Shutte Bug Hunger #3

I Don’t Wanna Drag This Out But…

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I think this is a pretty cule picture!  In fact, I think this, the best part of the series…  I always save the best for last! We will romp and play through a tiny world, one of mystery, craftsmanship, and three containers that are over 150 years old!

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I can’t tell you the heartache I endured picking tiny, white flecks off this thing!  The thrashing of limbs, and gnawing of teeth!  OK…  Perhaps not THAT bad… You wanted craftmanship?  Don’t forget to examine it full size in the slide show.  There’s more where that came from!

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Hears the more craftmanship…  I remember seeing the tops of these lighters in the late 1950’s…  That takes me back to the constant flow of gasoline fumes!

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These are the three that are over 150 years old.  I dunno.  I would think they’d have to have been mummified in Saran Wrap to come out looking this good!  See?  Someone’s always trying to pull a fast one on me.  And I’m always just one step behind them :O(

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Here is one of the tiny, cups from England.  It’s from the: ‘Royal Dalton’ collection.  Guys would just laugh at how tiny they are!  So ladies, you might like this one to remind you to drink more coffee.  LOL!  Notice how I have conveniently left some space on our left for icons…

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And here we have the mystery…  There’s also a close-up that shows blue flame at the bottom of the candle light…  Enjoy the sideshow…

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Shutter Bug Hunger #2

All Dressed Up…

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Where I live, it’s cold outside 8 months of the year!  It then becomes a challenge to even pick up your camera at all, without risking frostbite, just setting up and taking down your tripod outside.  Just try adjusting setting for instance without your gloves on: darn near impossible…

So you look at what appears to be ordinary things in your home, and begin asking yourself how you might make them look more colorful, interesting, unique, as wallpapers, just because you have an itchy trigger finger, and will certainly go right off your nut, if you can’t take a picture of something.  Anything, and make it work!  Not so easy as it sounds…

This plate rests upon the wall in my livingroom…  I can walk by it a dozen times and never notice the thing.  Yet doesn’t it occur to us all, one day or other, that what we possess says something about who we are, what we find tasteful or not, and how others may be enticed to connect with these objects in the same way that you might yourself?

What sets the above plate apart from other plates?  Is it the busy symmetrical pattern so common place in applets that produce mirror images in graphic programs?  Is it the bulge in the center that hints at how you may dress it up with foods, and what various kinds may be appropriate?

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Yes, you’re right!  This is a rabbit’s head that also sits upon my livingroom wall.  But there’s a story behind it, as there is about everything in this series, that trigger memories.  A neighbor of mine made this as a matter of fact, and can fashion anything you’d so desire, from any kind of brass, gold, or silver, that you may bring to him.  He has exceptional talent with this type of art form! 

And it took me all of a half hour, just to clean this picture up, to its original, pristine appearance.  If you happen to own an expensive camera, you’d be surprised at the amount of detail it picks up, that your eyes are completely unaware of, until you see the image at full size!  Then there’s a million scratches, dust mites, wall dirt, spider webs, and God only knows what else.

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Take this simple bowl for instance.  There were 6 million scratches on it!  (exactly 6 million?)  Yes!  And this was after I polished the silly thing up.  And the table I pose things on has enough scratches, to look like a map of New York’s subway system.  Yet I like the reflective qualities of wood surfaces!  So the perfectionist in me must remove them from every picture…  I quite literally rebuilt this table from scratch!

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This comes from an entire set of dishes that elaborates upon the same theme of a family of busy rabbits, made in England and are quite expensive.  The story behind this particular dish, is that Leslie gave it to her Grandson ‘Austin’ for his first B-Day…  Your icons should fit neatly on the left, which is how I’ve set up most of the pictures in this series, which DOES have a part #3 coming to a computer near you BTW…

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This too reminds me of something for a pair of little hands to more easily control and drink from…  Again, at least to me, it’s not so much the cup, as the blue reflections that set the tone for this picture.

