 to 25 minutes, it's done. But you aren't finished yet-- unless you want to be, because this is already pretty good eating.
Open perhaps two cans of stewed tomatoes. Put them in a large nonstick pot, no lid on. Put your zucchini-onion mix in the company of the stewed tomato.
Heat.
Eat.
Not bad: No fat, no pot to scrub, low calorie, vegetables all, and not much trouble.
Monday, August 31, 2009
Sloppy Joe as a Health Food???
Tough red meat cut into bite-sized pieces is what this recipe calls for.
You don't have to brown this meat, but you can. If you do, simply pour your favorite cooking oil into either a larger frying pan or one with higher sides that is as large in diameter as the fry pan, and move the meat around with a spatula, using medium to high heat. If you don't, just put the chunks of meat in the pot.
Peel a HEAD of jumbo garlic (Yes, you don't have to, no one will know in this recipe!) and put it in a blender. Pour in Lea and Perrins Woocestershire sauce. That is liquid in a paper-covered bottle, and is one of those things that you accept no substitute. Pour the black liquid just under the level of the garlic. 'Liquefy' is the setting to use, or the highest setting if it doesn't say 'liquefy.' If you are not using a blender, get the liquid and the solid as close to one entity as you can.
Pour this sludge over the meat. Stir for a while. When the heat has built up enough that you hear mating noises in the pan, pour burgundy wine high enough to cover all meat parts. Reduce the heat to simmer what is in the pot: probably low heat or just above. The wine should be nice and cheap, maybe from a jug. Keep an eye on your kingdom here: Test how soft the meat is getting. As long as it isn't soft, keep pouring the wine in over its head. It doesn't matter how much wine goes in - not a bit, or how long it takes to cook it down. Sooner or later, this mixture will become Sloppy Joe consistency.
This dish won't taste like garlic or Woostershire sauce, but it will be pungent. A little is filling.
This should be served over rice or noodles or buns. Steamed onions on top of it would be a palate-cleansing good thing.
You don't have to brown this meat, but you can. If you do, simply pour your favorite cooking oil into either a larger frying pan or one with higher sides that is as large in diameter as the fry pan, and move the meat around with a spatula, using medium to high heat. If you don't, just put the chunks of meat in the pot.
Peel a HEAD of jumbo garlic (Yes, you don't have to, no one will know in this recipe!) and put it in a blender. Pour in Lea and Perrins Woocestershire sauce. That is liquid in a paper-covered bottle, and is one of those things that you accept no substitute. Pour the black liquid just under the level of the garlic. 'Liquefy' is the setting to use, or the highest setting if it doesn't say 'liquefy.' If you are not using a blender, get the liquid and the solid as close to one entity as you can.
Pour this sludge over the meat. Stir for a while. When the heat has built up enough that you hear mating noises in the pan, pour burgundy wine high enough to cover all meat parts. Reduce the heat to simmer what is in the pot: probably low heat or just above. The wine should be nice and cheap, maybe from a jug. Keep an eye on your kingdom here: Test how soft the meat is getting. As long as it isn't soft, keep pouring the wine in over its head. It doesn't matter how much wine goes in - not a bit, or how long it takes to cook it down. Sooner or later, this mixture will become Sloppy Joe consistency.
This dish won't taste like garlic or Woostershire sauce, but it will be pungent. A little is filling.
This should be served over rice or noodles or buns. Steamed onions on top of it would be a palate-cleansing good thing.
Menopause: When You Stop Bleeding, You Start Breathing
Girls, you can cross 'change of life' off your bugaboo list right now!
As a counselor to women, I have yet to meet one dame who has been through it already who isn't happy to see those fertile days go. Menopause is kind of like pregnancy that way: Once the bleeding is over, you don't remember it any more and you're happy with the result. The way it is the opposite of pregnancy is obvious: You are free from attachment. You might just be ready to divorce and settle down with the person you like most: yourself!
And you don't need a dude, but you know what to do with him, and do it well, should one come along. This is one of the main reasons most dudes prefer younger women: Old dames are savvy; are hard sells. Older dames are more likely to have heard those lines a few times, and less likely to fall for the sales pitch: Not needing attention from the opposite gender, they can afford to be very choosy indeed because, after all, the man in their life is a luxury, not a necessity. Older dames expect him to get that horse up the glass mountian because they re the king's daughter; not that he is Prince Charming.
By the time she is 50ish, she usually has the stuff and the life she needs. She is not looking for a bill payer, most likely, but a companion. She is more likely to be content, and more likely feeling much healthier.
Best of all, often at this time in a woman's life, neurotic concerns about her looks, her weight, how she compares to other females in her circle, are so diminished as to be halfway nonexistent compared to what they were.
And she has thirty or so years to go on average: More years ahead than childbearing and school days combined!
As a counselor to women, I have yet to meet one dame who has been through it already who isn't happy to see those fertile days go. Menopause is kind of like pregnancy that way: Once the bleeding is over, you don't remember it any more and you're happy with the result. The way it is the opposite of pregnancy is obvious: You are free from attachment. You might just be ready to divorce and settle down with the person you like most: yourself!
And you don't need a dude, but you know what to do with him, and do it well, should one come along. This is one of the main reasons most dudes prefer younger women: Old dames are savvy; are hard sells. Older dames are more likely to have heard those lines a few times, and less likely to fall for the sales pitch: Not needing attention from the opposite gender, they can afford to be very choosy indeed because, after all, the man in their life is a luxury, not a necessity. Older dames expect him to get that horse up the glass mountian because they re the king's daughter; not that he is Prince Charming.
By the time she is 50ish, she usually has the stuff and the life she needs. She is not looking for a bill payer, most likely, but a companion. She is more likely to be content, and more likely feeling much healthier.
Best of all, often at this time in a woman's life, neurotic concerns about her looks, her weight, how she compares to other females in her circle, are so diminished as to be halfway nonexistent compared to what they were.
And she has thirty or so years to go on average: More years ahead than childbearing and school days combined!
The Placebo Effect: Claim It As Your Own
The laws of random distribution are not some theory; they are principles written in the same stone as the laws of physics. Actuaries, persons who calculate chances of things for a living, base your insurance premiums on the FACT that, when there is a hazard that could cause a disaster, the disaster actually happens only once in ten or eleven times. Risk management applies the same principle with an eye to preventing the disaster. This placebo effect is always there, reliably operating in the background.
Here is how the principle is applied. The risk manager of an airline knows that if the cargo door is compromised in flight, the vessel will crash if the hydraulic lines are damaged as a result of the door problem. Five incident reports of the door problem are on her desk. No hydraulic lines were hurt, and no crash has happened. The risk manager's call to action is to fix that door situation immediately on every airplane in the fleet every way that can be done. Why? Because only five or six incidents are left before a crash is due to happen. She knows the insurance carrier will be 'all over her' for not preventing the disaster in time, because that entity too operates on the laws of random distribution and its placebo principle; and those incident reports will be part of its investigation if there is a crash.
People are always saying "How could God let this happen?" when there's a catastrophe.* Well, nine or ten times, it didn't happen; and this is that next time. I propose the placebo effect is an underlying blessing built into earth events (I can't postulate for other locales, you know.) that, despite its hazards, only so much grief will actually happen here on our planet. ('God protects fools and drunks' might be a subdivision of this law.)
I further propose that you claim that underlying blessing specifically built into earth events - claim it individually for yourself as if it were there to be picked up and used, there for you to claim your share of it. Uh, it is: If you reasonably believe a certain behavior will fix the situation, and you do it, the situation will probably resolve itself.
Here is how the principle that believing something will fix it fixes it operates - three examples. The first is: Have you ever noticed that when you think of the perfect squelch or the perfect comeback to a repeating annoying situation, that situation never arises again? - that you don't get to apply your brilliant idea? This seems to be an unwritten law of the universe too. It too operates reliably: You solve the aggravating circumstance in your head, and it disappears from your everyday reality. Whether you had 'that look in your eye' that prevented the recurrence doesn't maatter: The principle operates.
The second example of 'If you reasonably believe a certain behavior will fix the situation, and you do it, the situation will probably resolve itself' is the fact that a percentage of people experience the benefit of pretend treatment in blind studies because of that pesky placebo effect. Sometimes the placeo effect benefit is stronger than the benefit of the testied real substance. Sometimes more people in the group get better without the medicine they think they are taking. (Hmmm, isn't that called faith?) My favorite instance of faith healing in the laboratory is the fact that many more women in the control group of a famous substance you paste on your scalp to grow hair did grow their hair than any others in all the test groups of that substance. The product is on the market now and is not recommended for dames.
