Is it fair? (From Starphyre's Journal)

I enter through the giant arch, displaying proudly what the name of this place is; The Fair.
I smell greasy food, foul body odor and beer breath. The sun is hot against my face, it peirces through my clothes; I feel as if my flesh is burning. The dirt is yellow, baking yellow under the yellow sun; its dry and dusty and devoid of life.
The dirt kicks up as crowds of people walk, clouds of yellow dirt billows up into the sky. I feel lost among the hulking machines, the stale smelling food stalls, the flashy colors and gimmicks, all disguising the threadbare remnants of dignity holding this place together. I know who they are, the ones who run the Farris Wheel, who pull the levers and gears, who grease the cogs and spit up dirt and blood from angels dust. The ones who run the show, who rig the games and laugh all the same. They have tattered clothes, and hollow eyes, missing teeth and flashy devices. They hide secrets, dirty tricks and dreams they'll never have. They are like all of us, just trying to get by.
They run the show, we are the guests to be entertained. Is it all what it seems? The spinning machines, the spider crawling up into the sky, the deadmans drop, and the mini train ride? Is it all fun and games, bright colors and butterflies in your stomach? I wonder this, as I show my ticket, and climb on board the rollercoaster ride. The man in the red jumpsuit powering the monster, smiles a crooked grin, I know his sins he hides inside.
I strap myself into the cart; and feel the cold metal bars press against my chest, the hard plastic seat bruise my butt. The red jumpsuit man pulls his lever, and I feel the rumble begin beneath me. The monster awakens with a stutter, a purr, and a roar. I hold myself tight, I know this ride isn't going to be what I expect, what I came for. The cart begins to slowly move forward, slowly gaining momentum. I feel the pressure building in the air, as the other passengers prepare for the rush.
Up the carts roll, higher and higher, anticipation clinging to me like the sweat pouring down my chest. And finally, it begins its drop. Its all a blur of adrenaline, screaming faces and my stomach jumping into my throat, it rattles me and pushes me back so hard against the plastic seat I feel I might break. I can't breath or move, just let it take me and feel the wind slice my skin, and sting like hot fire. And then its over. I'm sitting in the cart, my stomach in knots, my hair windblown into tangles, and the red jumpsuit man motions for me to get out. There's a line already forming. More people looking for a rush they can't find in life, looking for something safe to shake up their worlds so they can walk away, back to routine, back to simplicity, life without mystery.

Eating raw food: Its all about attitude

Confessions of a raw-foodist

In the society we live in, eating uncooked food is looked down upon, considered dangerous. We are inundated daily w/ propaganda in the news, billboards, nutrition facts, commercials, all telling us to eat cooked food. They tell us to consume whole grain bread, to cut back on protein and fat, and increase on legumes, beans, potatoes, rice, etc. They tell us poisonous propaganda, and people eat it up like bowl of rice w/ soy sauce.

How do you bypass all this propaganda and widely perceived societal perceptions of eating raw food? How do you overcome the weird looks you receive as you grab a hunk of ground beef and pop it in your mouth like a gumdrop? How do you go to family dinners as your relatives inhale cooked to death turkey and buttered bread? I recently read an article by a man attempting to follow in Anjonous' diet, but failing because he couldn't take the pressure of his social life, and raw food diet, not meshing:

Social pressures have a great deal to do with diet. As I've said, my wife doesn't share at all in this diet and I'm going to my son's home for Thanksgiving dinner. He and his family don't share in this diet either. So, I'll be the "only one" eating in this strange way on this special occasion. That is tough to do for anyone! It's hard to go to a birthday party and refuse the cake! It is even harder to then start lecturing to the party-goers about the evils of sugar!

If you are a pot smoker, for instance, and all your friends are pot smokers, you will feel very much out of place in the Woman's Christian Temperance Society. The reverse is true, obviously.

If you with your American values were to try to live in an African village of cannibals, you could hardly find it "right" to kill and eat your enemies. What is right for them is not right for you. You would have a hard time "fitting in" that group.

So, we are a society of cooked food eaters! We are a society of sugar eaters. When you deviate THIS much from such a basic behavior, you will not fit in. Click here to read about my personal experience with compromising my own reality and eating a full complement of cooked food just to "fit in." I regretted it soon thereafter.

Even if you suppress your disgust at others eating cooked stuff, you feel it. Even when they are polite to you, they consider you weird.

