An Intro to the Essence of Flower Therapies

 

 Most people today are familiar with holistic healing therapies, particularly the practice of using herbs for healing.  But raise the subject of healing with flower essences, and most people are at a loss to tell you what an "essence" is. 

First of all, essences are not the same as essential oils.  In fact they are very different.  Essential oils are used in aromatherapy treatments, home fragrance, and bath and body products.  Unlike essential oils, essences contain no biological material, have no scent, and no confirmed physical therapeutic properties that you would associate with an essential oil used in aromatherapy. 

So what are they then?  Simply put:  essences are liquid solutions that contain the energetic or vibrational nature of the flower or plant from which it is made.  An essence is the energetic imprint of the life force of the flower or plant.  This imprint is captured in water and then a preservative is added (usually alcohol).  This solution, or decoction, is then stored in bottles (which usually include an eyedropper) so that the essence can be taken orally, added to bath and body products, or used on chakras or meridian points.

Unlike essentials oils, essences do not contain any of the biological content of the plant from which they are made; therefore, they are non-toxic. 

Nature has its own energy or life force.  This energy or life force allows everything around us to function, live, adapt, grow, blend, and flourish within its surroundings, and to survive its environment by evolving to cope with challenges around it.

Most people are familiar with the word "chi" or "qi," used by the Chinese to describe the life force.  The yogis of India refer to the life force as prana.  The Hawaiians call the life force mana.  Native Americas call it manitou; in Hebrew the life force is known as ruach, and in Islamic cultures it is known as baraka. 

All life, in whatever form it takes, comprises energy, and this energy is constantly mixing, merging, and exchanging.  People like Isaac Newton and Albert Einstein spent years exploring it through physics and the same goes for those who are studying quantum mechanics today -- so much in the universe does seem to relate to vibrations and energy. 

Essence making is a tool for capturing the vibrations and energies of life.  Much research has been done over years by scientists and other people on how water can be affected by vibration and the energy to which it is exposed, and the way that it can hold a memory of the energy or vibrations to which it has been exposed.  This is why flower essences are prepared in water. 

To understand how essences work, you need to recognize that a human being is more than just a physical body.  Each person has his or her own external and internal energy and vibrational centers.  You may have heard them described as auras, chakras, subtle bodies, or meridians -- to just name a few.  Many people simply visualize these energies and vibrations as mists that surround and go through us;  they can carry different colors, frequencies, sounds, and speeds.  These are not visible to human eye but they are still very much there.  Interchanging, mixing, and merging with each other and all living things throughout the world.

Here is a great example of the way in which these subtle bodies and energy centers can impact the way you feel or affect what you think about a situation: Take a moment to think of a time when you met someone and liked them instantly, although you have never met before.  How about a time when you have walked into a room and not been comfortable or sure about the space you were in, uncomfortable with the "vibes"?  Or a time when you took a walk in nature and experienced a difference in emotion without knowing quite why?  This is because your vibration and energy centers mix with the vibrations and energy centers that are around you, affecting your thoughts and feelings, thus creating a vibration and energy with you.  Those external and internal energy centers evoke emotional and psychical responses making you feel a certain way.

When our energy systems are affected -- whether by thoughts, feelings, or life experience--we can feel off-balance.  This is where working with energy and using the life force and the imprint of the vibrations we can obtain through essences can make a difference.  We use what nature has to offer, by taking the vibration of our mind, body, and soul, so that an optimum state of healthy and well-being can be achieved.  As everything has its own energy, the combination of what to use and when it should be used is unique to each of us.

Dr. Edward Bach

Before we look at a few of the essential therapies themselves, let's have a look at the founder of flower remedies.  His name is Dr. Edward Bach, a physician who got tired of treating the symptom instead of the person and so developed his Bach Flower Remedies.  He specifically defined the seven moods that cause disease and suffering as, fear, uncertainty, loneliness, lack of interest, over-sensitivity, over-concern for others, and despair.  He then went on to discover a total of thirty-eight different flowers that could help bring about changes for his patients.  He defined the seven qualities of healing disease as hope, peace, faith, joy, certainty, love, and wisdom.  He truly believed the mind played an important part in improving general health and well-being, and explained his therapy as a way,  "...to raise our vibrations and open up our channels for the reception of our Spiritual Self, to flood our natures with the particular virtue we need, and wash out from us the fault which is causing harm."