The third example is that Janet, a restaurant owner, asked her psychic aabout her income; and each time over a period of some months, the psychic mentioned a recipe for lentil soup - a really good recipe. Her restaurant, she felt, was not the type to serve that. Janet took notes. She noticed the three mentions of the same recipe in those notes. She thought of the Bible story about the fellow whose sheep multiplied when he followed divine instructions . . . that did not work for other people's sheep. Maybe this was such an occasion, Janet postulated. She made the soup. It sold out quickly. And every time Janet made the soup, which was not on the menu and not advertised, she had about three times the customers and the soup sold out. She made it often, and it worked every time. Her restaurant was in an office building, and had elaborate smell barriers, so it wasn't the wafting of lentil perfum that drew the folks; it was word of mouth, it ws th placebo effect, and, yes, maybe it was my great recipe. But I did not remember telling her that recipe at all: It was she who put two and two together and came up with income. The kind of thing Janet experienced is a type of thing that happens all the time.
Are you thinking this does not make sense, how could it be? I thought so. Here is a reminder that reality often doesn't make sense; and that you can get mentally ill assuming it does and adjusting your thinking accordingly.
There are many examples of placebo miracles but no one has thought to harness the force, or even to recognize it as a force. (If someone wants to, I have a great and honest moneymaking idea along these lines!)
*Few people remember a gospel story in which people came to Jesus about a wall that had just fallen on people, killing them. "Were they the worst sinners in all Jerusalem?" "No," Jesus replied, "stuff just happens." Most religious people protest against this, "That's not in MY Bible."
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Here is how the principle is applied. The risk manager of an airline knows that if the cargo door is compromised in flight, the vessel will crash if the hydraulic lines are damaged as a result of the door problem. Five incident reports of the door problem are on her desk. No hydraulic lines were hurt, and no crash has happened. The risk manager's call to action is to fix that door situation immediately on every airplane in the fleet every way that can be done. Why? Because only five or six incidents are left before a crash is due to happen. She knows the insurance carrier will be 'all over her' for not preventing the disaster in time, because that entity too operates on the laws of random distribution and its placebo principle; and those incident reports will be part of its investigation if there is a crash.
People are always saying "How could God let this happen?" when there's a catastrophe.* Well, nine or ten times, it didn't happen; and this is that next time. I propose the placebo effect is an underlying blessing built into earth events (I can't postulate for other locales, you know.) that, despite its hazards, only so much grief will actually happen here on our planet. ('God protects fools and drunks' might be a subdivision of this law.)
I further propose that you claim that underlying blessing specifically built into earth events - claim it individually for yourself as if it were there to be picked up and used, there for you to claim your share of it. Uh, it is: If you reasonably believe a certain behavior will fix the situation, and you do it, the situation will probably resolve itself.
Here is how the principle that believing something will fix it fixes it operates - three examples. The first is: Have you ever noticed that when you think of the perfect squelch or the perfect comeback to a repeating annoying situation, that situation never arises again? - that you don't get to apply your brilliant idea? This seems to be an unwritten law of the universe too. It too operates reliably: You solve the aggravating circumstance in your head, and it disappears from your everyday reality. Whether you had 'that look in your eye' that prevented the recurrence doesn't maatter: The principle operates.
The second example of 'If you reasonably believe a certain behavior will fix the situation, and you do it, the situation will probably resolve itself' is the fact that a percentage of people experience the benefit of pretend treatment in blind studies because of that pesky placebo effect. Sometimes the placeo effect benefit is stronger than the benefit of the testied real substance. Sometimes more people in the group get better without the medicine they think they are taking. (Hmmm, isn't that called faith?) My favorite instance of faith healing in the laboratory is the fact that many more women in the control group of a famous substance you paste on your scalp to grow hair did grow their hair than any others in all the test groups of that substance. The product is on the market now and is not recommended for dames.
The third example is that Janet, a restaurant owner, asked her psychic aabout her income; and each time over a period of some months, the psychic mentioned a recipe for lentil soup - a really good recipe. Her restaurant, she felt, was not the type to serve that. Janet took notes. She noticed the three mentions of the same recipe in those notes. She thought of the Bible story about the fellow whose sheep multiplied when he followed divine instructions . . . that did not work for other people's sheep. Maybe this was such an occasion, Janet postulated. She made the soup. It sold out quickly. And every time Janet made the soup, which was not on the menu and not advertised, she had about three times the customers and the soup sold out. She made it often, and it worked every time. Her restaurant was in an office building, and had elaborate smell barriers, so it wasn't the wafting of lentil perfum that drew the folks; it was word of mouth, it ws th placebo effect, and, yes, maybe it was my great recipe. But I did not remember telling her that recipe at all: It was she who put two and two together and came up with income. The kind of thing Janet experienced is a type of thing that happens all the time.
Are you thinking this does not make sense, how could it be? I thought so. Here is a reminder that reality often doesn't make sense; and that you can get mentally ill assuming it does and adjusting your thinking accordingly.
There are many examples of placebo miracles but no one has thought to harness the force, or even to recognize it as a force. (If someone wants to, I have a great and honest moneymaking idea along these lines!)
*Few people remember a gospel story in which people came to Jesus about a wall that had just fallen on people, killing them. "Were they the worst sinners in all Jerusalem?" "No," Jesus replied, "stuff just happens." Most religious people protest against this, "That's not in MY Bible."
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The Tennessee Expert
The lanky blond man bends to come in the door of the deposition room. I am there with my Stenograph set up ready to go. It's always best when an expert witness is the first to arrive: You can chitchat with him, put him at ease, find out what he is an expert in and how he talks, because you are responsible to write it down sensibly.
I ask for his curriculum vitae (a resume of sorts). Here is a list single-spaced in small print of a page and a half of death-defying stunts: Eve l Knievel he was.
Stuntman, fire jumper, demolition . . . and him barely thirty years old.
My mission is to put him at ease. I read every line of that curriculum vitae thinking of what to say. “So what are you afraid of,” I ask, meaning to infer he was afraid of nothing, and meaning to get him to speak.
My witness was one of those people who doesn't see humor, and who takes things therefore very literally. In his deep Tennessee drawl he answered my question earnestly: “A serious talk with a fee-male!” I could tell it was a particular female he spoke of. I could tell having a talk with me would rank in the same category as having a talk with her. (At least he isn't an expert in soil mechanics or flutter or revetment walls.)
I will always remember this scene. He speaks for all human males. Women are always plotting The Talk, whether The Talk is about 'our problem' or 'our serious relationship.' Women live for The Talk. But guys would rather jump into a forest fire or blow something up.
Maybe now you will remember this scene forever too.
Wednesday, August 26, 2009
Chicken Wing Drumettes
Barbecue Sauce Beneficial
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Chicken Wing Drumettes
Easy barbecue sauce is not only healthful, not only easy, but it clings thickly to the food, isn't sugary, and is mouthwatering.
Get out your blender. Fetch a head of jumbo garlic, your best friend. Keep this a secret: You don't have to peel the individual cloves, no one will know! Put the cloves in the blender.
Shake a bottle of Lea & Perrins Worcestershire Sauce: That is the one that has the antique-looking paper from top to bottom. Lea & Perrins is the ONLY Worcestershire sauce: It has tamarind and other magic ingredients. No substitutes. Pour the black liquid to just under the tips of the garlic cloves – which will probably be about a cup out of the bottle. (Garlic cloves are in the blender, remember?)
Liquefy into a thickly frothy black gunk. Black gold it is. This is your barbecue sauce. Just make what you will use each time. It does not taste like garlic or like Worcestershire sauce.
Chicken Wing Drumettes
Pour some of the sauce in a toaster-oven-size shallow pan. Put the package of chicken pieces close together but not crowding one another. Pour the rest of the sauce on them.
Bake in the oven at 350° for about half an hour. (This time is from memory, chicken wing drumettes don't live in the wilderness one-horse grocery store here. If you want to know whether food is done, just sniff: The smell happens when the food is ready most all the time.
This meal is wonderful served on white rice. Taken to a potluck dinner, it will be the first to go and everyone will want the recipe. Promise to give them my web addresses!
One package of chicken wing pieces will serve two or three souls.
Or they can be glorious hors d'oeuvres. Just add toothpicks.
Thursday, August 20, 2009
Bacon Flavored Red Meat Treat
Bacon flavored Red Meat Treat
you don't have to be a man to eat
you don't have to be a man to eat
Peel about half a head of garlic and leave it in tiny pieces in your food chopper. If you don't have a food chopper, get one – and for now just smash the garlic in a baggie with a hammer. This will motivate you to get a food chopper. I know this!
Cut any red meat into thin strips, have a little bacon grease handy to saute (fry) it in quickly later, in a fry pan of appropriate size. For now, keep it warm.
Take 3 slices of bacon, assuming you have at least two pounds of red meat, and cut them together in roughly one-inch squares, into a pan no more than medium heat. Kitchen scissors held over the pan is the best way to do this. While the bacon is slowly developing grease, separate the little pieces and chop one, two or three onions – depending on how much meat and how much patience you have.