I don't know what the solution for this is, but I am obviously looking for it.

This desire to be with people who are "like you" certainly explains why Catholics marry Catholics, usually, and why it is a big deal when it doesn't happen. That is not so rigid today as it used to be, so it's a safe example to use here.

When I was young it was a real deviant behavior for a black person and a white person to marry -- still not "normal" but more accepted.

In this same way, I suppose, we will arrive at a social acceptance of "raw food eaters."

http://www.karlloren.com/Diabetes/raw-food-diet.htm

Now here is his biggest mistake: Perception.

Because our society has been in the same routine for so long, we fear deviating from the herd, we fear exclusion, we fear alienation.

My experiences w/ people's perceptions about my diet have varied, but mostly it has not been negative. When you fear something, or you are self-conscious of something, it is maximized to the outside world as being more extreme than it truly is. For example, if you wake up one morning w/ a pimple, you are completely horrified and you don't even want to leave your house; then throughout your day, everyone will probably stare at your pimple. But; if you wake up, stick some medicine on it, think;(its not too bad)and completely forget its even there, people will hardly even notice it.

I had one experience that really changed my outlook and made me feel really good, when I was working for Greenpeace.
When you were recruited to work sites, they usually sent a partner w/ you, especially when you're a noob. I was recruited w/ a guy, who was kinda nerdy, his hair was thinning and he was MY age, and he tried his best to eat the seattlite healthy way(soy milk and wheat bread etc.) I told him right off I ate raw meat(When I tell people I eat raw meat I act casual, like its perfectly normal)He said; "Really? Straight up just raw meat?" I said "Yup." He says to me; "So at lunch today, your just gonna pull out a package of raw meat and start eating it?" I reply; "Yes."

So lunch rolls around, I pull out my little Styrofoam and plastic wrapped package of ground beef, and I start eating it, dipping it in my favorite Annie's mustard. My companion then looks at me, pushes his meal to the side, and says; "Alright!" Now my first thought is he can't handle watching me eat my ground beef, and he's lost his appetite, but then he says; "Let me try some, I've gotta try everything at least once!" I'm in complete shock, totally speechless, this cooked food eater is asking to try some of my raw meat! I say; "Are you sure?" He's like; "Yeah why not!" So I pass him the package, and my mustard. He grabs a hunk, dips it, pops it in his mouth, chews it a bit, and tells me; "Hey, that's not too bad, I thought it would taste gross."

That experience greatly imprinted me, to realize that if you act strange and hidden about your raw meat eating habits, people will perceive it the same way as if you were hiding your meth pipe and losing rapid amounts of weight and you don't want anyone knowing.

So my general attitude about raw meat, is to sit down, w/e your hungry, and enjoy a good bowl of ground beef uninhibited. If people ask what your eating, simply state; "A bowl of raw meat." Don't act shy or nervous, be forward about your diet. If they ask questions, answer as politely as possible, you'll be surprised how many people are just curious more than they are disgusted or disturbed. I've had a lot of people just think it was really awesome that I was the only person they'd ever met that ate raw meat. Act like your raw meat eating is cool(cause it totally is)and be proud of your unique and healthy food choice, and the fact that you are way hotter than your cooked food eating friend!

Sky

Confessions of a Raw Foodist

I am a raw-foodist, of the RVAF category. My diet includes the following:
Mainly, raw ground beef
Raw fish
Raw vegetables
Raw complex carbohydrates (roots)
Raw fruits
Raw nuts
Raw milk
Dried fruits
PLENTY of water

Now it wasn't always this way…

The story of how I got here?
When I was young(1-2yrs) we were vegetarians; until my mom decided to give me a chicken drum one day…I was reportedly on my haunches, ripping at it with my teeth, my face covered in chicken grease.
I finished it within minutes, and looked up at my parents and shouted “MORE!” It was then that my parents realized my body must need meat.
From (2-14yrs) we ate meat twice to three times a week because my mom read that meat clogs your colon(which it does, but only cooked meat).
The rest of the week we ate large amounts of carbs; lentils, wheat bread, brown rice, even brown tortillas, beans, legumes etc.
For breakfast my family ate oatmeal, cornmeal, bulgur, millet, amaranth, cream of rice, every kind of hot morning cereal imaginable.
We ate salads with our carb dishes (which is probably the only thing that kept us alive).