So let's look at some therapies. 

Wild Rose:

The BACH remedy Wild Rose encourages the positive potential for enthusiasm and a lively interest in life. Reignite your passion for life, and find enthusiasm for the world in general, work, and those you care about. Take initiative, and make some changes.

Mustard Flower:

Be Joyful, with BACH Mustard The BACH remedy Mustard encourages the positive potential to return to joy. Everyone faces occasional sudden gloomy feelings. When you are feeling down, bring joy back into your daily life.  

Bach Star of Bethlehem 

The BACH remedy Star of Bethlehem neutralizes the effects of grief and encourages the positive potential of inner strength. Deal with the aftereffects of a life-altering experience. Have comfort and soothe your pain and sorrows.

White Chestnut:

The BACH remedy White Chestnut encourages the positive potential to find tranquility and peace of mind. Don't let those repetitive thoughts cloud your mind and get in the way of your focus. Reclaim your day and cope with the hectic world around you.

Aspen Flower:

The BACH remedy Aspen encourages the positive potential to maintain a state of inner peace and security, regaining assurance of mind. For when apprehensions consume your mind, and unsettling feelings leave you on edge. Face the unknown with your head held high, and take on any moment throughout your day with confidence.

Chicory Flower:

Love Unconditionally, with BACH Chicory The BACH remedy Chicory encourages the positive potential to selflessly take a step back and care for others without expecting anything in return. Care for the ones you love without becoming manipulative or overprotective. Take a step back, and love unconditionally.

Crab Apple Flower:

Accept Imperfections, with BACH Crab Apple The BACH remedy Crab Apple encourages the positive potential to embrace your body and mind, and accept your imperfections. Obsessive thoughts over imperfections can lead to a poor self-image and a feeling of uncleanliness. Learn to accept yourself.

Larch Flower:

Have Confidence, with BACH Larch. The BACH remedy Larch encourages the positive potential to approach different situations with confidence and determination. Are you nervous to try new things due to a lack of confidence, or need a boost to your self-esteem? Find your inner confidence.

Hornbeam Flower:

The BACH remedy Hornbeam encourages the positive potential to be certain in your ability, and “face the day ahead.” Shake off that “Monday morning feeling,” cope with the demanding day ahead and face whatever obstacles are on your schedule, without hesitation. 

Honeysuckle: 

 “Those who live much in the past, perhaps a time of great happiness, or memories of a lost friend, or ambitions which have not come true. They do not expect further happiness such as they have had.” 

Good for: Homesickness, nostalgia, bereavement 
 
Gentian:

“Those who are easily discouraged. They may be progressing well in illness or in the affairs of their daily life, but any small delay or hindrance to progress causes doubt and soon disheartens them.”
Good when you easily get discouraged when faced with difficulties. 

Oak: 

“For those who are struggling and fighting strongly to get well, or in connection with the affairs of their daily life. They will go on trying one thing after another, though their case may seem hopeless. They will fight on. They are discontented with themselves if illness interferes with their duties or helping others. They are brave people, fighting against great difficulties, without loss of hope of effort.”

Good for exhaustion, overwork, workaholic, fatigued, over-achiever

Willow Flower:

“For those who have suffered adversity or misfortune and find these difficult to accept, without complaint or resentment, as they judge life much by the success which it brings. They feel that they have not deserved so great a trial that it was unjust, and they become embittered. They often take less interest and are less active in those things of life which they had previously enjoyed.”   

Fights self pity, resentment, short-changed, poor me, sulky, irritable, grumbling, bitterness, blame, complain

 

Thinking of a Woman Buddha as the USA slips back into the Dark Ages.

 

So lets talk female Buddha Power today boys and girls, more specifically, Mandarava.  

If you've never heard of her, let me tell you she was a liberate woman monk long before it was acceptable -- well, kind of acceptable considering the rollback of a woman's choice to say what happens to her body being threatened in the USA Supreme Court as we speak which has always been about politics and not life.  

Back to Mandarava: She was a princess born into wealth, but overcame that by standing up to her parents when they tried to marry her off into an arranged marriage.  