Here is the best way to chop the onion: Get out a paper towel, fold it diagonally, put half an onion on it. Slice the half-onion fairly thinly one way, keeping it in one shape together, then turn the paper towel and slice the onion thinly the other way. Pick up the paper towel by the corners and walk it to the waiting pan. Do this with the other half-onion, and with however many other onions you choose to process. The best way to peel that onion is hold it in one hand and cut one end off with a knife in your other hand, go down that side leaving one or two layers of white, cut the next end off, go down the other side leaving the same one or two layers of white. You now have a circle of onion peel with white in it. Throw that out - although, if you are making soup, onion skin is good flavoring. You will get the hang of this quickly.
Now that the onion is meeting the grease in the pan, you can put a little curry on it if you wish. This would be for health more than for taste, in this recipe. If things get a little draggy in the pan, don't add more fat, add perhaps a little vinegar from a jar of jalapenos; water will do. When the onion is no longer obviously raw but is cooking away, dump the garlic en masse into the community in the pan. Stir every once in a while: Keep it moving.
You may now turn your attention to the other pan, where, if you remember, a moderate amount of bacon grease is warm and waiting. Increase its heat beyond medium but nowhere near high. You want it to sizzle moderately when a test strip of meat kisses it. When that temperature is reached, in goes all the red meat strips which you want to be cooked only enough to not be a raw color, but not browned either. In other words, this meat must be tender. So taste it as you cook it, and take it off the burner as soon as it is desirable to you. Obviously, you keep it moving to make this happen.
Serve the two together. It tastes even better than it sounds. You will see.
Variation would be to steam some mixed frozen vegetables, and either serve them separately here, or stir them at the last minute into the onion community. This recipe is guyfood, so the vegetables may offend – best served separately or not at all.
Wednesday, August 19, 2009
No Work Impressive Chicken and Sweet Potato
No Work Impressive
Chicken and Sweet Potato
with no pot to scrub
Chicken and Sweet Potato
with no pot to scrub
You know those thin frozen cardboard chicken breasts that come in a heavy bag, that only a dieter would choose? Well, we are going to make them gourmet: This recipe makes your reputation!
Today you are exhausted and want a hot meal, not in a box. Okay, here's what you do before you hit the shower and the news and a drink: Turn the oven on to between 200° and 230°.
That is not a misprint.
Take out anything shaped like a frying pan. Put as many frozen chicken breast filets as will fit easily in it – usually 3 in a standard pan, but – whatever, it doesn't matter.
Shake up a can of sweet potatoes. Yes, them! Those waterlogged nasties you had to eat before you got old enough to fend for yourself. Never mind, trust me. Dump them into the pan, juice and all. Now, pick up the potato hunks and put them on top of the chicken slabs. That was the hard part.
Now, put dried pineapple pieces and dried apricot in the holes where there is no chicken, in the ocean of juice there. If you have the ambition, fresh ginger grated into this will make the candied-taste-to-come even more impressive. Maybe next time?
Into the oven with the pan, NOT COVERED. Now go take your shower, watch or read the news and have a drink of something.
Keep an eye on the oven project: Time is NOT of the essence, it is very flexible. Here's why:
The canned sweet potatoes, in the low heat, return to their former identities as sweet potato.
The juice concentrates, what with evaporation and the dried fruit sucking it up. The chicken is candied as the liquid thickens, and is tender because of the low oven temperature. This will keep longer than you would think in the refrigerator . . . if it even makes it into the refrigerator.
The canned sweet potatoes, in the low heat, return to their former identities as sweet potato.
The juice concentrates, what with evaporation and the dried fruit sucking it up. The chicken is candied as the liquid thickens, and is tender because of the low oven temperature. This will keep longer than you would think in the refrigerator . . . if it even makes it into the refrigerator.
(The addition of vinegar could make this a sweet-and-sour dish, but I never tried it.)
Tuesday, August 18, 2009
Do It Yourself Diet That You Can't Cheat on That Makes YOU Happy
This is a Do It Yourself Diet
that You Can't Cheat on,
that makes YOU happy.
Spend two weeks deep in thought about what your favorite foods are. All your favorite foods. Including junk foods, alcohol . . . think, think, because we don't eat our favorite foods just like we don't live the life we would prefer. Example: You love canned pineapple, but classify it as a dessert, and you seldom eat desserts.
While you are thinking, eat up what is in the house and buy favorite foods, putting the ones you don't have to cook (or don't have to cook much) AT EYE LEVEL.
Next stage is two weeks of fitting favorite foods into the way you cook, if you cook – into your lifestyle; combining them together. Example: that pineapple blended with pureed garbanzo beans, relish, a little horseradish, and crushed pineapple put into pita bread with grated cheddar cheese.
While you are thinking the second two weeks, continue buying favorite foods and putting them where your eyes trip over them. You will walk into the kitchen hungry and not reach for junk you don't want; you will reach for what you truly do want. Don't forget the simplest things like lettuce and tomato sandwiches. (See my recipe for deviled egg sandwich.)
You ease into this diet; it takes time. Remember you are not consciously trimming calories or fat or any other thing unless you WANT to at the moment.
As you eat primarily the foods and the meals you enjoy, strange things happen. One, food ceases to be an issue: Anytime you want, you walk into your kitchen and eat something you like. As the food ceases to be an issue, you eat less: magic. Two, YOU BECOME HAPPY!!!!!!!!! Your body is happy, and it takes you with it. Not temporarily.
A happy consequence of this diet is your weight becomes what is normal for you. I invented this diet because I was so busy, not because I was so chubby. And I lost 12 pounds over a few weeks.
All these things happened to me when I did this, and to all others who did; but that is only a few souls. There's a rumor of a similar diet that simply says: Eat only what you want when you want it, don't eat out of boredom, etc. In this diet, you can eat out of any motive in your vocabulary.
One day on this diet, I ate a huge bag of potato chips and three beers, in the sun sitting on a picnic table on a perfect day when the phone did not ring. I did not cheat on my diet that day, and I was soooo happy. I ate nothing else. I still remember that day.
Don't think of this as a "diet": It combines with any other eating routine you encounter; you simply choose only foods that are compatible with your "diet diet."
that You Can't Cheat on,
that makes YOU happy.
Spend two weeks deep in thought about what your favorite foods are. All your favorite foods. Including junk foods, alcohol . . . think, think, because we don't eat our favorite foods just like we don't live the life we would prefer. Example: You love canned pineapple, but classify it as a dessert, and you seldom eat desserts.
While you are thinking, eat up what is in the house and buy favorite foods, putting the ones you don't have to cook (or don't have to cook much) AT EYE LEVEL.
Next stage is two weeks of fitting favorite foods into the way you cook, if you cook – into your lifestyle; combining them together. Example: that pineapple blended with pureed garbanzo beans, relish, a little horseradish, and crushed pineapple put into pita bread with grated cheddar cheese.
While you are thinking the second two weeks, continue buying favorite foods and putting them where your eyes trip over them. You will walk into the kitchen hungry and not reach for junk you don't want; you will reach for what you truly do want. Don't forget the simplest things like lettuce and tomato sandwiches. (See my recipe for deviled egg sandwich.)
You ease into this diet; it takes time. Remember you are not consciously trimming calories or fat or any other thing unless you WANT to at the moment.
As you eat primarily the foods and the meals you enjoy, strange things happen. One, food ceases to be an issue: Anytime you want, you walk into your kitchen and eat something you like. As the food ceases to be an issue, you eat less: magic. Two, YOU BECOME HAPPY!!!!!!!!! Your body is happy, and it takes you with it. Not temporarily.
A happy consequence of this diet is your weight becomes what is normal for you. I invented this diet because I was so busy, not because I was so chubby. And I lost 12 pounds over a few weeks.
All these things happened to me when I did this, and to all others who did; but that is only a few souls. There's a rumor of a similar diet that simply says: Eat only what you want when you want it, don't eat out of boredom, etc. In this diet, you can eat out of any motive in your vocabulary.
One day on this diet, I ate a huge bag of potato chips and three beers, in the sun sitting on a picnic table on a perfect day when the phone did not ring. I did not cheat on my diet that day, and I was soooo happy. I ate nothing else. I still remember that day.
Don't think of this as a "diet": It combines with any other eating routine you encounter; you simply choose only foods that are compatible with your "diet diet."
Friday, August 14, 2009
Ranch News
Ranch News: An invasion of starving rattlesnakes this year: skinny aggressive ones of all ages, which suggests they are not born here. Emily's idea is the ranch across the street has sprayed for insect and mouse infestation (which also kills snakes) and the snakes are refugees. Marielitos.
The ranch across the street is a thousand acres, twice our size.
Rattlesnakes have killed two baby peafowl. They are all around that pen. We will try to put the pigs in the peafowl pen . . . hope they don't burrow out followed by the birds. Pigs eat snakes. Hmm, pigs eat everything. And they like to root around in soil, which obliterates the tunnels the snakes make.
