The Trouble with Rehabbing Horses

Copyright 2012

Long ago nomadic peoples kept time with the healing cadence the hoof beats large herd animals provided. It was a slow grounding, rhythm, a natural state of walking meditation.

Barefoot, two-legged and beast could feel muscles, tendons, breath, ingestion [on a physical (air, water and food) and energetic level] keep time with Mother Earth. It rooted all beings, all life, in deep appreciation for one another, opening the heart center, so the deepest yearning of all creation could be clearly heard by each other. A grounded and openness of spirit and heart, modern man is too cluttered to feel anymore, let alone act from.

All beings were free to wonder the ley lines that called to them, sung to them. Some actual energy grids that criss-cross the planet, some water ways (above or below ground) that many animals still follow, less the way be thwarted by modern cities, fences, etc., other may be crystal and elemental energies deep in the earth’s crust. The Ancients, along with surviving indigenous peoples, believed that following the song sung by these vibrations “dances” into existence the desires of beings, not just that of the two-legged, but her other nations as well. This is the dance of life, how the body knows to pray when the hara line is grounded/plugged into and open to Mother Earth and Father Sky; an energetic tree-like template growth of the energy field that both grounds and aspires.

The hoof beats, the drum beat, the song, the dance. The matriarchs of large herd animals, elephants, horses, even pods of whales follow these long held generational songs to bring future generations to areas of nourishment/safety. Original peoples in some continents use this system to bring healings to other beings and the planet. Feel the vibe, sing the song; move the feet, the healing comes into existence, a very pure state of being, allowing and awareness.

Beings un-encumbered by modern life’s’ impositions may still know how to follow this song, and their feet remember their dance (specific to individual), a dynamic essence of ancestral and momentary awareness spins the story. This is the beginning of having dominion over footstep/hoof beats. Reciprocal movement between man and beast may have been initiated here, whether by fear or fun, or something yet unknown. It is inspired by a choice of volition, not forced imposition (will), for all beings, a birthright, the gift of being in the moment and awareness, on multiple levels.

The Great Mother provided an abundance modern man can no longer fathom. Vegetation changing with the seasons, nourished body systems. The gift of knowing self’s body clock, the Circadian Rhythm, not as imposed by cultural, society’s or familial norms, but only as self can know itself to be. When to rest (a gift greatly denied in modern life), when and what to eat (the birthright of eating clean, deeply nourishing food instead of overindulgence, stuffing self with dead, plastic food void of life force and poisoned drink), soul purpose and desire. How many two-leggeds really know themselves on such an intimate level – let alone honor these soul longings that keep self safe and healthy?

When self if void of this birthright of deep and intimate knowing, it will infect life in the web with expectation, imbalance and imposition, rather than sincere harmony. Manifestations of misconstrued attempts at “correction” spring from this most basic lack of discernment. This is the crux of many a rehabilitation issues with horses.

Balance Reciprocates Within, Emanates Outward

When self receives the gift of knowing one’s rhythms and preferences (whether one works best later or earlier in the day, food that agrees or disagrees, weather that compliments selfs’ volition, etc.), rather than that imposed by cultural and familial expectations, self embraces the treasure of knowing ones place in the grandeur scheme of things, the spoke in the wheel one is. This births the present of keeping the ego in check and not yoking life with false, pre-programmed expectation.

In an automated society, humanity has given much power and earning potential to machines. This reciprocated in humanity, the notion to be more machine-like. Conventional meds play a huge role here, as one simply covers the symptom and self keeps going. A society of exhausted, adrenaline junkies attempts to speed through a course of illness to return to the mechanized dance of earning the daily bread. For this very reason, some will gravitate to only conventional medicine or abuse natural means of healing in the same context of covering symptoms, as the ramifications as to what Soul sold out too, are to disturbing to fathom, thus the delusion perpetuates and supports itself and adrenal exhaustion becomes norm, fueling a very skewed and de-habilitated dance as this depletion erodes action, integrity, judgment and intuition.