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As with all my pictures in the ‘Photos’ section, and there are quite a few, hard copies can easily be blown up to 18″  x  24″  without any loss of detail what-so-ever, or larger if you like!  And as always, you are free to do whatever you want with them, without charge or obligation.  At the very least, enjoy the slide show: compliments of: ‘Shutter Bug Hunger…’

Spank You Very Much

Introduction:

Contrary to popular belief, grieving is a process in which we come to terms with a person we’ve lost, rather than a suffering of their absence.  It is a process of forgiveness, not only for what transgressions against you are inflicted by a departed one, yet also for yourself, for not having forgiven them while they were alive.  Certainly even those we love have transgressed against us in one form or other.  No one is perfect by any means.  Yet for those who have viciously or ignorantly hurt us so deeply, that it seems unfathomable for us to even consider forgiving them, this is the true challenge of real strength and character!  In this article, I not only intend to state why we must forgive, but how important it is to approach God for proper instruction to go about doing so.  It’s not easy, and requires much reflection and deep contemplation on the matter, both for their freedom, and your own…

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Studies show that people who forgive are happier and healthier than those who hold resentments.[10] The first study to look at how forgiveness improves physical health discovered that when people think about forgiving an offender it leads to improved functioning in their cardiovascular and nervous systems.[11] Another study at the University of Wisconsin found the more forgiving people were, the less they suffered from a wide range of illnesses. The less forgiving people reported a greater number of health problems.

How Do We Fail To Forgive?

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When I was young, I found it so easy to forgive others because my mind was fresh, and I was so willing to look behind the reasons why people acted the way that they did.  Yet after being what seemed to be more and more senselessly beaten down by others, my heart grew cold and distant from them.  And by doing so, I gave up the one thing that was most precious to my existence on this Earth: my curiosity towards people: how they think and feel, and why they do the things they do.

A lack of curiosity stems from us either being unwilling to learn and understand, or thinking we already know and understand enough.  Unfortunately, most people reside at either end of these two extremes, when curiosity in fact lies someplace in between.  It was this discovery that lead me to understand that we therefore forgive others out of fear and obligation, rather than from a true change of heart.  This is a curious observation indeed because it explains why there’s so much war and hatred in this world.  It’s because we haven’t learned how to forgive ourselves yet, let alone tackling how to forgive others…

To Forgive, We Must Also Forget…

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After my brother died, I realized how much I still held against him in life: choosing to concentrate on his faults and shortcomings rather than understanding the circumstances behind them, and seeing his attempts to make an honest effort in this life.  You can’t forgive without trust!  And that’s a tall order when you feel as though someone violates that trust on a constant basis…  So what do you do?  You approach God with the problem…

Call it a hunch.  Call me wrong!  Call me irresponsible!  Stop calling me names!  OK?  But the one question I knew I had to ask God was the one I feared most: ‘How can you forgive me, for not forgiving my brother?’  And His response (since I always ask for wisdom, love and insight in my prayers) was simple yet elegant: ‘Forgive your brother first!  Then ask for forgiveness from me.’  So to forgive him, I had to first forgive myself for not forgiving him!  One must heal one’s own self first before thinking on the matter clearly, and with an open heart…

Do You Know What You Know?

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Do I know what I know?  I must always ask myself that question to reawaken my own curiosity, and to understand the workings behind people better!  This opens the door to more than people, but to everything…  Recently for instance, the question: ‘What is an ion?’ has been plaguing me no end!  LOL!  People run a little deeper than ions though.  In The Lord’s Prayer, what do we ask for?  (I always get you with The Lords Prayer!)  LOL!  We ask: ‘Forgive us our trespasses, as we forgive those who trespass against us…’  So is it others we want to forgive?  Or do we really want to forgive ourselves for forgiving half heartedly out of fear of retribution, and some mechanical obligation?  Something to think on!  The key to real forgiveness lies in one word listed boldly in the picture above…  Love…

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Healing Hands

Introduction:

This will be a long entry because I am going to use the powers of suggestion to persuade you on the road to your own happiness!  And the only tool I will use for this, is the truth.  Never a more true saying has there been than: ‘The truth shall set you free!’  Nor will it be me that I ask you to believe in: only the facts that I present to you.  I require nothing from you.  I already have what I need to cure you of all that ails you, simply by harnessing the powers already present in your own mind!  So it is not I that will heal you, rather, you that will heal yourself!  All you need do to be free from all further pain in your life, is evaluate the facts I present to you…  Fair enough?

Hypnotism…

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Hypnosis is a natural state of consciousness. Although many people are not aware, you pass through a state of hypnosis every night when you are falling asleep and every morning when you wake up. Hypnosis is often described as a deep state of relaxation and one of the best feelings someone will ever experience. One hour of hypnosis is the equivalent to eight hours of sleep.