And you thought you had problems.
Stay tuned.
September 1, 2009: Update
Duh, the pigs would also eat their eggs. So we have the pigs in the area around their pens outside of them. Oh, my, I am told there are rattlesnake parts all over that pen, and, yes, the porkers are digging the snakes right out of their holes. The last baby pea is alive and well.
The ranch across the street is a thousand acres, twice our size.
Rattlesnakes have killed two baby peafowl. They are all around that pen. We will try to put the pigs in the peafowl pen . . . hope they don't burrow out followed by the birds. Pigs eat snakes. Hmm, pigs eat everything. And they like to root around in soil, which obliterates the tunnels the snakes make.
And you thought you had problems.
Stay tuned.
September 1, 2009: Update
Duh, the pigs would also eat their eggs. So we have the pigs in the area around their pens outside of them. Oh, my, I am told there are rattlesnake parts all over that pen, and, yes, the porkers are digging the snakes right out of their holes. The last baby pea is alive and well.
Garlic Ginger Butter
GARLIC GINGER BUTTER
with Marjoram &
grape seed oil
This is a spread to die for, a spreadable butter that is healthful. This is a pasta dressing to live for. It makes half a Wolferman's sour dough English muffin a rich meal. This is also what to cook just about anything in, and it will be outstanding. It even tastes different on different foods it is cooked with. It raises the smoke point of butter because grape seed oil (which is tasteless and therefore the butter taste is fully present!) has a smoke point of 450° - so your butter does not burn in that usual nanosecond.
It is healthful because the butter is Vitamin A and choline as well as riboflavin, niacin, and pantothenic acid;
the grape seed oil is both Omegas (3 and 6) and Vitamin E;
the marjoram is Vitamins A, C, K, B-6, folate, and calcium, iron, magnesium, copper and manganese;
ginger is fiber, Vitamins E, B-6, iron, magnesium, potassium, selenium and manganese. Benefits of ginger are legendary, including aiding digestion (anti-nausea for chemotherapy, etc.), aiding joint health and combating arthritis, being anti-inflammatory and anti-aging. Respiratory benefits of all sorts, including for asthma, sore throat and clearing of sinuses and lungs.
(These are only the headlines; there are other benefits to the ingredients – including feeling good after you eat them!)
Soften One Pound of Unsalted butter by leaving it out of the refrigerator. Put it in a bowl you can mix in. Salted butter is a poor substitute.
Select a head of jumbo garlic
Chop an equal-sized chunk of fresh ginger root (not an old fibrous one, a nice new one!) in the chopper and leave it there. (Slice the ginger into smaller pieces before you put it in the chopper, because ginger is tough.)
Chop a head (not a clove!) of jumbo garlic in your food chopper and leave it in there with its ginger buddy. These guys get along very well.
(The ginger went into the chopper first because, being tougher, it should be the one to get some additional chopping if that happens.)
Mix 1/3 cup of grape seed oil into the butter
Into the same bowl put the garlic and ginger duo from the chopper;
Add 1/3 cup to ½ cup dried marjoram, and mix well, whether you use a fork, a wire whip, or a mixer. You can substitute dry parsley (Make sure it is fresh and green, not old.) Or you can use both marjoram and parsley. The marjoram adds to the flavor, the parsley's taste gets lost in the spices, so the marjoram is a better choice for taste. Marjoram tastes minty; it is in “summer savory” spice mixes. It has magnesium in it.
NOW YOU MUST FREEZE OR REFRIGERATE! Put only a small amount of this recipe at a time at room temperature! The reason is: When you put any fresh ingredient into oil, anaerobic bacteria which is colorless, odorless and tasteless and very harmful can form. Be very careful any time you mix fresh ingredients into butter or oil to not leave it at room temperature for very long, and to not store it a long time in the refrigerator.
with Marjoram &
grape seed oil
This is a spread to die for, a spreadable butter that is healthful. This is a pasta dressing to live for. It makes half a Wolferman's sour dough English muffin a rich meal. This is also what to cook just about anything in, and it will be outstanding. It even tastes different on different foods it is cooked with. It raises the smoke point of butter because grape seed oil (which is tasteless and therefore the butter taste is fully present!) has a smoke point of 450° - so your butter does not burn in that usual nanosecond.
It is healthful because the butter is Vitamin A and choline as well as riboflavin, niacin, and pantothenic acid;
the grape seed oil is both Omegas (3 and 6) and Vitamin E;
the marjoram is Vitamins A, C, K, B-6, folate, and calcium, iron, magnesium, copper and manganese;
ginger is fiber, Vitamins E, B-6, iron, magnesium, potassium, selenium and manganese. Benefits of ginger are legendary, including aiding digestion (anti-nausea for chemotherapy, etc.), aiding joint health and combating arthritis, being anti-inflammatory and anti-aging. Respiratory benefits of all sorts, including for asthma, sore throat and clearing of sinuses and lungs.
(These are only the headlines; there are other benefits to the ingredients – including feeling good after you eat them!)
Soften One Pound of Unsalted butter by leaving it out of the refrigerator. Put it in a bowl you can mix in. Salted butter is a poor substitute.
Select a head of jumbo garlic
Chop an equal-sized chunk of fresh ginger root (not an old fibrous one, a nice new one!) in the chopper and leave it there. (Slice the ginger into smaller pieces before you put it in the chopper, because ginger is tough.)
Chop a head (not a clove!) of jumbo garlic in your food chopper and leave it in there with its ginger buddy. These guys get along very well.
(The ginger went into the chopper first because, being tougher, it should be the one to get some additional chopping if that happens.)
Mix 1/3 cup of grape seed oil into the butter
Into the same bowl put the garlic and ginger duo from the chopper;
Add 1/3 cup to ½ cup dried marjoram, and mix well, whether you use a fork, a wire whip, or a mixer. You can substitute dry parsley (Make sure it is fresh and green, not old.) Or you can use both marjoram and parsley. The marjoram adds to the flavor, the parsley's taste gets lost in the spices, so the marjoram is a better choice for taste. Marjoram tastes minty; it is in “summer savory” spice mixes. It has magnesium in it.
NOW YOU MUST FREEZE OR REFRIGERATE! Put only a small amount of this recipe at a time at room temperature! The reason is: When you put any fresh ingredient into oil, anaerobic bacteria which is colorless, odorless and tasteless and very harmful can form. Be very careful any time you mix fresh ingredients into butter or oil to not leave it at room temperature for very long, and to not store it a long time in the refrigerator.
Wednesday, August 12, 2009
Ginger Honey Soy Coffee
GINGER HONEY SOY COFFEE
You would never know coffee is under all this when you are done. Even if you don't like coffee, you will adore this. Forget those $5 lattes. The Cowboy Bible says “Drink thy coffee hot and strong and black,” but all the cowboys but one that I served this to approved.
It's not just the taste. Even if you drink decaffeinated coffee, this brew will energize you, warm you, get your blood moving and boost your metabolism. It feels like breakfast, too. Both ginger and honey are anti-inflammatory. Ginger is in weight loss products and arthritis remedies and respiratory aids. Both ginger and honey contain vitamin C.
This is a winter drink. The powdered ginger warms the body core; the ginger extract warms the skin.
See the label of Silk Soy Milk for all its glories.
Start with a cup of hot coffee.
Dip a spoon in honey and stir in what comes with it.
Next stir in somewhere between a teaspoon and a tablespoon of powdered ginger. You will discover how much you prefer. At near a tablespoon, you will find the liquid accepts only so much ginger; it precipitates out.
Reheat the coffee unless you like tepid brew. A minute or less in the microwave.
Stir in ½ cup of Silk Vanilla Soy Milk.
This is habit forming.
Another version is making it with ginger extract and stevia (a natural herb that sweetens, that aids blood sugar – and so does honey).
Either version of this recipe is also gorgeous as cold coffee.
You would never know coffee is under all this when you are done. Even if you don't like coffee, you will adore this. Forget those $5 lattes. The Cowboy Bible says “Drink thy coffee hot and strong and black,” but all the cowboys but one that I served this to approved.
It's not just the taste. Even if you drink decaffeinated coffee, this brew will energize you, warm you, get your blood moving and boost your metabolism. It feels like breakfast, too. Both ginger and honey are anti-inflammatory. Ginger is in weight loss products and arthritis remedies and respiratory aids. Both ginger and honey contain vitamin C.
This is a winter drink. The powdered ginger warms the body core; the ginger extract warms the skin.
See the label of Silk Soy Milk for all its glories.
Start with a cup of hot coffee.
Dip a spoon in honey and stir in what comes with it.
Next stir in somewhere between a teaspoon and a tablespoon of powdered ginger. You will discover how much you prefer. At near a tablespoon, you will find the liquid accepts only so much ginger; it precipitates out.