Our family was allergic to pasteurized milk, so we switched to Soy
Milk, and Rice milk. Now I'm sure a lot of you are thinking; well all
those things are whole grains, so they must not be bad for you? In
truth; grains and carbs, are pretty much completely toxic to the human
body.

We have canines for a reason; because we eat meat.
You don't see tigers baking bread and cooking their gazelles over a
blazing hot fire. Not because they are "less advanced than us" but
because they are natural, and they are eating what their bodies tell
them to eat. We kill our food; cooking destroys all of the natural
things that make it good for us.
We are like vampires eating blood after it has been boiled; it will make us unhealthy and sick.

Most of society has grown used to the reality of having health problems;
So much so, that society is taught to believe it is a normal part of
life to be unhealthy and sick.
In my teens(14-17) I was so frustrated by my inability to gain weight,
that my best friend recommended I eat junk food and don't exercise. I
followed her advice; and ate the complete opposite of my family's diet.
I used to be like a lot of you, munching on Doritos, Hot Cheetos and
bean dip, greasy bake in your oven pizza, soda-pop, starburst and Twix.
I would drink homogenized pasteurized milk, and go w/ my friends
families to Old Country Buffet.

I'd look forward to my nightly visit w/ my cousin to the corner store,
so I could buy my ham n' cheese hot-pockets and sit outside on the water
bottle cases munching on micro-waved heaven. I loved Starbucks and visited
daily to get my fix of Veinte Carmel Mocha triple shot extra Carmel Frappachino.

I loved convenience stores and junk-food isles, tub ice-cream with
cardboard and lard, added chocolate flavoring and the almighty MSG and
corn syrup.
Lets not forget take-out Panda Express and midnight Jack in the Box monster tacos. But all that wonderful chemicalized artificial crap was the worst thing that ever happened to me. Add to the cocktail of aluminum filled products, some cheap sulfated beer, and whatever alcohol I could get a hold of, and you've got yourself a typical lower-class American teenager.

Through this diet of junk-food I had gained stubborn belly fat on my
abdomen, and stretch marks on my butt. I had no firmness in my body; I
was all cottage cheese and soft fat, but there was no weight to me.
I was really skinny, but not firm.
I thought that eating junk food was the only way to gain weight, but it was in ALL the wrong places.
Mostly my stomach, and lower half, I had chub, but not curve. My face lost its
shape and definition, I still had a chin, but it was just a round bubble face.

I had severe acne, not just on my face. I was constantly tired; I never
had any energy, and I felt like I was living in some cloudy haze. My
thoughts were never clear and I was a complete klutz.
I had frequent, almost daily migraine headaches (We will talk about migraines in another blog).
I remember going to school, and coming home every day so exhausted I would just sleep for the rest of the day.
I was at an all-time low in myself, and it seemed I was forever sinking lower.

My family ended up moving from Arizona to Washington, and it got even
worse then. I became so depressed I refused to leave my house, and I
slept for days, hardly moving, and vegging on the computer.
This went on for months, until my aunt needed me to assist in helping my dying Great
Grandmother, in Arizona.
It was when I moved back to Arizona that I started to become a bit more health conscious, but only in the sense of using band-aids.
I cleared up the majority of my acne by using over the
counter products. Because I was a live-in house-maid,
I started to get plenty of circulation and exercise, my health improved
much, but not everything was perfect.

I was getting knee and joint problems so severe I would get
knee dislocation; the joint would literally completely pop out of
socket, and then back in again.
My aunt had convinced me that I needed special knee surgery, a process in which surgeons would literally shave off some of my ligament and re-sew it together.
My mom was horrified by the idea of pointless surgery, and tried explaining to me it was my diet causing these problems.
I refused to listen to my mother's advice, or believe her.

Luckily, I did not get the surgery….because years later after I had
switched to an RVAF diet, I met a girl on a Grayhound bus when I was on
my way from Illinois to Washington; she had received the same surgery I
would have gone through for my joint problems. She could no longer run
or swim, and her knee made squeaking noises whenever she moved it…she
was in pain constantly.
I was so relieved I did not let some doctor butcher me; but instead changed my way of living. I had realized that w/e health problems I had, were only because of the way I was eating and living life.