I have actually had this done to me in a live audience as well.  The Hypnotist starts out by asking everyone to close their eyes and spread their hands about a foot apart.  Then he rapidly tells you in several different ways, that you can’t help but feel a powerful force pulling your hands together.  Look at the picture…  That’s the power of suggestion!

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The Placebo Effect:

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Pills…  How do you know what’s in them?  You don’t!  Do you?  If I wore a white coat, and used a Doctors office on his day off to give you some poison pills, you would faithfully take them, and be dead in 10 minutes…  Doctors have long known there are hypochondriacs among us: those who come down with every imaginary disease on the planet.  They may not really be sick at all, true enough.  Yet they believe that they are, and actually come down with symptoms because they believe they are sick so strongly!

The Doctor won’t try to argue with you that you really have no disease at all, and are perfectly healthy, because he knows you won’t believe him.  After all, you even feel sick!  So he gives you a sugar pill, stating that this will cure you of: ‘Pink Spot Gravis Disease’, if that’s what you think you have…  And low and behold, you are cured.  PRAISE JESUS!

Do Do That Voodoo!

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Words can heal you…  Or they can kill you just as easily!  I’m going to tell you a true story of a Doctor who had a patient that was perfectly well, yet thought he was going to die!  This Doctor already knew this was quite possible because he already knew of a man who was told that he had cancer, and would be dead in 2 months.  And sure enough, the man died right on queue: almost 2 months to the day!  They performed an autopsy, and discovered the cancer had gone into remission.  The man died simply of the stress of knowing he was going to die!  Are you fascinated yet?  No?

Well then, suppose someone held a gun to your head and told you they were going to pull the trigger…  You would be dead in 45 seconds, whether they pulled the trigger or not!  That’s because in your mind, you are dead already.  It’s caused by a total loss of security.  And your fast pumping heart will simply give up.  That’s how powerful the power of suggestion can be!

Anyway, this man looked extremely ill. had stopped eating, yet showed no signs of disease! When asked why he thought he was going to die, the man told the Doctor that he had visited a Voodoo Priest.  And when he turned to leave, the Priest called out his name.  So when the man turned around unexpectingly, the Priest blew some black powder into his face, and told him he would die soon!  Then he laughed an evil laugh: ‘HAHAHAHAHAHA!!’

So the Doctor paid a visit to the Priest, and asked him what was in the black powder…  The Priest said: ‘Do you really think  I would give him something that would trace his murder back to me?  The powder is harmless!  I kill the man with the powers of his own mind.  And for this, I can be accused of no crime!

With this, The Doctor knew that the only way to save the man was to make him believe he could lift the spell!  So he came back and told the man that he had visited the Priest, and that the black powder contained lizard eggs he had inhaled.  He told the man a lizard is eating you up from the inside out, and I must remove it quickly if you are to survive!

Then he gave the man a needle to make him sleep, but with something else in it to cause him to throw up when the anesthetic wore off.  Then he conveniently placed a bucket by his bed.  Just as he had hoped, the man awoke during the night, and threw up in the bucket, but it was too dark to see…

The Doctor then entered the room, took a lizard out of his pocket, and placed it in the bucket as he held it some distance from the man.  Then he asked the Nurse to light the lamp and bring it over to the bucket: ‘OMG!’ she said: ‘What on Earth is that?’  The Doctor then pulled the Lizard out, and showed it to the man exclaiming: ‘This was your killer!  And now it is out of you!  The curse has been lifted!  And sure enough, the man then recovered…

The Healing Power of Faith!

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Does God exist?  Wrong question!  Why do you always ask the wrong questions?  The question you should be asking is: ‘Do you believe He exists?’  Whether He does exist or not doesn’t matter.  What matters, is that if you believe that He does, statistically speaking, you will live a longer, happier life!  Why?  It’s because through your faith, you have relieved yourself of the stress that impending death inflicts upon you.  That’s why!