Reheat the coffee unless you like tepid brew. A minute or less in the microwave.
Stir in ½ cup of Silk Vanilla Soy Milk.
This is habit forming.
Another version is making it with ginger extract and stevia (a natural herb that sweetens, that aids blood sugar – and so does honey).
Either version of this recipe is also gorgeous as cold coffee.
Over Easy Scallion Eggs
OVER EASY SCALLION EGGS
6 or so young fresh scallions (green onions) which you have chopped
go onto a plate and briefly (maybe 5 minutes?) into the microwave to precook them (wilt them)
Meanwhile, in a nonstick pan on medium heat, grape seed oil (no flavor to clash, high Vitamin E, A, Omega 3 and 6, high smoke point!) is getting acquainted with tiny pieces of red onion: Shave that onion, about an inch of it, into thin slices and then cut the stack of slices one way in close-together incisions, then cut it in the opposite direction. Watchful waiting.
When the red onion is tender, the green onion joins it in the hot grape seed oil. Put a sprinkle of curry over it with your blessing. Let it be while the flavors marry. You will know the moment. The smell is a clue.
Now break eggs (your favorite number, suitable to the pot and the amount of onion) over the top. Let that cook, and not overcook, because here comes a (well-greased with spray) second nonstick fry pan to the rescue. You have peeked under there to see that it is time to turn the eggs, of course. Now you flip one pan into the other. Both are greased, so there is room to scoot the mixture over if the flip maneuver wasn't perfect. Again, you do peek under to see when it is time to flip the eggs back into Pan 1 so they are “right side up” and serve the meal to some lucky eaters who will want more.
6 or so young fresh scallions (green onions) which you have chopped
go onto a plate and briefly (maybe 5 minutes?) into the microwave to precook them (wilt them)
Meanwhile, in a nonstick pan on medium heat, grape seed oil (no flavor to clash, high Vitamin E, A, Omega 3 and 6, high smoke point!) is getting acquainted with tiny pieces of red onion: Shave that onion, about an inch of it, into thin slices and then cut the stack of slices one way in close-together incisions, then cut it in the opposite direction. Watchful waiting.
When the red onion is tender, the green onion joins it in the hot grape seed oil. Put a sprinkle of curry over it with your blessing. Let it be while the flavors marry. You will know the moment. The smell is a clue.
Now break eggs (your favorite number, suitable to the pot and the amount of onion) over the top. Let that cook, and not overcook, because here comes a (well-greased with spray) second nonstick fry pan to the rescue. You have peeked under there to see that it is time to turn the eggs, of course. Now you flip one pan into the other. Both are greased, so there is room to scoot the mixture over if the flip maneuver wasn't perfect. Again, you do peek under to see when it is time to flip the eggs back into Pan 1 so they are “right side up” and serve the meal to some lucky eaters who will want more.
Sunday, August 9, 2009
What I, An Analytical Psychic, Can Do For You
Let me introduce myself to you a little.
I am an analytical psychic, a logical life coach with
“street cred” and creative solutions that fit you.
I am 100% accurate on how anyone thinks and feels
about you, about anyone or anything else . . . at any
time: I READ THE HEARTS AND MINDS OF PEOPLE
YOU DEAL WITH! I tell you how best to deal with them
to accomplish your purpose. I tell you what they will do
and how that makes sense to them. YES, I DO THIS!
And I do this not just in love relationships, but also in
any area of life. It is very useful in business and legal
matters, and in investigations. And it applies to pets
and other animals as well.
Emily is 100% accurate on all HIS VIEW © questions,
in detail, with no information from you:
---*currently, back then, or some time ahead;
---* or at a particular incident;
---*consciously or instinctually;
---*individuals or groups and in
All types of relationships such as job interviews,
job security, neighbors, strangers, investigations,
family, lawyers and judges in lawsuits, doctors
- and of course, lovers and love interests of all stripes.
----------------WHAT I CAN DO FOR YOU
Well, what would make life easier right now?
Where are you now and where do you want to be?
What is it you want to prevent? - to accomplish?
Who are you now, and is that who you want to be?
Would knowing why they act the way they do help?
Right now there is something that, if you know it,
you would be at ease, something that persists in
the back of your mind like an itch - an itch for an
Answer. Together we find and scratch, we get to
that answer. Together we dissect that uneasiness
in such a way that it’s your hands that are on its
controls, and you have Attitude that Works.
Because you know why they act the way they do.
For starters,
HERE ARE 3 MAGIC QUESTIONS ---------- *1. HIS VIEW OF YOU
THAT ANALYZE ANY 1 RELATIONSHIP--- *2. WHAT HE WILL DO
in 12 minutes at $3.75 per minute. -----------*3. WHAT YOU DO TO MAKE IT HAPPEN
----------------------12 minutes at $3.75 per minute is $45.
----------------------This is the best $45 you ever spend.
Additionally,
HERE ARE 3 MAGIC QUESTIONS THAT------- *4. HIS VIEW OF HER
ANALYZE A RELATIONSHIP BETWEEN------- *5. HER VIEW OF HIM
OTHERS in 12 minutes at $3.75 per minute.----- *6. WHAT HAPPENS BETWEEN THEM
I am an analytical psychic, a logical life coach with
“street cred” and creative solutions that fit you.
I am 100% accurate on how anyone thinks and feels
about you, about anyone or anything else . . . at any
time: I READ THE HEARTS AND MINDS OF PEOPLE
YOU DEAL WITH! I tell you how best to deal with them
to accomplish your purpose. I tell you what they will do
and how that makes sense to them. YES, I DO THIS!
And I do this not just in love relationships, but also in
any area of life. It is very useful in business and legal
matters, and in investigations. And it applies to pets
and other animals as well.
Emily is 100% accurate on all HIS VIEW © questions,
in detail, with no information from you:
---*currently, back then, or some time ahead;
---* or at a particular incident;
---*consciously or instinctually;
---*individuals or groups and in
All types of relationships such as job interviews,
job security, neighbors, strangers, investigations,
family, lawyers and judges in lawsuits, doctors
- and of course, lovers and love interests of all stripes.
----------------WHAT I CAN DO FOR YOU
Well, what would make life easier right now?
Where are you now and where do you want to be?
What is it you want to prevent? - to accomplish?
Who are you now, and is that who you want to be?
Would knowing why they act the way they do help?
Right now there is something that, if you know it,
you would be at ease, something that persists in
the back of your mind like an itch - an itch for an
Answer. Together we find and scratch, we get to
that answer. Together we dissect that uneasiness
in such a way that it’s your hands that are on its
controls, and you have Attitude that Works.
Because you know why they act the way they do.
For starters,
HERE ARE 3 MAGIC QUESTIONS ---------- *1. HIS VIEW OF YOU
THAT ANALYZE ANY 1 RELATIONSHIP--- *2. WHAT HE WILL DO
in 12 minutes at $3.75 per minute. -----------*3. WHAT YOU DO TO MAKE IT HAPPEN
----------------------12 minutes at $3.75 per minute is $45.
----------------------This is the best $45 you ever spend.
Additionally,
HERE ARE 3 MAGIC QUESTIONS THAT------- *4. HIS VIEW OF HER
ANALYZE A RELATIONSHIP BETWEEN------- *5. HER VIEW OF HIM
OTHERS in 12 minutes at $3.75 per minute.----- *6. WHAT HAPPENS BETWEEN THEM
What You Can Do For Animals at the Sanctuary
-------WHAT YOU CAN DO FOR ANIMALS AT THE SANCTUARY
-------TO MAKE THEIR LIFE EASIER RIGHT NOW
Emily’s elk and other animals (deer, goats, pigs, llamas, horses, peafowl of all colors, geese, ducks, wildlife and wild birds) live on her 503 acres in the ruggedest rockiest part of the Rocky Mountains, the part elk like the best.
So how does a court reporter end up supporting a game sanctuary by psychic telephone counseling, you say? Well, a man of course.
The ranch was Husband’s dream, his kingdom after years of being a criminal lawyer. It was all his, it was a man thing, a hunting ranch.
And then he was killed and it was Emily’s to run. That was in 1996 when the place became a sanctuary for animals that costs $200,000 most years to run without Husband’s dawn-to-dusk free honest labor.
The elk herd is 7 times the number it was then. The price of hay and grain has more than doubled. For all these years drought has prevented growing them their own grass. If it rains again next year, grass hay may grow. Pray for rain and grass to grow.
That $200,000 that runs the ranch comes from you who call Emily for her psychic insight and her analysis of the people you are dealing with in your life. She will make it worth your while to make their lives worthwhile. You buy the animals their life, their lives are good because of you, and your life is good because of their needs.
Each September comes two tractor-trailer loads of good alfalfa hay for the winter plus multiple tons of GRAIN to keep their bodies warm and healthy. So call me in August and early September a lot - please!