"Mandarava don't play that shit! (I paraphrase)" she said, and so made her escape.  

Of course this pissed her Alpha Dog father off and so he did what any loving father would do:  he had her thrown into jail. 

Seeing her suffering as an opportunity -- as all good Buddhist do -- she simply converted 800 woman to the Buddhist Mystic Law -- "800 woman in prison?" apparently marijuana was a crime back then too -- and they became a Dharma force to be reckoned with because her father was so overwhelmed that he gave her her freedom and she fled with the nuns to continue her life as a Bodhisattva.   

When she had completed all of her beneficial activities, it was time for her to depart from this world. Her body became invisible and then manifested as a sphere of light filling the entire sky.  She departed to the Akaniṣṭa Paradise of Padmavyūha and arose as the supreme secret consort of primordial wisdom. 

On a final note boys and girls, we are all Bodhisattvas, some of you just don't know it.  A Bodhisattva is a person who has achieved Buddha enlightenment in a previous life, however, instead of accepting Nirvana, she/he comes back to help others find enlightenment, like me. 

Eso Terry wearing his evening gown of choice.

~~ Eso Terry   

My New Good Luck Charm called Joan of Arc

I got a new good-luck charm from the thrift store this weekend.  There was something about it that called out to me, maybe her black eyes or burn-victim face, whatever, it said to me, "buy me and I'll bring you good luck." 

And so I have another spooky conversation piece that will go well with the chalk drawing my daughter made of me and her at a Dallas Museum of Art summer art class I once took her to when she was 5.  It is kind of spooky too for in her chalk drawing I look like the devil.  The art teacher said my daughter had talent, today she is an artist/art teacher and the teacher was right: I am the devil. 

The Chalk Drawing

Speaking of burn-victim faces and the devil, on this day in the year of our lord 1431 a man of God showed Joan of Arc all the torture tools he had to use on her if she continued to insist God had talked to her.  

 

The thumb smasher to smash your thumbs one twist at a time, in the name of of lord.

The Gossip mask we put on the head of woman who have been found gossiping, or talking as if she were a man, for woman who gossip or talk like a man are being controlled by the devil. 

This chair has tiny spikes on it which will cause you to bleed out, slowly enough so you have plenty of time to repent.

The breast ripper.  Need I say more?

And for woman who have had an abortion, the Kavanaugh Special (named after a 13th century knight, not our current Supreme Court man by the same name): the Clit Ripper. 

To avoid being victimized by anyone of these tools of God, all Joan had to do on this day in 1431 was admit to the priest that "God only talks to men."  But Joan wasn't playing any of that shit, and instead, she said (as we know from the church records):

"Truly, if you were to have me torn limb from limb and send my soul out of my body, I would say nothing else.  And if I did say anything, afterwards I should always say that you had made me say it by force.

I have asked my voices to counsel me whether I should submit to the Church, because the churchmen were pressing me to submit to the Church.  And my voices have told me that, if I want our Lord to help me, I must lay all my deeds before him."

 

And what did the priest say in response?  That wasn't recorded, but we do know that a few weeks later, on May 30th of the same year, Joan was burned to a stake at the tender age of only 19. 

 

My new conversation piece titled "Joan."

 ~~ Eso Terry

 

Living With Cancer, Sunlight, Breath.

The sun came through my window like the Buddha this morning and it is good to be alive.  I need to make a correction to my Blue Buddha post a few days ago, for in it I said "I am dying of cancer."  Not a good choice of words, the correct statement is "I am living with Cancer."  That's how it is.  For there is no difference in one's life as long as he/she can walk, talk, or bicycle.  And for the time being I can do all three.

For the last few days my chest has been hurting.  Could be the cancer, or it could be a pulled muscle from lowering video production equipment in my car.  That's right,  I am still working for the man.  It is what some of us do.  "We work until we drop," as my grandfather used to say, and he did, he died mowing the grass a few months before he was going to retire from his factory job and enjoy a life of leisure in the Florida sun.

Yes, the sun is shining through my window this morning and I'm alive with cancer.  This moment is worth a million bucks people, breath deep, enjoy it.  It is all we get to share in the end, breath.