You see my delicate flowers?  If you believe you will go on living, as promised you by God, your mind will persuade you to do so!  If you believe that your reward is saved for you in Heaven via helping others, the stress of having to make money is lifted from you, along with all the risk of having money, and not knowing who your friends really are…  For that matter, who your enemies might be…

Does it sound practical to you that so many people would believe in God for no reason what-so-ever?  It is just our way of utilizing the powers of our minds to protect ourselves from harm imposed upon us by the very world in which we all must reside, one way, or another.  So I now pronounce you healed by virtue of the power of your own mind…  HEAL!

Three Signs My Brother Died…

Introduction:

This is an important blog entry about my brother Vernon who just passed away as of Feb. 23rd at the age of 69.  We were informed of this by the Police knocking at our door at 3:30 am. the morning of Feb. 26th.  I intend not only to paint a picture of just who my brother was, but also to show the mysterious way in which God works with us, and that He intends to keep us, no matter what we’ve done on this screwy, backward rotating rock, and why this is so.  My purpose, is to soften your hearts via how things really are, as apposed to how they often ‘appear’ to be, and to have Vern’s legacy of kindness, understanding and generosity toward all of Mankind live on.  This is so important a part to me, because his humanitarianism was the least understood thing about him, to whomever chanced to cross his path…  Also of corpse, as a Testimony to our loving God, as: ‘A Tale of The Christ…’

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Appearances are often deceptive!

This was sign # 1:

Christ relayed to me in a most unusual way because it was in such a round about fashion.  He’s a very busy guy, so he doesn’t always relay things to us himself, but rather via the 60 billion some odd Angels at his beckoned call.  Whenever something very important happens in my life, he always speaks to me in three’s.  Not just sure why: perhaps that’s just what it takes to penetrate this thick skull of mine.  Anyway, the signs are always very distinct, and in no way can ever be misinterpreted or passed off as mere coincidence by the time he’s done with me.

On my brother’s B-Day, which occurred on February 11th., I was being plagued in my mind, for some two weeks prior, to get in contact with my brother, after some 20 years of separation: to make amends with him, and reestablish contact that we’d lost.  This was not a mere prodding, yet rather, an insistent urgency that his time with us was short!  So I did…  On that day, I went into my e-mail and received an entry from a local friend that was registered on Facebook.  So I went there to read the rest of it, and there as the very first entry on Facebook, was this beautiful bird…

Underneath, the caption read: ‘What Artist could possibly compare with this?’  I was all ready with one of my smart ass answers like: ‘Pablo Pick-Ass-Hole!’  Yet something, or rather, ‘someone’ intervened, and I instead imposed the question: ‘God?’  It wasn’t to be until all three signs were delivered to me, that I realized it had came from this Angle that said:  ‘Though your brother looks Massive enough to have three moons orbiting him: ‘Elder Baron, Glutinous Maximus, and Slam Dunk’, this is how he looks on the inside!’  This very unusually beautiful bird was later to drive me to tears for ever having been disgusted with him, when it was what life had done to him that I should have been disgusted with al along!  That way, I most assuredly would not of vanquished him!

Judge not, lest ye be judged!

This was sign # 2:

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We are incapable of judging others because of the immense number of prejudicial influences imposed upon us most every single day of our lives!  We discriminate against God, Men, Women, Cultural differences, Gays, Pedophiles, the food we eat, the clothes we wear, pollution, the fishing industry, war, peace, dogs, cats, you name it!  In fact, we are engulfed in small mindedness from the moment we are born, that what appears to be, is so, and what is hidden from us, are lies, when in fact, it’s the very opposite that really reveals the truth!  Namely, that we are all made from the same tattered cloth…

On the day my brother died, my Common Law Wife came in to awaken me, and I was laying on my back, with my mouth gapping wide open!  I was a ghastly shade of grey, and didn’t appear to be breathing!  She thought for certain that I was dead!  Here was a judgment call that by all intents and purposes, appeared to be one way, yet was truly another!  When she told me, I now was truly alarmed that something was not all well in Paradise!

Am I my brother’s keeper?

This was sign # 3:

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This is the best picture I could find of my brother Vern from his Facebook Timeline.  Actually I called him: ‘Fern’ whenever I called to him, and he thought I was saying his name.  Little did he know I had named him after a plant…  My brother was a pedophile because of what my Father did to him, and because my Mother’s answer to this, was to place Vern in: ‘The Orillia Ontario Hospital’ from the age of 14, to 21.  The sign on the door may just as well have read: ‘Breeding Ground for Pedophiles!’  That was 7 years I will never recapture…  Nor do I have a desire to do so!