Before the horse provided transport and transition of dreams, its body provided nourishment. In knacking the carcass, the Ancients saw the layers of muscles, the way the muscles of the haunch dovetail into the muscles of the back, the chain of backbone and soft-tissue, the way the opalescent fascia that binds all flesh together, glowed like mother of pearl in the arched ribcage that like a sacred cathedral, houses the horses’ incredible heart. If modern riders could see this magnificent architect first hand – would they still ride with such arrogance and ego?

In the purity of the ancient world, the essence of horse and man merged, perhaps giving birth to the notion of shape shifting. Ideals will always find physical manifestation and man found himself on the back of the horse, exploring far away lands. The transition to other worlds began, in Spirit and physical realms.

The Mongols were fierce warriors. Folklore handed down generations tells of a people so feared, other nations paid them “tribute”, sums of treasure, to insure their lands would not be raided. They were known to take excellent care of their mounts comparative to other cultures of the period and conquered a great deal of the world as a result. Some believe remnants of these horses survived in Hungary. Some also believe this “tribute” or “treasure” is still buried somewhere in Hungary. Perhaps the real treasure interned here is this love and knowing of horse, buried in the DNA of distant generations.

Posing Vs. Riding

When humanity becomes so disconnected from the ancient beat of the ley lines, it is easy to be “duped” to the passing fancy of “style”.  Horsemanship is no different than any other human fashion. Riding and training styles vary, but the enmeshed dance of horse and rider withstands eons. This goes way beyond the notion of “natural horsemanship”, for nothing we do is natural with our horses. It is a very old yearning of the heart, to meld with one of Creations most magnificent beings. When the yearning of the heart is heard in both directions, of man and beast, then a gift is born that truly enhances both beasts. It is an old song some recognize. Anything less is delusion and harmful.

“Training”, as most know it, is an interesting thing. In the ideal context, it enriches, in other cases it dumbs down. Many a broken beast will testify they knew more than before the two-legged “styled” them. These horses will be crippled by the time they are “trained”. The diagnose does not matter, for at the heart of the insult, was an overbearing human who “eyed” the beast for “conformation”, “potential” and “fixing” the problem horse with the pinhole opinion the two-legged provides. An ego driven judgment the horse is all too familiar with, paid too high a price for and often, rightly shows resentment for.

Early on most are taught the art of posing (equitation) on a horse. Locking the very muscles and joints needed for flowing with the cadence of the horse. Breath shallow or held, jaws clamped, lower backs concaved, shoulders and arms locked, pelvis and hips clutch the saddle with a tight groin – their horses mirroring the same hollowed, sucked up frame. Hands see-sawing the sensitive mouth and over bending the poor horses head in a misguided attempt to slow the feet down that struggle to maintain frame, rhythm and balance. This programming of tissue is something most riders will struggle to undo once their soul decision to a more sympathetic riding style is made, for just as the horse, this initial programming will be their default mode till something truer becomes ingrained to the cellular memory.

Sensing the Invitation

In energetic healing, one is often led by prompt or idea, to be at a certain place, at a certain time. This is the beginning to sensing the invitation or permission to engage in what self wishes to participate in.

Deep belly breathing (the kind that utilizes the diaphragm) fills self with the atmospheric prana that facilitates fueling the dreams pulled from the ethers. It serves as a fundamental signal to all living things, peace of intent and integrity of motion. All living beings perceive the holding of breath as danger, fear and incongruence. Most humans have no idea they are not breathing sincerely. Here lies the first clue to all animals the human’s hara line (energetic core) is not rooted deep in the Mother (Earth) and fragmented.

In various forms of body and energetic work, this invitation is sung by the tissue. Those with the healing art sense the song, root their hara and know just the right potency to ring through the fascia so it may begin to unravel its story.

Many times when working with difficult horses, the work is best done in the absence of guardian and trainer. The images in their mind is a fearful repertoire of all the poor beast has stuffed, endured and reacted to, they have not yet gathered the gift of neutrality, when the beast of relieved of their ego driven burden, the work can be conducted safely and with a much deeper level of trust and release.

In Equine Guided Healing, this same sort of “tissue/energetic permission” is sought. It is often the safest place for man and beast to begin the dance of sincerity, on the ground, at liberty, the only tool is self.