~~ Eso Terry  

Looking at The Bright Side of Cancer

So in this mornings chants, (Daimoku), I chanted for the cancer cells in my body to become benign and grow smaller than they were yesterday.  I do this because this body that has the power to create such ailments surely has the power to fix them.  Stay tuned for more on my miracle healing from the power of Nam Myo Renge Kyo.  

Today, however, I want to talk about the good news of getting cancer. That's right, like anything else that is bad, there is some good.  With cancer you don't have to worry about tomorrow anymore, that's right, that retirement account you didn't add enough money to when you had the chance doesn't matter now.  Then that hole in the ceiling you've been putting off fixing, fuck it.  Yes, these thoughts are now replaced with things you need to fix for when you are unable to fix things, like that bathroom toilet in your bathroom you stopped using years ago for the second bath down the hall.  Need to fix it now so you won't have so far to walk when you are on those serious cancer meds that might make you toss your morning cookies, repeatedly. 

Speaking of meds, how about some serious pain pills, they might help focus on things like the esoteric thoughts of Plato, that could be a plus.  

Then those tools you didn't return and that money you never repaid, fuck it, take it with you to the grave, it will balance out in the next life. 

Yes, dying of cancer does have some perks.  The biggest perk is being able to blog about the other side, the great beyond, the land of light, and what can be more esoteric than this?

The Healing Blue Buddha Came To Me This Morning.

During this morning's chants the vision of a blue Buddha came to me.  I say Buddha, but it could have been my past Bodhisattva life.  In my particular branch of the Buddha faith we believe the Lotus Sutra is the most important sutra of all and by reciting it we have the power to move mountains; Shakyamuni himself said that it is the most important sutra of all, and that he waited until we were ready to receive it before giving us the good news: we are all Buddhas. It was his last sutra, the sutra that replaced all other sutras.  

The Lotus Sutra really is a psychedelic trip with Bodhisattvas floating in the Ceremony in the Air along with floating lotus flowers, voice-hearers, heavenly gods, benevolent deities, and other living beings.  With us all together the Buddha enters his Treasure Tower and begins to speak to us about how he has always been a Buddha, and we, the Bodhisattvas of the earth have chosen to come back as Bodhisattvas to help others obtain Buddha-hood. 

That is the simple version but it’s much deeper, and too deep to go into here, but it explains how my morning chants can take me places where I’ll see a blue Buddha and know it means something. So, together let’s see what it means. 

A google search of “blue Buddha” gives us this opening paragraph: 

Associated with the Akshobhya Buddha and the healer 'Blue Buddha,' Blue represents tranquility, ascension, the infinite, purity, and healing. 

Wow, that’s it in a nut shell. As you should know by now they have found cancer spots on my lungs again. The last time there was one and I had a part of my lung removed to get rid of it. A year later there are more spots. So, I might be dying. It’s not official yet, and with the appearance of the blue Buddha in my life, I believe there is hope.

Stay tuned boys and girls, I’m fighting this, and now with a visit from the healing Buddha, my chanting, and belief in the Mystic Law, you are about to witness a full fledged miracle of Lotus Sutra proportions. Or as we say in our chants: Nam Myo Renge Kyo. Try it, recite the words and make a wish, when it comes true you will know the power of the Mystic Law. 

~~ ESO Terry 

The Holy Qabalah, Aleister Crowley, and Nursery Rhymes,

Hermes and Maia

Ah yes, May, the fifth month of the current Gregorian calendar and the third month of Spring's rule, which derives its name from the Roman Springtime goddess Maia, whose divine powers encouraged the growth of crops. 

Wooo, I have to stop here for Maia is also the mother of Hermes, and well, I have to go Hermetic on your ass now because we have invoked the name of Hermes Trismegistus which brings us to today's topic: The Holy Qabalah, Aleister Crowley, and Nursery Rhymes, for you see all nursery rhymes before the Demiurge's Fake Religion of today, were holy.  

 So hold onto your seats boys and girls as we reveal one of the great secrets of the adepts.  

Old Mother Hubbard

Went to her cupboard

To get her poor dog a bone;

When she got there, 

The cupboard was bare, 

And so the poor dog had none. 

Who is this ancient and venerable mother?  According to Aleister Crowley she is none other than Binah of the Kabbalah, as is evident in the use of the holy letter H with which her name begins. 