I was a light drinker, no longer an alcoholic like I had been
previously.
Even so, every morning after I would drink I would get
heart-palpitations; these would last all throughout the day, until
night. By then, I would get really scared, and we would end up in the
emergency room.

I thought my health was the best it would ever be, and I accepted these
problems as if they were irreversible. My belief at the time was that;
as long as you are happy, your health will reflect it(I'm not saying
that this isn't true, being happy is definitely a large part of diet).

I took care of things at my aunts, surviving off of coffee, and working
a part time job at a pizza place. I eventually met some guy and moved in
with him; that relationship broke off, and I moved back home to Washington
with my family in the summer of 06.

Life went on for me, living w/ health problems I claimed had nothing to
do with diet. I got a part time job at JC Penney's that summer. I decided to go back to school after summer was over.

How did I find out about this diet?

My mother had a life-threatening debilitating disease, she was on her
deathbed at 38 years old. This disease is called Grave's Disease; it is
a disease of a hyperactive thyroid. It can cause inability to gain
weight, hair loss, accelerated aging, gray hair, weak joints and
muscles, weakened ligaments, blindness, weak retinas, acne, clubbed feet,

flat feet, lethargy, blindness, insomnia, depression etc. All of these
symptoms are accelerated by any kind of stress, or overworking. This
disease runs in my family, my brother and I both have it, w/ varying
degrees of severity.
Grave’s Disease can remain dormant even until your thirties, or occur in young childhood.

My mother had tried everything to combat her Grave’s Disease; supplements, less
meat, more whole grains, Kombucha, EM(Effective Microbes), Blue-green
Algae, de-toxing enemas. She did Yoga, and Qi Gong; along with meditation.

Her search for answers led her on a path to raw meat; her instincts told
her that she should eat raw meat.
So she did large amounts of research, and all her research only led her to information on feeding raw meat to animals.
The recipes for the animal food were all these elaborate complicated
ways of eating raw meat.
So, desperate to find a solution, she tried the recipes, and the very preparation made the meat taste horrid.
So she moved on, in search of the cure to all her health problems, but not
forgetting that urge to eat raw meat.

Later, she came upon a Raw Meat and Animal Foods group, on Yahoo!
Groups, ran by Vinnie Pinto, inspired by the RVAF diet discovered by
Aajonus Vonderplanitz.
This diet contained NO grains, legumes, beans, breads, or cereals.
The diet focused mainly on the consumption of raw beef, and raw fish, and raw milk;
as well as juicing, vegetables, and low amounts of fruits, raw nuts, and dried fruits.

She switched to this diet immediately, excited to have finally found a
cure!
A little over three years later and still on her RVAF diet, her
Grave's Disease is completely cured, and she's getting younger every
day.
My mom had tried many times convincing me that my health problems
would be solved if I just stopped eating carbs, and cooked food.

To be perfectly honest, I thought she was crazy, I mean I was RAISED by
her, to eat whole grains and hardly any meat.
I thought; she's just being a hypocrite, changing her mind again.
From my perspective, being that of a selfish uncaring teenager,
I had hardly paid any heed to my mother's disease.
I was hardly ever home long enough to know that these
were serious realities, I was in a state of denial.
All I had seen was my mom taking miracle cures that never seemed to work, and in my mind, it was all as simple as ignoring there was a problem.

Throughout the whole summer, my mother and I slowly resolved our issues.
I learned of her diet, and improved my own diet, although; I still
refused to switch to her way of eating.

After summer was over; I went back to high-school, I was in 12th grade.
That year, all the kids in the school caught a nasty flu, and I hadn't
had a flu in about 4 years. It was terrible; I had body aches and
nausea, horrible sinus problems, all the bad things that go with a typical
flu.

It was because of that flu that I made a vow to myself, that I never
wanted to be sick again; so I quit all carbs. I completely withdrew from
all forms of grains, breaking down only ONCE, to try a Newman-o's Oreo
cookie; and realized it wasn't what it was all was cracked up to be.

As my diet of salad, medium rare steak, and fruit progressed, I noticed
many benefits, but it still wasn't enough.
I watched my mom prepare her raw ground beef,
not able to bring myself to take that last step.
I began to get so health conscious that I started to jog every day, along
w/ yoga and dancing.
My health improved; but I was losing a lot of weight.
Then one day after a morning jog, I went to into the kitchen,
and saw my mom preparing raw meat sushi rolls.
I took a deep breath; I knew this was it…I asked my mom if I could try a bite!
I popped it in my mouth, and damn, it was pretty good! That was the beginning of my raw meat diet, and I haven't looked back since.
In this series of blogs we will learn how cutting out the carbs, and
eating plenty of raw fat and protein, can cure ANY health problem,
disease, symptom, and even mental illness!