Breath, ease of motion and connection to the elements become clear as the human learns that by unlocking their own held bodily patterns (letting go and allowing), there is a definite transference to the horse (body softens, effortless motion flows), even though the horse is at liberty on the outer parameters of the ring. This has huge implications for those that know the gift of listen; for once mounted the transference of held imbalance is on the path of direct transfer.

Cellular Programming, Releasing What is Trapped in Tissue and Beyond

Many in energetic healing arts have long known all that is experienced in life will be encoded in the DNA. Experiences, that which is ingested, ancestral - all find a place in these intertwined strands of self. Science is now catching up to this knowing.

Fascia is another of those “taken for granted” tissues, whose memory is misunderstood and underestimated.

Fascia wraps all organs and muscles. Bands of fascia criss-cross the body that stabilizes movement. It is the opalescent packaging that collates the body. Some believe it to rival the nervous system in transferring information to self. If there is an organ suffering imbalance, the fascia tightens. The same goes for muscle. This tightening of the fascia is thought to be the culprit for skeletal subluxations. Depending on schooling, it is the classic case of which came first – the chicken or the egg? The beauty of body/energy work addressing the “whole” gives greater insight and possibility of regaining graceful motion as opposed to getting stuck in what self thinks it knows. The gift of feel is that no matter the art self is skilled at, body work, horsemanship, etc. that silent endowment of letting go what self believes to be truth and being in the moment, speaks a volume of information that leads to a benevolence the pinhole perspective can never provide. So here is the crossroad where the horse becomes the sentient teacher, if the ego is shelved so self can justly listen.

Those who are under the impression this tissue (fascia) can be “pushed” through “healing” are morbidly mistaken. This tissue tightens through insult (physical and mental), the act of forcing the resistance will only cause increase in the tightening, till the tissue becomes locked (in extreme but all too common cases). If perchance it seems as if the horse did “break through”, the equestrian has only been fooled by another clever layer of compensation the poor equine presents as “try”.

Here is a place many an equestrian struggles as the aspiration of ego clash with guilt. She knows the horse is willing to please her, unto its demise. So many a diagnose are nothing more than tissue pushed too far. It does not matter if the diagnose is neurological, muscle, tendon, etc. If the horse can, it will. Such is his nature. Don’t abuse this privilege.

Here too many in the healing arts abandon the “diagnose” (its part of the picture, not something to get “stuck” on); for beings will suffer a host of named diseases (depending on the specialist consulted), until the final devastation is “named”.

Many will ogle and awe as the horses posture changes with a healing session. The first ride after they mention the horse has never traveled better. Despite the warnings that the tissue is healing, and may take months (or years) to completely recover, the ego pushes on with agenda and the tissues slips back to locked compensation, characture armour and lameness, as the equestrians’ skills have not evolved to honor the healing tissue. Many horses need to keep a certain amount of this “characture armour”, to stay safe from an imposing guardian.

As below, so above; lameness in the feet compensates in the spine. Imbalances in the skull reflect in the pelvis. This topic too deep and individualistic for this piece, but know you can’t have one without the other. The equine spine contends with forces of propulsion from the haunch, carried through the front end, oscillating back and forth through the spine with each hoof beat, not to mention the downward exertion from the body sitting astride. Rider imbalance and compensation make the whole body (of the horse) a mirror reflection of inadequacies in many cases.

This poor riding is often initiated early on as most “lesson horses” are aged and encased in this “characture armour”. With whip and spur most are taught to “push” the horse through the gaits. These patient beasts endure sloppy hands and bouncy seats as new equestrians struggle through their own fears and locked body habits till they find and reach that fine balance between a secure base, engaged core and supple, breathing joints that harmonize with the movement of the horse. Many riders never quite find this place.

Most riders have never ridden a finely tuned horse. One that knows its own body and how to use it well, transitions, gaits with strength and conviction (many horses cannot because of very poor training methods) with hoof beats that are honestly grounded in Mother Earth and reciprocate/reverberate that grounded healing between each hoof beat back to horse, rider and the planet. The hoof  lingers a bit longer on the ground.

Such a finely tuned beast will often reject lesser riders, or lesser riders can quickly ruin such a horse if ill will is allowed to take precedence.