And to what cupboard did she go?  To the most secret caverns of the Universe? And who is this dog?  It is not the name of God spelt backwards (saying "not" is the only way one can share the true secrets of an Initiate without provoking the spirits of the teachings).  And what is the bone?  It is the master's Wand.  

As Crowley said in his The Book of Lies, "This rime is the legend of the murder of Osiris by Typhon when the limbs of Osiris were scattered in the Nile, and Isis sought them in every corner of the Universe, and she found all except his sacred lingam, which was not found until Crowley's own time, but that's another story for another time.  

How about this one:

Little Bo Beep

She lost her sheep, 

And couldn't tell where to find them. 

Leave them alone!

And they'll come home,

Dragging their tails behind them. 

"Bo" is the root meaning Light, from which spring such words as Bo-tree, Bodhisattva, and Buddha. And "Peep" is Apep, the serpent Apophis.  This poem therefore contains the same symbol as that in the Egyptian and Hebrew Bibles.  The snake is the serpent of initiation, as the Lamb is the Savior.  This ancient one, the Wisdom of Eternity, sits in its old anguish awaiting the Redeemer.  And this holy verse triumphantly assures us that there is no need for anxiety.  The Saviors will come one after the other, at their own good pleasure, and as they may be needed, and drag their tails, that is to say those who follow out their holy commandment, to the ultimate goal. 

So get to work performing your holy commandment.  I'm serious, now what is your holy commandment?  Only you can know that, and believe me it is not in any church or Turkish Bathhouse -- you see, I did the extremes there.    

Hickory, dickory, dock!

The mouse ran up the clock;

The clock struck one, 

And the mouse ran down, 

Hickory, dickory, dock!

The clock symbolizes the spinal column, and the mouse is the Ego (the Qabalistic spelling of the word "mouse" backwards). The Ego force being driven up the spine, the clock strikes one, that is, the duality of consciousness is abolished.  And the force again subsides to its original level to try again.  Go back into meditation and figure it out. 

"Hickory, dickory, dock!" is the mantra which was use by the adept who constructed this rime, thereby hoping to fix it in the minds of men. 

Humpty Dumpty sat on a wall;

Humpty Dumpty got a great fall'

All the king's horses

And all the king's men

Couldn't set up Humpty Dumpty again. 

Humpty Dumpty is of course is the Egg of Spirit, the fertility egg, and the wall is the Abyss -- his "fall" is therefore the descent of spirit into matter; and no mere leader of men can put him back together again, it takes more, much more, such as faith. Faith in what, now that is the true question here.  

So that is it for today, Inititaes.  Remember, after five years of silience you will begin to understand.  The answer is love, but first, we must listen.  Oh, and never look at your image in the mirror besides a candle.  But you probably already know this.  

~~ Eso Terry

Boycott Musk Today, while we still can.

What I need to talk with you about today is my fears of Elon Musk.  On this day during the Covid 19 lock down back in 2020, I reported on how Elon Musk said it was "unamerican" to not allow people to go back to work -- in his factories -- because he was pissed off that he was losing so much money; in other words, f*&k you, get back to work, Scrooge has spoken.  

Putin Trump Ride Again!

I still hadn't aligned Musk with the Vladimir/Trump 1%'ers wanting to control the world through power, force, and making a shitload of money for themselves and their buddies.  My reasoning was that he gave us a cool electric car -- with the help of government handouts from the Obama administration, but that's just how the bastards swing, you and I need a buck for healthcare, it's public waste, they need a billion for a new car company, it's good business.

 

Then, a few years before that I reported on the Space X program and how it was the 1%'ers escape plan to evacuate our dying planet that they are leaving behind because it will cost them too much profit to fix, so they will simply leave it behind for us all to fix as they move into their new gated-community colonies on Jupiter or Mars.  I thought the escape plan was a government project, however, now I think it is the main reason for the Elon Musk space force, and his White Ass and family will be the first evacuees to the new, Anglo Saxon colony on the dark side of our moon, or one of those Earth Like, Mars moons. 

 

 

Are they really leaving our dumb assess behind?