And, yes, you can give without getting a psychic reading, give any amount you prefer.
SOME MORE EXTREME EXPENSES
High-tensile fencing, cross-braced with heavy cable under tension, made of 12-foot logs 5 inches in diameter and put 4 feet into the ground 10 feet apart: That is what the elk’s 17-acre pens are made of. Made out of money, those fences - money and lots of expert heavy labor. Fencing is a never-ending task.
An $81,000 backhoe that does the work of several heavy equipment is already paid for.
Restoring the pasture that the drought ruined is the next big challenge. And renovating the haying equipment that has been setting unused. These are the big items, but things like buying special seed to plant for deer pop up incessantly. Life on a ranch is never dull.
All the animals get veterinary care, even the lowly ducks. The elk are inspected yearly by the Good Guys at the Department of Agriculture.
Elk live in real elk habitat. There are streams for water. There is natural brush for shade in summer and windbreak in winter.
Elk are friendly but not tame. They grow old and die as family and as friends . . . and foes. There are 50 of them now and more babies on the way. Pictures of newborns are what we wish for, for you.
In the center of all the animal pens is Emily’s house, a stagecoach stop made of red hand-hewn squared logs around 1850. It is the house your children draw but two snug stories. Back when it was built, it was the stage coach stop, fort, bar, restaurant, court house and whore house in an uncivilized outpost so remote that Lewis and Clark got lost nearby and in-breeding was the order of the day and still is. When Emily moved in, it was haunted.
You name a wildlife and we have it around here somewhere. The wolves are busy eating up the wild elk, deer, antelope, sage grouse, bunnies, muskrats, foxes and chukkars - even the coyotes are no longer seen. The mountain goats probably get out of their way. This place is where our lovely government released wolves before the ones they admitted they released. But those bears are probably safe from the wolves. Are the wildcats? Oh, and we have LOTS of rattlesnakes and some bull snakes to keep us company. Will the new rattlesnakes - the skinny aggressive ones that appeared as refugees from the thousand-acre ranch across the street - get Terry who feeds the animals? Will they (please) discourage the wolves? How many rattlesnakes will the bull snakes get rid of? This is life in the wilderness, folks!
Some chukkars are left, I am told. They are exotic-looking brown and beige birds with black Egyptian-looking eye markings, about the size of pigeons. I wish they would come down by the house again. They are hiding in the elk pen - hiding from the wolves.
Owls, including the gray owl that is four feet tall, used to be more plentiful. I think eating the stray cats made them ill. We have some hawks, mainly red tails. They used to fly into windows. Are they wiser, or did they move on?
I even met a badger once. Those guys are rude. Very rude.
Of course there are dogs and cats. The cats are descendants of natural feral ones that were visited often by Persian fellows: an interesting pride they are. Four hardworking Great Pyrenees guard the other animals and the place, keep the wolves at bay, and love everyone. And Li’l Dude, a Sheppard and Pit Bull mix who was a starving abused stray at a truck stop convenience store on an Indian reservation, is the house puppy. No one would guess he is 12 years old. He runs with the Pyrenees and keeps up! He has seen much and still has faith, but he worries about all of us.
Last but not least is Turkey, a sparrow who hatched himself when the flock abandoned its nests. He leaped onto the dirt in the peafowl pen, a neonate (newborn), SIX YEARS AGO. Sparrows live 18 to 24 months. He is 3 times his life expectancy, and ever happy with his life.
Every two hours around the clock for six weeks Emily fed Turkey hand-strained vegetables and Exact gruel. Every morsel had to be 105° in each syringe full he ate. “Turkey” was supposed to be a temporary name, because Mama-Emily had to stuff him. But it became permanent when the bird baby wanted to play with the kittens that were born the same day he was. A bird expert, the same lady who taught me how to bring him up, told me he was entitled to think the cats were members of his flock, but that still made him a Turkey.
YOU CAN JOIN THE SANCTUARY
You can join in the life of the Sanctuary.
* You can email individually each photograph in the gallery to your friends.
* There will be new recipes, tips and articles frequently that you can share with others. Always something new here. The recipes make good reading even if you don’t have a kitchen.
* You can investigate how verbatim tarot works by downloading some 4-card spreads that demonstrate the fascinating process. Great mental exercise, reading tarot verbatim.
* You can purchase an email question or several.
* You can read the blogs of longtime clients, hear some of them speak. There will always be a poem posted that Emily wrote. You can check out the books Emily recommends.
* You can donate anything you want to.
* You can telephone for a psychic reading session with Emily. It is $3.75 per minute, and 95% of that goes to support the animal sanctuary one way or the other. This is a very serious endeavor. See “What I Can Do For You” for information about psychic readings. Email _____________ and leave your contact telephone number (or email) and Emily (or Billijo the Secretary) will get in touch with you.
Enjoy the pictures of the animals here.
-------TO MAKE THEIR LIFE EASIER RIGHT NOW
Emily’s elk and other animals (deer, goats, pigs, llamas, horses, peafowl of all colors, geese, ducks, wildlife and wild birds) live on her 503 acres in the ruggedest rockiest part of the Rocky Mountains, the part elk like the best.
So how does a court reporter end up supporting a game sanctuary by psychic telephone counseling, you say? Well, a man of course.
The ranch was Husband’s dream, his kingdom after years of being a criminal lawyer. It was all his, it was a man thing, a hunting ranch.
And then he was killed and it was Emily’s to run. That was in 1996 when the place became a sanctuary for animals that costs $200,000 most years to run without Husband’s dawn-to-dusk free honest labor.
The elk herd is 7 times the number it was then. The price of hay and grain has more than doubled. For all these years drought has prevented growing them their own grass. If it rains again next year, grass hay may grow. Pray for rain and grass to grow.
That $200,000 that runs the ranch comes from you who call Emily for her psychic insight and her analysis of the people you are dealing with in your life. She will make it worth your while to make their lives worthwhile. You buy the animals their life, their lives are good because of you, and your life is good because of their needs.
Each September comes two tractor-trailer loads of good alfalfa hay for the winter plus multiple tons of GRAIN to keep their bodies warm and healthy. So call me in August and early September a lot - please!
And, yes, you can give without getting a psychic reading, give any amount you prefer.
SOME MORE EXTREME EXPENSES
High-tensile fencing, cross-braced with heavy cable under tension, made of 12-foot logs 5 inches in diameter and put 4 feet into the ground 10 feet apart: That is what the elk’s 17-acre pens are made of. Made out of money, those fences - money and lots of expert heavy labor. Fencing is a never-ending task.
An $81,000 backhoe that does the work of several heavy equipment is already paid for.
Restoring the pasture that the drought ruined is the next big challenge. And renovating the haying equipment that has been setting unused. These are the big items, but things like buying special seed to plant for deer pop up incessantly. Life on a ranch is never dull.
All the animals get veterinary care, even the lowly ducks. The elk are inspected yearly by the Good Guys at the Department of Agriculture.
Elk live in real elk habitat. There are streams for water. There is natural brush for shade in summer and windbreak in winter.
Elk are friendly but not tame. They grow old and die as family and as friends . . . and foes. There are 50 of them now and more babies on the way. Pictures of newborns are what we wish for, for you.
In the center of all the animal pens is Emily’s house, a stagecoach stop made of red hand-hewn squared logs around 1850. It is the house your children draw but two snug stories. Back when it was built, it was the stage coach stop, fort, bar, restaurant, court house and whore house in an uncivilized outpost so remote that Lewis and Clark got lost nearby and in-breeding was the order of the day and still is. When Emily moved in, it was haunted.
You name a wildlife and we have it around here somewhere. The wolves are busy eating up the wild elk, deer, antelope, sage grouse, bunnies, muskrats, foxes and chukkars - even the coyotes are no longer seen. The mountain goats probably get out of their way. This place is where our lovely government released wolves before the ones they admitted they released. But those bears are probably safe from the wolves. Are the wildcats? Oh, and we have LOTS of rattlesnakes and some bull snakes to keep us company. Will the new rattlesnakes - the skinny aggressive ones that appeared as refugees from the thousand-acre ranch across the street - get Terry who feeds the animals? Will they (please) discourage the wolves? How many rattlesnakes will the bull snakes get rid of? This is life in the wilderness, folks!
Some chukkars are left, I am told. They are exotic-looking brown and beige birds with black Egyptian-looking eye markings, about the size of pigeons. I wish they would come down by the house again. They are hiding in the elk pen - hiding from the wolves.
Owls, including the gray owl that is four feet tall, used to be more plentiful. I think eating the stray cats made them ill. We have some hawks, mainly red tails. They used to fly into windows. Are they wiser, or did they move on?
I even met a badger once. Those guys are rude. Very rude.