The moral is, that we are never to judge who someone is, or rather, how they got to become who they are, because this terrible thing he inherited, was a learned behavior: as real, and all encompassing to him, as how naturally you use a fork to eat with!  We are NOT to judge them!  Our job is to help them: to repair the awful traumatic damage that they themselves suffered to so drastically change them!  To love and understand them, because they are who need that from us the most!  Turning our backs on them, or exacting retribution only makes things worse.

When the Police dawned on my door at that time in the morning, I felt certain I was going to jail!  I had no clue what for. I just figured that could be the only possible reason.  Even when they asked me: ‘Do you have a brother named Vernon Everett?’  And: Does he live at Blah Blah?’  I still thought: ‘What trouble has his partner gotten him into now?’  Then The male of the two said: ‘I regret to inform you that your brother has deceased…’  Well that threw me 2 feet back into the back of my chair!  Not because of shock, but because the three signs had been confirmed!

The third sign came into the sign of a lesson really…  I called his best friend from Victoria B.C. in an attempt to recover some memories of Vern that I had missed.  To my utter surprise and amazement, he had been named Executor of The Will, and arrived here without it: only saying that he and Vern had signed all the money over to him, and he was instructed to give us $10,000 from the 80,000 left to him.  A Will he couldn’t find, that was never registered, and he wanted us to sign on the dotted line in triplicate form?  Oh this was all very fishy to everyone but me…

Everyone chattered about me all about how this man was a snake stealing my inheritance right out from under my nose, while they all clamored about to claim his possessions…  I’m sure you know the routine.  Yet it wasn’t I my brother knew best.  It was the man who accepted him for what he was when nobody else would!  I lost friends when I was anywhere near Vern.  Yet this man brought him friends, and gave him an extended life my brother otherwise never would have had!  So I signed over the money, and made my best friend, and wife, put their clammy, sweaty hands to it too!

So you see my delicate flowers?  It’s not what he left behind materially that was important, but the great generosity with which he treated everyone in real life!  It was his odd ball, naturally funny personality, his great love for all of Mankind, and the beautiful, and somewhat unique bird that was within him…  So the third sign really came after his death:  that no matter who others think we are, if God loves us enough to prepare us for what’s coming, that means He loves him as well!  And we, all of us but his true friend, the tyrant blood sucker, should have loved him more!

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Welcome to My World

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Introduction

As soon as I was born, they put a tag around my neck that read: ‘And now for something completely different!’  I loved Kindergarten because it was completely chaotic and uncontrolled: something I’m passionate about for it’s deep, hidden meaning!  Grades 1 and 2 were a complete write off: Teacher:  Now class?  I want you to draw concentric circles, and try to stay perfectly between the lines!’  Me: (to the student beside me) ‘Pssst!  What’s ‘concentric’ mean?’  Him: ‘I dunno…  But I think it’s something sexual!’  <Five minutes later>  Teacher:  Now class?  Put your crayons down, and fold your hands neatly in front of you…  Who here can count from 1 to 20 for me?  Me: ‘Pssst!  Don’t put up your hand!  They’re trying to control us!’

Then he’d start giggling, and get into trouble for something that I instigated…  The new sense of power, manipulation and just this over-all good feeling I got when I cracked people up, was exhilarating for me!  It was then and there, (when and where?) that I decided I had my own itinerary, and must pursue my new, all important career, as class clown, and eventual international Idiot: a vocation I can assure you to this day, still delivers perks: examples include, watching people turn purple cuz they can’t catch their breath!  Seeing drinks sprayed all over the room!  And witnessing mushroom clouds immerge from Klingons circling around Uranus!  Again, to me, it was the achievement of maintaining complete chaos and un-control: something I’m passionate about for it’s deep hidden meaning!

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How to stand out as an abject Failure!