With Elon Musk's hostile takeover of Twitter, it is all clear to me now: he is one of them!  He is a Vladimir Putin, Trumpian, Oligarch, ass who has been cooking the world in his master race soup from the beginning.  We should have seen this coming from his South African apartheid family wealth.  

We can no longer sit back and let this guy have his way.  

Boycott Musk Today, while we still can.

 

 

How I Plan to Save America Before This Cancer Kills Me.

I got to thinking last night, 'who's going to want to read about my cancer,' but then I thought, who wants to read about the Fall of Rome?  Everyone, because it is happening again in the US.  Case in point, around the 3rd century, Rome had become politically divided and so there was infighting which caused territories to split off only to be reclaimed by the Roman army.  Seeing this the Roman senate increased its military spending to be over half of its tax collections, and Support the Troops became the word of the day.  And to keep its massive military power it kept taxing the people more and more in the form of fees on water, toll roads, traffic violations, etc., while demanding little from it's wealthy 1%.   No shit.  The USA is on the identical path of Rome.  

Just like we had a civil war around 1863, Rome had a terrible civil war around 135 AD.  The military leader who won that war was general Septimius Severus, who became the War Machine leader.  He took all the money once used for public education and put it in more war machines to show its power to the world.  But the problem wasn't the world, the problem was the Roman politicians who blamed each other for the problems of the country while excusing the wealthy oligarchs who didn't want to improve the streets or schools, but only be left alone to make more money.  Finally, then as now the problems of the day were blamed on the liberal gardeners who wanted to plant pretty smelling flowers around the collisium to help cover the stinch of spilled gladiator blood. 

And of course, as I tell you each year on its anniversary, the end of Rome came in the year 410 when the Visigoth attacked the city after planting lunatic moles in the country that kept Romans fighting Romans instead of noticing that being divided was the Visigoths tool of choice, much as the enemies of the USA are waiting to walk in and take over our country while Conservatives fight Liberals, instead of realizing it takes both sides to run a country. Think about it, what if the world was made up of nothing but gun-toting Red Necks? Who would plant the flowers? Likewise, what if the world was made up of nothing but flower growers? Who would kill the flower eating deer?

As simple as is it to say, it is true: together we stand, divided we fall.

Rome’s enemies knew this and so do ours.

I only have a short time left in this existence, so let’s get this shit right before I return!

I love you Vladimir Putin. I love you Birney Sanders! I love you Donald Trump! I love you Joe Biden! I love you Marge Greene! I love you Elon Musk! I love you Elizabeth Warren!…

That’s how we each need to start, then we can talk about the little things. 

Our enemies are watching. 

On another good note, on this day in 1898 the first American cancer lab was established in New York State, and since then they have cured, well, I'll save that over the course of my chemo treatment.  So don't go away, this is just getting interesting as I try to save America before I die. 

~~ Eso Terry

Death be not proud, April 28 Cancer Diary Entry

So yesterday the doctor told me my lung cancer has returned. I remembered reading that Ron Wood of The Rolling Stones was diagnosed with lung cancer a few years ago and so researched him. It was eerie. He too had part of a lung removed and thought he was good to go only to find it came back. So now he’s doing chemo. I guess chemo is next for me, however, I don’t have great healthcare, and so might not be as lucky as he.

My healthcare is through the VA hospital here in Dallas. Seeing a doctor is like standing in line for a busy ride at the State Fair. The line moves slowly. Hopefully my cancer will too. 

Since the doctor told me there were spots on both my lungs my chest has begun to hurt. It’s a sting like maybe I pulled a muscle deep inside me. A muscle I never knew I had, but was always there: the dying muscle. Truth is, cancer has always been a part of my psyche like a water stain in the ceiling that has always been there but was covered with paint, and now has reappeared as a yellow stain. I come from a long line of lung cancer victims. Mom, Aunt, Grand Mom, like clock work every 10 years one of us has to go. 1974, my grand mother, 1984, my aunt, 2000, my mom, and now, 2022, me?  Wait, there is something wrong with my math, it was 20 years between my aunt and mom, and now 22 years between my mom and me.  The pattern is changing. I like that.  I would actually like to see it go 30 years.  I’m putting that out to the universe.  Join me each week as I show you how I am doing it. How I am going to win this battle. Oh shit, that’s what everyone says in the denial phase. But maybe, just maybe, death can wait for me, for as John Donn said many deaths ago, 

Death be not proud, though some have called thee

Mighty and dreadful, for, thou art not soe,

For, those, whom thou think’st, thou dost overthrow,

Die not, poore death, nor yet canst thou kill me.