The Game: Tuesday, October 24, 2006

I posted this blog last year, when I was attempting to go back to HS in 12th grade. I was raised as a homeschooled child, and taught how to learn for myself, as well as being taught knowledge passed from my parents. I was taught never to accept anything as base fact, w/out doing my own research. I was encouraged to learn for myself; why something was, how it worked, on top of my parents guidance. I was taught to always stand up for my beliefs, my values, and state my opinion. I was taught that no matter what my age, I was not less than adults just because they were older, or they were authority figures. Look at hitler!

The Game

I have come to the conclusion, that truly, I cannot play the game, because I will not let myself. To truly play the game, I would have to become a minute pawn, and unlearn my awareness. I would have to put myself, into a self-induced sleep. Once aware, truly, openly, and willingly aware, one cannot w/ a clear conscience, go back to sleep.

Every day I get up, at 5:45, I prune and primp, and dress my part, I gather my papers and bags, and laptop, and trudge off to the corner of N. 200th and Wallingford; I wait in the freezing cold 30 degree weather for a bus cram-packed full of teenagers, clogging the windows w/ condensation as I feel the muggy sticky air full of germs, my stomach turns. I listen to their banter in my half-awake trance/daze, meaningless conversations not pertaining to my reality, but to the reality of our information-depraved youth.
I cannot look into the future and see myself riding bus #26, every single day for the rest of the school year. Then the bus pulls to a stop in front of the jam packed system of ants, as they wander in herds to classrooms full of information more outdated then the building it is taught inside. And I watch in horror, as I too, wander off in my herd, to my classroom, as the bell rings. I take my seat in my first period, as I daze off, and my mind wanders; I question why I sit here relearning information, at an incredibly slow and disgustingly tedious rate.
Previous to this adventure in the government-run land of preset curriculum's, I was learning at my own pace, with library books on everything that fascinated me, and videos and materials, that I seemed to consume like a healthy snack.
I learned much quicker this way, and I realize this system is designed to pull us down into a vicious replaying cycle of old information regurgitated onto thousands of young minds every year, to keep us in the proper boxes, where they think we belong.
Subjects come up that I disagree with, and they ask me shut my mouth, to sit down and pretend I agree with everything; not to follow my own sources, books and links. They ask me to learn solely from the materials they have given me. To truly understand an undiluted version of history, of government, of science, of art, one must hear all sides of the story, or fall pray to a cycle of stagnation; never growing, learning, becoming, or understanding. Retaining only the information fed to us, so that we may become carbon copies of information, instead of people w/ opinions and ideas.
I cannot play this game when truth bleeds from the corners of every lie I watch them spit out onto papers. I will play the game where it suits me.
This reality is filled w/ knowledge, yet ignorance is the disease that seems predominant in minds. As a person, I will not accept the constants, the barriers and walls placed in an "as is" reality; because I will grow old, and regret everything I never learned, every thing I never pursued, and die as an individual living apart of a mass agreed consciousness.
To truly pursue ones dreams, one must first understand what those dreams are, one must dabble in many arts and sciences, politics and experiences, and whatever it is they feel most acutely attracted to, mostly passionately desire, that is their calling; and one should never ignore its voice. We should chase after that dream, and make it our reality.
I feel that the school system dilutes and clogs our minds, filling us w/ an unnecessary amount of pointless information, so that we are so overwhelmed, we cannot truly let our minds clearly understand and see what we are being told; resulting in the blurring of our vision. We become confused w/ the over-inundation of information, and agree only because we don't know any better. I believe as people, we have endless potential, endless possibilities, but we are restrained, restricted, and told where to go and what to believe. The majority of these students will graduate only to work a minimum wage job, settle down, and raise a family, barely getting by; another slave to our economy.
This game is not about the faces of politicians, the laws of our government; it's about power. We are the slaves, and to remain as such, we are required to participate in the programs that continue our ignorance. The bus drivers, the teachers, the janitors, construction workers, cashiers and clerks, and so on, and so forth; they play the game and continue feeding the monster, as it grows, we weaken. We allow it to feed off of our energy, our hearts, the very essence of our beings we pour into these slave jobs, and for what? Clothes made in third world countries, cheap genetically modified food; poisoning our bodies? We are given a slaves necessities, and our consciousness is too bedraggled, too torn and beaten to fight back. I, as a person, and a being, will no longer participate in this game.