Of course there are dogs and cats. The cats are descendants of natural feral ones that were visited often by Persian fellows: an interesting pride they are. Four hardworking Great Pyrenees guard the other animals and the place, keep the wolves at bay, and love everyone. And Li’l Dude, a Sheppard and Pit Bull mix who was a starving abused stray at a truck stop convenience store on an Indian reservation, is the house puppy. No one would guess he is 12 years old. He runs with the Pyrenees and keeps up! He has seen much and still has faith, but he worries about all of us.
Last but not least is Turkey, a sparrow who hatched himself when the flock abandoned its nests. He leaped onto the dirt in the peafowl pen, a neonate (newborn), SIX YEARS AGO. Sparrows live 18 to 24 months. He is 3 times his life expectancy, and ever happy with his life.
Every two hours around the clock for six weeks Emily fed Turkey hand-strained vegetables and Exact gruel. Every morsel had to be 105° in each syringe full he ate. “Turkey” was supposed to be a temporary name, because Mama-Emily had to stuff him. But it became permanent when the bird baby wanted to play with the kittens that were born the same day he was. A bird expert, the same lady who taught me how to bring him up, told me he was entitled to think the cats were members of his flock, but that still made him a Turkey.
YOU CAN JOIN THE SANCTUARY
You can join in the life of the Sanctuary.
* You can email individually each photograph in the gallery to your friends.
* There will be new recipes, tips and articles frequently that you can share with others. Always something new here. The recipes make good reading even if you don’t have a kitchen.
* You can investigate how verbatim tarot works by downloading some 4-card spreads that demonstrate the fascinating process. Great mental exercise, reading tarot verbatim.
* You can purchase an email question or several.
* You can read the blogs of longtime clients, hear some of them speak. There will always be a poem posted that Emily wrote. You can check out the books Emily recommends.
* You can donate anything you want to.
* You can telephone for a psychic reading session with Emily. It is $3.75 per minute, and 95% of that goes to support the animal sanctuary one way or the other. This is a very serious endeavor. See “What I Can Do For You” for information about psychic readings. Email _____________ and leave your contact telephone number (or email) and Emily (or Billijo the Secretary) will get in touch with you.
Enjoy the pictures of the animals here.
About Emily
About Emily
to whom you will be talking when you call
In business as her own psychic counseling company since 1993, with the same phone number, that she herself answers. (This indicates she is probably not a crook.)
Advertised in Cosmopolitan magazine as a psychic since 1993. (probably not a crook)
Technical court reporter 25 years; owned her own office in a major city. (definitely not)
Lives simply and works for the animals 12-15 hours a day 365 or so days a year. Would love to make that less! Has a book or two she would like to write.
Is a poet. And a wit. And a creative cook: All the recipes you see on this site are original discoveries.
Supports the elk ranch since 1991; has run it as a sanctuary since 1996.
Is incredibly well-read. Taught herself to read, unaided, beginning around 3 or 4 years of age; read systematically through the Dewey Decimal System in major libraries while a schoolgirl. In your psychic reading, information sometimes shows up from the darnedest places.
Is spiritually insightful for you. Called to major mystical work before 1979 but had mystical abilities and experiences since infancy. Has a gift which is infectious of dealing effectively with reality by not taking it too seriously. Has a talent for relevant but irreverent humorous analogy: for making one thing clear quickly by comparing it to something else entirely in a witty story you will remember. As a matter of fact, it is usually refreshing to talk to Emily. Clients often say they feel better whether the news is happy or not.
Emily is not the psychic you are used to. She isn't hearing or seeing things, has no spirit guide, no new age or moralistic dogma to impose, and she doesn't tune in to you but to whatever you are dealing with. She doesn't care whether you follow the advice, she is selling you the information, for you to do with as you choose: It's yours.
She needs absolutely no information from you about you or about others: no birthday, no name even.
And her answers are literal direct detailed answers to specific questions. She is reading tarot verbatim and accessing directly the consciousness (the heart, gut and soul) of the people you deal with. She accesses them via your voice, as court reporters do instinctively.
She discovered the tarot verbatim formula as a result of science lectures on Consistent Violators of the Laws of Random Distribution. So she comes to psychic reading by a back door, a logical analytical back door. (Tarot is one of five known consistent violators of those laws.)
Many of her clients are psychics because she has no trouble tuning in to them because she doesn't do that. She does use your voice; but she can answer questions other people ask you to ask her, and answer questions about people who are unknown to you, people you haven't met. She is good with theoretical “what if” questions too.
Just about all the money you spend here supports the animals. The critters have it good here because of you. And if the income doubled, all the money would still go to the sanctuary: A ranch is worse than a yacht that way.
to whom you will be talking when you call
In business as her own psychic counseling company since 1993, with the same phone number, that she herself answers. (This indicates she is probably not a crook.)
Advertised in Cosmopolitan magazine as a psychic since 1993. (probably not a crook)
Technical court reporter 25 years; owned her own office in a major city. (definitely not)
Lives simply and works for the animals 12-15 hours a day 365 or so days a year. Would love to make that less! Has a book or two she would like to write.
Is a poet. And a wit. And a creative cook: All the recipes you see on this site are original discoveries.
Supports the elk ranch since 1991; has run it as a sanctuary since 1996.
Is incredibly well-read. Taught herself to read, unaided, beginning around 3 or 4 years of age; read systematically through the Dewey Decimal System in major libraries while a schoolgirl. In your psychic reading, information sometimes shows up from the darnedest places.
Is spiritually insightful for you. Called to major mystical work before 1979 but had mystical abilities and experiences since infancy. Has a gift which is infectious of dealing effectively with reality by not taking it too seriously. Has a talent for relevant but irreverent humorous analogy: for making one thing clear quickly by comparing it to something else entirely in a witty story you will remember. As a matter of fact, it is usually refreshing to talk to Emily. Clients often say they feel better whether the news is happy or not.
Emily is not the psychic you are used to. She isn't hearing or seeing things, has no spirit guide, no new age or moralistic dogma to impose, and she doesn't tune in to you but to whatever you are dealing with. She doesn't care whether you follow the advice, she is selling you the information, for you to do with as you choose: It's yours.
She needs absolutely no information from you about you or about others: no birthday, no name even.
And her answers are literal direct detailed answers to specific questions. She is reading tarot verbatim and accessing directly the consciousness (the heart, gut and soul) of the people you deal with. She accesses them via your voice, as court reporters do instinctively.
She discovered the tarot verbatim formula as a result of science lectures on Consistent Violators of the Laws of Random Distribution. So she comes to psychic reading by a back door, a logical analytical back door. (Tarot is one of five known consistent violators of those laws.)
Many of her clients are psychics because she has no trouble tuning in to them because she doesn't do that. She does use your voice; but she can answer questions other people ask you to ask her, and answer questions about people who are unknown to you, people you haven't met. She is good with theoretical “what if” questions too.
Just about all the money you spend here supports the animals. The critters have it good here because of you. And if the income doubled, all the money would still go to the sanctuary: A ranch is worse than a yacht that way.
His View Of You
All HIS VIEW© answers are 100% accurate,
in detail, with no information from you.
HIS VIEW OF YOU©
is Question 1: “How does he (your person of
interest) think and feel about you in his heart,
his gut, his soul? - his inner thoughts expressed
in his own words from his perspective. You will
recognize it’s him all right. Since my method is
based on verbatim meanings, sometimes his
exact words are in your answer!
This answer lays bare his motives, intentions and
attitudes. I read the minds of the people you
focus on - and then of the people they focus on
. . . and on down the line . . . in detail with no
information from you. And I read their minds
about any situation, not just love; and I read
the minds of any group of people you deal with:
the people in power at work, your friends, your
lover’s friends, the family, the people who will
be at the, say, wedding or graduation.
This first question tells you what use he has for you,
how he feels you fit into his life or don’t.
With this answer, now you know the dynamics
of the relationship you are in, or want to be in,
or would have been in.
Now you know why he acts the way he does.
HIS VIEW OF YOU© is useful not just in love
matters but in job interviews you haven’t yet
been to, performance evaluation meetings,
presentations you give to clients.
It is useful for dealing effectively with coworkers,
friends, neighbors, strangers, antagonists of all stripes
- anybody about anything!
Question 1 identifies motives of unknown persons
as well as people you have met or know of.
So it is useful in “Will I find someone?” questions
and even in investigations. “What is the motive of
the person or people who did this?” often tells you
who the culprit is or at least leads a trail to him.
One HIS VIEW OF YOU© question averages 4 or 5 minutes.
You can ask about specific time spans.
You can ask about a specific incident or subject:
(“What was he thinking when he put the flowers
in the toilet and said he loved me?” or
“What does he think of my looks?” or
“What does he think of me in his conscious aware mind?”
- rather than in his heart, gut and soul
which I usually access for you.)
in detail, with no information from you.