From rest and sleepe, which but thy pictures bee,

Much pleasure, then from thee, much more must flow,

And soonest our best men with thee doe goe,

Rest of their bones, and souls deliverie.

Thou art slave to Fate, Chance, kings, and desperate men,

And dost with poyson, warre, and sicknesses dwell,

And poppie, or charmes can make us sleepe as well,

And better than thy stroake; why swell’st thou then?

One short sleepe past, wee wake eternally,

And death shall be no more; death , thou shalt die. 

Cancer Diary April 27. The day I found Out.

I’m dying boys and girls, so are you. 

On this day (April 27), in 4977 B.C., the universe was created, according to the German mathematician and astronomer Johannes Kepler. Was he right? Who knows, the guy wasn’t a religious quack, he was a planetary doctor. He looked up at the sky and saw things. Shit, he has the telescope that found new worlds in distant galaxies named after him, so he probably is right.

Good news: I’ll soon be able to ask him on the other side. You see, I’m dying. 

Today is not only the day the world started, it is the day the doctor told me my life is ending, for you see I have lung cancer. 

And so the fight begins. 

I thought I had beaten this sucker last year when they removed part of my lung and said I was good to go. 

This might be the subject of my blog for awhile. 

Welcome to my cancer diary. 

Facing death, I now understand life. It’s actually a relief to not have to worry about tomorrow for I am now entering the great beyond. Don’t worry for me, this place has never been my home for I’m just a pilgrim on the road (Steve Earle). 

The only thing I fear now is shitting myself in bed. I hope I go before that happens. 

I do intend to reincarnate quickly and continue this blog. So, I’ll see you in 30 years or so, quicker if I reincarnate with better spelling skills.

I’m dying. 

 April 27th and not only am I dying, but I am troubled.  I am troubled by the Oligarchs' bombing, raping, and pillaging in Ukraine that continues while the world does nothing; I am troubled that Suu Kyi, the liberal democracy leader in Myanmar who was ousted by a military coup, is now being imprisoned for five years on trumped up charges that she received gold as the president of the country.  For those of you too concerned with hanging guilt on the Democrats or Republicans -- whichever lie they got you believing in -- I have to tell you that Myanmar should alarm you for it is a prelude of the fight for freedom that is playing out in most countries of the world, and will soon be at a government near you -- if it already isn’t.     

Suu Kyi has been fighting for democracy in Myanmar her whole life.  In a fair election in 1990, her party won 81% of the votes, and yet she was not allowed to serve and was instead put under house arrest by the oligarchy controlled military who claimed she "stole the election."  Yes, the same thing Trump tried to pull in the USA 2020 election where he lost, and then tried to get a coup of Right Wing Americans to takeover the capital and create a shit storm of chaos so ugly that he could declare Marshall Law and keep his power forever, as his comrade in Russia has done. 

Yes, the 1% of the 1%'ers, the Oligarchs of the world are winning.  They do it by getting control of a country's conservatives, and/or military leaders and killing off the moderates and free thinkers.  In France, they almost achieved the crème de la crème last week in a close election where the moderate leader barely defeated the conservative Putin implant who wanted to build a wall around France from the rest of Europe -- sound familiar?  It should, for it was the same thing that happened in the USA with Donald Trump and his love affair for Russia.  Fortunately for the US, however, our military is run by a mixture of people that includes People of Color and varying religious backgrounds, and so, Trump couldn't get control over the military that he needed to pull off his Vladimir Putin coup. 

End of Cancer Diary April 27. The day I found out. 

Shakespeare Was Most Likely a Woman. There, I said it.