Indigo Children: Higher beings or just brats?

The indigo child:
The following is an excerpt from a supposed Informative Indigo Children web site:
http://www.metagifted.org/topics/metagifted/indigo/

Is Your Child an Indigo?

To find out, ask yourself these questions:

1. Did your child come into the world acting like royalty?

2. Does your child have a feeling of deserving to be here?

3. Does your child have an obvious sense of self?

4. Does your child have difficulty with discipline and authority?

5. Does your child refuse to do certain things they are told to do?

6. Is waiting in lines torture for your child?

7. Is your child frustrated by ritual-oriented systems that require little creativity?

8. Does your child see better ways of doing thing at home and at school?

9. Is your child a nonconformist?

10. Does your child refuse to respond to guilt trips?

11. Does your child get bored rather easily with assigned tasks?

12. Does your child display symptoms of Attention Deficit Disorder?

13. Is your child particularly creative?

14. Does your child display intuition?

15. Does your child have strong empathy for others?

16. Did your child develop abstract thinking very early?

17. Is your child very intelligent?

18. Is your child very talented (may be identified as gifted)?

19. Does your child seem be a daydreamer?

20. Does your child have very old, deep, wise looking eyes?

21. Does your child have spiritual intelligence?

Now seriously folks, actually READ these questions. Doesn't this sound a bit like an undisciplined brat? What EXACTLY defines "Old, deep, wise looking eyes"?

Excerpt from Indigo Children page:
There's a very good chance your child is an Indigo if he/she was born after 1992. About 85% or higher of children born in '92 or later, 90% born in '94 or after and 95% or more born now (some even say 99%) are Indigo Children! Does this mean you aren't one if you were born prior to 1992? No! I've heard reports that they started coming in the 80s, but that means coming in larger numbers. I believe there have been Indigos born in every year, but perhaps not in high enough percentages to notice their presence and see what makes them so unique. So can you be a 24 yr old Indigo or a 50 year old one? Yes!

Lets mention the fact that after the 90's, children were more increasingly being raised by TV's, Daycares, Nanny's, and electronic noise-producing toys. Or how about the new learning video games they have out; where you just sit little Sally down in front of her "Learning Game" and she can vege out without any parental participation.

Lets also mention our increasingly degrading economy, the sudden "Foreclosure Crisis", and both parents having to work full time jobs while barely getting by. Most children are being fed lunchables and pop-tarts; because their parents do not have time to teach them how to make their own meals, nor do they have money to buy them proper healthy lunches.

These days, most parents only have time to drop the kids off at soccer practice, sit them in front an x-box or cable TV; and avoid spending any time actually interacting w/ them. Hence why we have a new generation of rude, irresponsible, brats.

I was recently working at a home daycare, and happen to notice that all of these children literally did not KNOW how to PLAY. They attempted to play house, but got confused or bored and moved on to play cars. They did not know how to make sounds for the vehicles; because all the toys have devices installed to create noise for them.
They did not know how to act, or play pretend, because no one had ever taught them. I remember seeing children come into the daycare; they would get so excited they would completely forget about their parents, and charge into the daycare, w/ grins on their faces. They called the day care owner "Mom" because they saw her more often than their own parents. When summer break came, 8 year olds were attending the daycare and being tortured by boredom, instead of going on camping trips or to the park.
The "Teacher" daycare owner, did not talk to them like people, but instead talked AT them as if they were non-human entities, or inanimate objects. I would look at the children and talk to them on THEIR terms, and explain what "Teacher" meant. They would appreciate this, and were happy to oblige to what they were asked.

The new trend in child rearing: Unconditional Love.
What a load of crap. If your child throws a rock at your head, are you going to give them a big hug? No! Your going to sit them down, tell them why this is bad, and punish them for their behavior. No one likes this word "Punish"; most people equate it with using a belt or a ruler. When I was a child, my parents came up w/ very creative ways of punishment; my brother and I once got all of our toys taken away for a month when we didn't clean our room. We had to earn our toys back by doing chores.
When we talked back we got soap in our mouths, or duck tape. Was this death? Horrible or cruel torture? No; it was a method of letting us know that shit won't fly.

