Turbo Cancer: Day 113 - October 2, 2022
Breathing
On this day, last year, my mom wrote:
Yesterday - felt great! Almost no pain, almost normal!
Gained 1.5 pounds - don’t know why. I had expected to spend the day in bed with nausea - but didn’t! 😊
Thank you, God, for the gift of yesterday. Today may be a close repeat.
“Breath Joins Matter and Spirit.”
A friend once said to me: “As long as you are still breathing, it’s not over.”
The earth is the gift of life. Great and powerful trees reach up toward the heavens, dropping tiny seeds onto the ground. The seeds reach into the soil, growing tiny roots, which they use to find the water and nutrients needed to grow. The seeds that survive become like their ancestors, with incredible strength, they reach for heaven.
In order to live and to grow, trees require energy. They gain this energy by collecting sunlight and air through their leaves, and water through their trunk. From the air, trees consume carbon dioxide, which they combine with the sunshine and water, creating nourishing sugars that spread throughout their branches and the trunk. The sugars provide the tree with the energy needed to produce the food that we eat.
That is the process of photosynthesis, which is a chemical reaction with an important bi-product: oxygen.
Oxygen is a chemical that mammals need to survive. Without oxygen, there is no breath.
To spend time on earth, we are required to breathe.
The earth is a place of matter. It is the place where our spirit takes on a physical form and interacts with the world through its senses. It is where food has a flavor and where flowers have a smell. It is where we can hold our children in our arms and where we can hug our mother at the end of a long day.
The earth is a place of solidity. It is a place of sensation. It is a place of consciousness.
The earth is a place of matter.
In order to experience life on earth, we must be able to breathe.
On this day, last year, my mom and I slowly walked through her garden. She felt well enough to visit with her plant friends. They had missed her.
And she had missed them.
It was a warm, sunny autumn day. Most of the flowers had gone to seed. Most of the remaining vegetables were shriveling on the vine. Most of the ladybugs and bees were preparing for hibernation. Most of the monarch butterflies had begun their long migration south.
My mom was thrilled when we got to the corner of her garden, where the milkweed had flourished. The milkweed pods were opening, releasing their cottony, floating seeds. However, a few flowers remained.
Among the flowers, we saw a single monarch, collecting nectar, gathering energy for her long flight.
For many years, my mom had tried to grow the plants that would attract the monarchs. She finally succeeded. My mom created this corner of her garden in honor of the wild queen of butterflies. Experiencing this butterfly’s visit with my mom was magic.
While we watched the gentle butterfly, my mom and I breathed the clean, healing air of the garden.
In its natural state, as originally created, the earth has everything that we need. The trees give us oxygen, the plants give us medicine, the animals give us nutrients, and the water gives us hydration.
It doesn’t need to be changed or improved upon or altered or saved. It needs to be allowed to grow and to flourish as it was originally created. We need, simply, to live symbiotically with nature, once again.
Modern, western man has, as a species, lost his connection with the earth. Sadly, the modern, western child has lost his connection with the earth, as well.
In my estimation, the separation of childhood from nature is the greatest tragedy of modern civilization. We can see the consequences playing themselves out when we observe the condition of youth in our cities.
I taught preschool for thirty years in Cook County, Illinois. I have known over one thousand brand new spirits. Without exception, every single child I ever met has been filled with love, joy, beauty, curiosity, intelligence and potential.
In the cities, which are controlled by the system, children have been separated from nature. They have been separated from their birthright. They have been separated from God.
Without God and nature, the spirit dims. As if it were a plant without sunlight, it shrivels.
Children who do not appreciate bio-diversity cannot appreciate human diversity. Children who do not respect natural life cannot respect human life. Children who do not understand their role in the natural order can never understand their own significance.
Or the significance of others.
It is as if the vulnerable population living in our nations cities had been the subject of an evil experiment.
What will happen if we put a large number of people into crowded spaces, made of concrete and metal, with toxic smoke in the air?
What will happen if the only food we provide is teeming with toxic chemicals and carcinogenic micro-plastics?
What will happen if we add a strong electro-magnetic field to the environment?
What will happen if we encourage a father to abandon his wife and his children?
What will happen if put the children into a group daycare home, from birth?
What will happen to the kids when they are shaped, and thereby constrained by the hedonistic, materialistic, nihilistic satanic system?
We can easily observe what will happen. It has happened. It is happening.
Sometimes, I still cry for those poor babies whom I once knew. They deserve so much better than what they are given. What is being done to those sweet spirits is criminal.
Violence among urban youth increased dramatically during the Covid years. These kids have been fucked over by the system, and they’re angry.
I’d be mad too, if all of my potential had been stolen from me.
Many, many people are angry. My hope is that our collective anger will become directed toward those whom we identify as responsible for the destruction of childhood. We didn’t do this to each other - it was done to us. To put a sharper point on it, it is all part of the strategy, and its particular tactics, employed to bring about our complete destruction. Our end.
My mom lived symbiotically with nature. Over the course of forty years, my mom cultivated and developed a beautiful garden filled with color, smell, taste, sound and texture. The food that she grew was the food that she ate. In her garden, she was at one with earth and heaven.
My mom’s spirit remained in the light.
My mom’s spirit was at peace.