 

Yeah!  It is April 26th, finally! That special day of the year when Christians like me celebrate Shakespeare's Christening.  That's right folks, there are real records showing that William Shakespeare was christened on this day in 1564.   To date, however, the question still remains:  did the guy who was christened this day in 1564 really write all those fabulous plays?   Seems highly unlikely since the Shakespeare I speak-ith of was of humble ordinary means, yet, seemed to have a keen in-site into the world of the upper 1% of his day.  This is to say, that he was not only in command of great English for his time, he also knew the inner-workings of the royal court, and had traveled to a number of foreign countries of which he wrote?

Most scholars and smarties like me, agree that the Shakespeare we know was probably paid handsomely to keep his mouth shut while someone else used his name in writing the great works, but whoever could this have been? Was it:

Sir Francis Bacon: This eminent philosopher and statesman and attorney to the Queen?

Earl of Oxford: Edward de Vere, the seventeenth Earl of Oxford, an aristocrat and educated Elizabethan gentleman, as well as a sought-after patron of the arts?

Christopher Marlowe: a highly talented playwright and, as a contemporary of Shakespeare, was in the right place at the right time to have written the works?

So, which man-about-town was it?  Well, how about this: it wasn’t a man... What?... but a woman.  As painful as it is for men to believe this, a woman is the most likely suspect given the fact that any man would have gained by revealing his identify, but a woman, burned to the stake for being a witch.

The woman I speak of is Amelia Bessano Lanier, a coverso (clandestine Jew) and illegitimate daughter of an Italian born, Elizabethan court musician.

Along with the family theatrical background, Lanier was also a known mistress of a cousin of Queen Elizabeth I and so knew the inner-circle of the Queen’s court.

Conversely, in The Taming of The Shrew, there are characters named Alfonso (her husbands name) and Baptista (her late father’s name.

Yes, another male lie.

Marlowe or Shakespeare?

On this day in 1986, an explosion and fire at the No. 4 reactor of Chernobyl nuclear power plant in Ukraine resulted in a nuclear meltdown sending radioactivity into the atmosphere.  Considered the worse meltdown to date, the town of Chernobyl is still a ghost town.  The Russian government lied to the people in the area stating that the damage was minimal.   It wasn’t.


Is it any wonder that Ukraine doesn't want to become part of Russian again and are fighting for their lives!








The Collective Consciousness This Day in History

 

Lenard Dawe

It's funny how when something is put into thought, it enters the collective conscious and becomes accessible to us all.   It's Jungian 101 really.  Take for instance WWII and the Crossword Panic of May 1944.  The Allied Forces were planning the liberation of France by landing in Normandy.  The operation was called "Operation Overlord."  Top Secret.   So, you can imagine how nuts the British secret service were when they noticed that the crossword puzzles printed in the Daily Telegraph newspaper contained a surprisingly large number of words that were code-names relating to the coming invasion.  The answers to two clues were "Utah" and "Omaha"-- names that had been given to beaches in Normandy where American troops were to disembark.   Shortly afterwards, crosswords were published containing the answers "Mulberry," the code-name for the floating harbor, and "Neptune," a code-name for naval support.

At first, security agents were tempted to dismiss the whole matter as coincidence, but when a clue was given referring to a "Big-Wig," with the answer "Overlord," they began to worry that the crossword was somehow being used to warn the Germans.  Two officers were duly dispatched to interview the crossword compiler--a fifty-four-year-old teacher name Lenard Dawe.  After some close questioning, the agents became convinced that Dawe had no knowledge of the impending landings, and that his clues and their answers had indeed been a series of strange coincidence.

On this day in 1945, Soviet and American troops met at the River Elbe cutting Germany in two.  WWII was over and the Cold War had begun.  

 

Unfortunately, today, the Russian invasion in Ukraine is worsening.  Vladimir Putin's Troops are accused of more mass killings, rape, and pillaging.  Those things that come with war no matter who is responsible.  It just happens when people are made to do killings, that thing that goes against of all that is good.  

Last night I had a terrible dream.  It was a flying dream.  The strange thing is I was on a dragon and saw mountains, ice, and snow covered with the USA flag.  I fear it is a warning that the USA is about to get dragged into this war.  Think about it, it only takes one accidental bombing to start another world war.  

I chant that this doesn't happen and I am wrong.

Here is a war film I put together for the event.  It's an old student film.  I added Russian subtitles as an option in hopes that maybe, just maybe, someone sees this and realizes how stupid war really is.

Peace brothers and sisters.