HIS VIEW OF YOU©
is Question 1: “How does he (your person of
interest) think and feel about you in his heart,
his gut, his soul? - his inner thoughts expressed
in his own words from his perspective. You will
recognize it’s him all right. Since my method is
based on verbatim meanings, sometimes his
exact words are in your answer!
This answer lays bare his motives, intentions and
attitudes. I read the minds of the people you
focus on - and then of the people they focus on
. . . and on down the line . . . in detail with no
information from you. And I read their minds
about any situation, not just love; and I read
the minds of any group of people you deal with:
the people in power at work, your friends, your
lover’s friends, the family, the people who will
be at the, say, wedding or graduation.
This first question tells you what use he has for you,
how he feels you fit into his life or don’t.
With this answer, now you know the dynamics
of the relationship you are in, or want to be in,
or would have been in.
Now you know why he acts the way he does.
HIS VIEW OF YOU© is useful not just in love
matters but in job interviews you haven’t yet
been to, performance evaluation meetings,
presentations you give to clients.
It is useful for dealing effectively with coworkers,
friends, neighbors, strangers, antagonists of all stripes
- anybody about anything!
Question 1 identifies motives of unknown persons
as well as people you have met or know of.
So it is useful in “Will I find someone?” questions
and even in investigations. “What is the motive of
the person or people who did this?” often tells you
who the culprit is or at least leads a trail to him.
One HIS VIEW OF YOU© question averages 4 or 5 minutes.
You can ask about specific time spans.
You can ask about a specific incident or subject:
(“What was he thinking when he put the flowers
in the toilet and said he loved me?” or
“What does he think of my looks?” or
“What does he think of me in his conscious aware mind?”
- rather than in his heart, gut and soul
which I usually access for you.)
What He Will Do
-------------------WHAT HE WILL DO
Is Question 2: What You Will See Him Do,
between you and him, in the next, say 3 months
in the real world of action. Or you can ask
What Will He Do in the 3 months? - whichever you prefer.
Psychic prediction can seem wrong if you don’t know it did happen.
Of course, you can ask both forms if you choose.
The first question is “What is he thinking.”
The second question is “What will he do?”
There could be a surprise here: What he thinks
he is going to do may not be what he does.
(Imagine that!)
Nevertheless, Question 2 builds on Question 1:
First his motive, and then what he does.
For example, if he loves you more than he is comfortable
with, he may run away for a while (or forever).
If this is the case, then Question 3 will tell you
to be very casual, not intense, to say
“Give me a drag off what you’ve been smoking”
when he says “How many babies is we gonna have?”
Maybe you really want to know whether he will
or will not do something you have in mind,
rather than just what he will do. Here is where to ask that.
“Will he call me tomorrow?” or
“Will he move in before the end of the year?” or
“Will he leave the other woman while I’m still interested in him?” or
“Will they hire me before the interview with the next job opportunity?”
Note we specify the time and let the answer be about action.
Asking “when” is unrewarding. “When” is - from the point of view
of out there somewhere, where psychics or tarot gets the answers -
just the movement of planets, which is unrelated to the narrative story.
The source does not correlate the two, no matter how we whine.
Just live with it!
Question 3, What He Will Do, does not have to be about
your love interest at all;
it can be about a lawsuit,
a runaway pet,
the decision job interviewers will make,
or whether the doctor chooses to operate.
Some situations are more random than others,
and some things don’t appear on the radar as well as others.
(Beginning to use drugs is one of those.)
So this question is subject to revision and caprice
more than the others; it is less accurate, in a sense.
And some people, believe me, change every few seconds:
If you are following someone who is lost,
your movements make as little sense as his! but you are still where you are supposed to be.
Is Question 2: What You Will See Him Do,
between you and him, in the next, say 3 months
in the real world of action. Or you can ask
What Will He Do in the 3 months? - whichever you prefer.
Psychic prediction can seem wrong if you don’t know it did happen.
Of course, you can ask both forms if you choose.
The first question is “What is he thinking.”
The second question is “What will he do?”
There could be a surprise here: What he thinks
he is going to do may not be what he does.
(Imagine that!)
Nevertheless, Question 2 builds on Question 1:
First his motive, and then what he does.
For example, if he loves you more than he is comfortable
with, he may run away for a while (or forever).
If this is the case, then Question 3 will tell you
to be very casual, not intense, to say
“Give me a drag off what you’ve been smoking”
when he says “How many babies is we gonna have?”
Maybe you really want to know whether he will
or will not do something you have in mind,
rather than just what he will do. Here is where to ask that.
“Will he call me tomorrow?” or
“Will he move in before the end of the year?” or
“Will he leave the other woman while I’m still interested in him?” or
“Will they hire me before the interview with the next job opportunity?”
Note we specify the time and let the answer be about action.
Asking “when” is unrewarding. “When” is - from the point of view
of out there somewhere, where psychics or tarot gets the answers -
just the movement of planets, which is unrelated to the narrative story.
The source does not correlate the two, no matter how we whine.
Just live with it!
Question 3, What He Will Do, does not have to be about
your love interest at all;
it can be about a lawsuit,
a runaway pet,
the decision job interviewers will make,
or whether the doctor chooses to operate.
Some situations are more random than others,
and some things don’t appear on the radar as well as others.
(Beginning to use drugs is one of those.)
So this question is subject to revision and caprice
more than the others; it is less accurate, in a sense.
And some people, believe me, change every few seconds:
If you are following someone who is lost,
your movements make as little sense as his! but you are still where you are supposed to be.
What You Do To Make It Happen
---------WHAT YOU DO TO MAKE IT HAPPEN
is Question 3. This is strategy: What you do and don't do;
what you say and don't say; who you be and don't be . . .
to get from where you are now to where you want to be.
Question 1 is how he is thinking and feeling;
Question 2 is the story of what happens;
Question 3 is what works here for you.
These 3 questions work together to analyze one relationship.
The way the three interlace and interrelate, you remember the material.
They work together in such a way that you usually grasp – eureka! -
why the answer to "What You Do to Make It Happen,"#3,
would be effective behavior on your part,
and how you can really pull it off. (“Sure I can do this.”)
Oftentimes the answer is to keep doing what you are doing.
An intuitive feel will cause you to do what works without
knowing why it works: This answer tells you the why:
What a relief!
Sometimes what works makes no sense, so the answer is a surprise.
Here, the Law of Unintended Consequences
is alive and well and working in your favor.
Haven't some of your most brilliant moves
been accidental, unintended or even blunders?
And sometimes when you are playing it so straight,
the comedian wins?
Strategy has a logic of its own, an intuitive logic.
Question 3 is the one that tells you what to do and say,
who to be, when you have that meeting
with the boss after lunch;
when you attend the Thanksgiving dinner from hell with relatives;
when there's a madman to live with;
when the baby begins to hang out of the crib;
when you have choices
and you want to know
which is the better or the best course.
--------------PREEXPERIENCE OPTIONS
Let's say you have choices:
jobs, cities, love interests,
places to move to,
what to wear to the wedding . . .
anything, large or small.
The Question is:
"Looking back after (you choose a time or several different times),
how will I feel about my life
if I choose A; if I choose B?"
The answer is from your own view
of what will have happened.
(The answer takes into account
unforeseen events, things you will discover only in retrospect.)
is Question 3. This is strategy: What you do and don't do;
what you say and don't say; who you be and don't be . . .
to get from where you are now to where you want to be.
Question 1 is how he is thinking and feeling;
Question 2 is the story of what happens;
Question 3 is what works here for you.
These 3 questions work together to analyze one relationship.
The way the three interlace and interrelate, you remember the material.
They work together in such a way that you usually grasp – eureka! -
why the answer to "What You Do to Make It Happen,"#3,
would be effective behavior on your part,
and how you can really pull it off. (“Sure I can do this.”)
Oftentimes the answer is to keep doing what you are doing.
An intuitive feel will cause you to do what works without
knowing why it works: This answer tells you the why:
What a relief!
Sometimes what works makes no sense, so the answer is a surprise.
Here, the Law of Unintended Consequences
is alive and well and working in your favor.
Haven't some of your most brilliant moves
been accidental, unintended or even blunders?
And sometimes when you are playing it so straight,
the comedian wins?
Strategy has a logic of its own, an intuitive logic.
Question 3 is the one that tells you what to do and say,
who to be, when you have that meeting
with the boss after lunch;
when you attend the Thanksgiving dinner from hell with relatives;
when there's a madman to live with;
when the baby begins to hang out of the crib;
when you have choices
and you want to know
which is the better or the best course.
--------------PREEXPERIENCE OPTIONS
Let's say you have choices:
jobs, cities, love interests,
places to move to,
what to wear to the wedding . . .
anything, large or small.
The Question is:
"Looking back after (you choose a time or several different times),
how will I feel about my life
if I choose A; if I choose B?"
The answer is from your own view
of what will have happened.
(The answer takes into account
unforeseen events, things you will discover only in retrospect.)
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