Not only did my parents teach us discipline, but they let us know the reasons why certain things were not cool. My mom let me know all of the dangers of drugs with own her horror stories. When I got older and drugs came into my life, via friends, I said HELL NO.
My parents also interacted w/ us as people, taught us how to cook, clean, build, and DEFEND ourselves. That's right, my parents taught us how to fight. Now I'm sure most of you are shaking in your boots now, "that's not right!" Violence is BAD. Well guess what? It exists, its a natural part of nature, of being a predator.
Follow this link for a comprehensive article on what it means to be a predator:
(http://www.lockergnome.com/nexus/shadowmyth/2007/07/22/the-suppression-of-predatory-desires If we can't defend ourselves, then others will walk all over us. I'm not saying to choose random fights, but if someone attacks me, I'm going to defend myself.
The Indigo Children, are just an excuse for parents to continue being bad parents, w/out taking responsibility for their actions.

As a parent, ask yourself THESE questions:

1. Is my child acting out because I'm not acknowledging them?

2. Am a being a good parent?

3. Are my children not respectful of others, because they were not taught how to interact w/ others?

4. Do I play pretend with my children?

5. Do my children spend more time with the Nanny, than me?

I think you get the picture. Look in the mirror, look at your child. Ask yourself if using a bunch of excuses for their behavior is really in their benefit, or if it just makes it easier for you? If you want a revolution, or some new "Vibrational Pattern" be a good parent, and a friend to your child. Teach your children to be conscious of their surroundings, of others, give them purpose. Right now we have a generation of children who don't give a damn; they are lost and confused, depressed and "Emo", or violent and uncaring. Why? Because they were never given any purpose. Teach them how to live, how to cook, or sew, or do construction(not Bob the Builder videos). The revolution starts with you being a real parent.

What I got for free-Improvisation leads to creation

Today my fiance and I(we live in a tent in my parents backyard)woke up to the ring of Sam's(my fiance's)cell phone, it was his mom.
So; at 9:30 this morning we go into the house, Sam sits down at his computer, pops up the free section of Craigslist, and goes off to make breakfast and forgets about it. I walk over to his computer seeing CG's free section; and unable to contain my curiosity sit down and start to browse, the first thing I see is: ITS ALL FREE, FREE FREE, TAKE IT ALL!!!!
So I click, and its an estate sale of free stuff, I huge one that starts at 10:00am! So I get the address, google it, wake up my mom, and get my dad to drive, and my whole family gets in the van and drives there. We are ten minutes early!
Here's what we got:

A vintage model 401A Singer sewing machine, attached to a table:(I've wanted one FOREVER)



Black mink fur coat
Pair of dress shoes
Women's stockings
A tackle box of deep sea fishing equipment
A bunch of towels, wash cloths, and sheets
Hammer
Salt shaker & pepper grinder
A huge cardboard box of candles
Sealed glass food stuff jars
Candy thermometer & baking thermometer
Henna shampoo
2 tea makers
8 kitchen knives
A sithe
Gasmask
Whip cream dispenser
Acrylic paints
High quality artist paper(LOTS)
Mason jar lids
Vintage drapes(I use for clothing fabric)
Copper food display tray(My bro and dad are going to use this for a dice rolling device)
3 monkey wrenches
C-clamp
Hand-powered vintage drill, and bits
Long screw driver
Wood bleaching kit
Coffee maker
2 Vintage lamps:




Now I'm sure everyone reading this, thinks that my family is a bunch of pack-rats, but in absolute truth, we have real uses, for all of these things!

Adventure in the bathroom: Part VII

Tired of running out of shaving cream two weeks after you buy 3 cans? Or how about the fact all those aerosol cans end up in land fills, un-recyclable? Or the wonderful toxins it releases into the ozone later?! Oh the guilt of shaving...
But; there IS a solution!

$3 shave soap: herban cowboy(Or any other brand)
Buy a shave brush, and this stuff lasts far longer than the aerosol cans of shaving cream. Its smoothe on your legs, or your face(if your a man) A guilt-free shave is always best!

What are your favorite hair removal tips?