Above, is my class photo from grade three…  I actually failed grade three because I convinced the entire class not to take the teacher seriously!  To me, lost in my own twisted world, this was actually a promotion.  I know because every time I’d speak at her personally, she’d turn her head to one side as if nobody was talking at all.  Oh yeah!  I shoved a bug so far up her ass, she had to look cross eyed to drink a glass of water!  She was a slender lady, in her forties, with curly, black hair, and looked just like Roseland Russell.  Here’s a picture of my grade three Teacher:

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So I decided to knuckle down in grade four, and achieved grades that your usual self taught juvenile delinquent was not supposed to achieve.  So they gave me an I.Q. test, and to everyone’s astonishment, I passed!  In fact, they skipped me a grade, and I quote: ‘Let’s see what the little Con Artist can do in grade five!’  There I breathed a sigh of relief, having once again been submerged within complete chaos and un-control.  My mother quipped: ‘The sneaky, little Bass, Turd got his way again!’  Here comes the good part…

The school gave me money!

Well, not actual dollars and sense, but more like a blank cheese check for whatever I wanted, whenever I wanted it!  They wouldn’t tell me what my actual I.Q. was cuz they said they didn’t want my head to swell up, but that it was up there.  So my Mummy (Now displayed along with my Neanderthal Step Stool Dad, in: The Museum of Natural Corpus Delecti, Cancerous Tumors Unit), sat me down ,and said I could have anything I want, if I just ask, because the school says you have a natural talent for wasting people’s time…

[Hmmm…]  I said to myself: ‘OK…  … …  I want a Telescope, a Microscope, a Chemistry set, a Swiss Army Knife, a hand crafted spinning Top with a Diamond tip, a name brand Tape Recorder, a Butterfly Net, and two, large baskets of sour Gum Balls!  I’ll know more about what I want after I compile a list’  She gave me one of those amazed yet bewildered looks.  You know?  Like she’d just witnessed something beyond comprehension!  And answered with a classic remark: ‘What do you think I am?  The Bank of Montreal?’  It wasn’t long before I actually went to The Bank of Montreal, and asked them if they knew my parents…

Two weeks later, the Telescope arrived…   I was to hear those words more frequently than not, from both her, and my Step Stool Father, with the same amazed yet bewildered look:  like two deer’s caught in headlights!  I’ll explain in full, shocking, detail, just why I needed those things in the sequel (seek well?) to this: ‘An Urgent Need to Be Greedy!’  Mean-while, here’s a picture of my parents:

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Shrunken Heads

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New Hope for Depressoids!

Here’s a picture of me staring at my computer screen.  LOL!  Fighting depression has never been easy.  They give you pills for it that dispense with the rage you constantly feel, yes.  They also remove any other feelings you may have, such as joy, compassion, love, enthusiasm etc..  This pretty much leaves you in a non-caring zombie like state that’s not so much a solution as it is a prison sentence!  The terrible truth about those who are being treated for depression is, that we are effectively: ‘turned off.’  That’s the best medical research has been able to do for us.  That is, until now!  You just never know when doing your research will give you a fighting chance…

One thing researchers have always known is that depression causes shrinkage of the brain.  Or is it that shrinkage of the brain causes depression?  I’m confused already!  Being raised in poverty among arguing alcoholics, and street gangs means that I’ve always been depressed but didn’t know it until adulthood.  So yes:  what you don’t know CAN hurt you!

The effects of smoking and drinking kills neurons in the brain and we once believed they could never be brought back, whether you quit doing those things or not.  We now know that Omega 3 can slow down brain shrinkage, and in some cases, even completely stop it.  Unfortunately, it can’t reverse it.

New research has found another substance in front of our very noses that conclusively affirms that sage not only stops this degeneration in it tracks, it builds new neurons in your brain!  Other beneficial effects include thwarting the onset of Diabetes, Parkinson’s, and old-times disease!  It also removes subcutaneous, and the far more viscous inner viscous fat, fights stress, and lowers cholesterol levels!  So it might be noted that it’s also greatly of benefit for so called healthy individuals as well.  Also found good for this, is 8 ounces of pomegranate juice per day.

How Might One Use Sage?

You can put it in soups, sprinkle it in omelets, on baked fish or chicken, and of corpse, in stuffed turkey dressing.  Fresh sage should be loosely wrapped in a bag and kept in the veggie drawer of your fridge.  Keep bottled sage powder or crushed leaves in a cool place (like your cupboard) and is good for up to three months.  Sage is a delicate herb, so to obtain it’s full effect, it’s best to use it near the end of the cooking process…

So depressoids everywhere should run out and buy some sage to start bringing back those missing neurons, and stop head shrinking!  Healthy people?  Be on the look out for people with shrunken heads!  LOL!

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