Riding such a horse is very effortless as both beings are tuned in harmonious synchronicity of secure base, musculature and thought. Congruency exits on all three major levels of sub-conscious, conscious and super conscious. At this level of riding, the horse is the barometer for absolute truth; the relationship has no other option. Bridles and saddles are not necessary, there is no delusion, there is no need for the illusion of control, self-control leads this dance.

So how does self emancipate from the illusion of control the cues, the bit, the saddle, the whip, the spurs provide? A deep soul decision is made, to remember who we are and where we really come from.

By following the prompting of ethers, the deep belly breathing that fuels the inspiration pumped by the heart and a deeply rooted reconvened relation barefoot with the earth sings the way. Feel the vibe, sing the song. Work from the ground till both human and horse reciprocate joy and appreciation in their footsteps from the ley lines to the heavenly stars above.

It is here self may begin to feel pains not their own; the horse sending the message of insults past, registering in the tissues of self as a reference point not to be crossed. Self needs absolution of a secure base to grow past the judgments and criticism of all other self imposed guru’s at this point. The horse is the teacher; the rest can only provide keys, the doors are only for self to open.

Movement is essential to reprogramming tissue. On the ground, at liberty, the horse will let you know the preferred direction of travel. How the feet meet the earth will give abundance of information of areas of pain and compensation. If barefoot, the smallest foot, the one that has not carried its share of the whole, the large splatty foot, the one taking too much of the toll, the club foot indicative of a possible transversal rotation of the entire spinal column. How much do you really know about the beast you intend to “train”?

If ease and release can be accomplished at this level, games and tricks invite exploration of movement the horse may have been conditioned to fear. Many a wide-eyed expression on rehabbed equines gives credence to acknowledgement to the intelligence behind those large liquid eyes. Now the glow goes both ways. The horse is inspired to voice its judgments and opinions as it now has found a safe place to do so. This trust is not to be violated; it is the very foundation that will keep self safe when working with such a potent and benevolent being. It is not fear, it is listening.

If the mutual decision evolves to being ridden, the breath must not be forgotten. Deep belly breathing opens the sincerity of the heart, keeps the lines of intuition flowing gracefully and provides sanctuary for both man and beast.

Most two-leggeds have no idea the tension locked in their pelvis. Sitting squarely in the center of the triangle formed by the pubic and seat bones initiates a secure base/seat. Alignment of ear, shoulder, hip and heel synchronize with the horses’ center of gravity. Deep breathing and slight bearing down of pelvic muscles will transfer to the horse a relaxed feeling and most will drop their heads to the “neutral” position. Trusting the lack of tension, joints in the human that fold and flow with the rhythm, a new dance begins. Spurs and whips are not necessary here, coercion is not relationship.

A host of gymnastic exercises may have been mastered on the ground and can be advanced upon on horseback. Care must be taken not to use these as show standards exaggerate. They were designed to unlock potential of movement, yet most are inappropriately applied and in the wrong hands can cause more harm than good. “Holding” the horse to form with “inside leg and outside rein” are clues the horse is not is self carriage and imbalance has been transferred, as does the rider being bumped to the outside seat bone when turning. The feel of correct motions flows, from feet, to spine, up through the rider, a current of sovereignty courses through both beings. Small increments, turns on the forehand, turns on the haunch, shoulder fore, shoulder in – where is the tension held, what stretches and releases? What has been locked in the spine and cannot be produced? How much do we really know? Never enough.

The work of Jean Luc Cornille compiles a host of research into grace of movement and return to old school cavalry basics to undo many riders ills unto the horse; sacroiliac joint pain, transversal rotation of the vertebral column, navicular disease, kissing spine and more. How much is self willing to let go of and let the horse be the advocate for his own safety from the false trap of human ego?

Paradigms die a hard death, just as the ego. The horse world is wrought with such arrogance; the horse long suffered the consequences. Laws do not inspire integrity; that springs from self knowing its place in the grand scheme of things. Do no harm.

The genius of Albert Ostermaier, the only person ever to train a horse to canter backwards, his gifted riding allowed his magnificent Standardbred Patriot to evolve collection to the point the horse found the “gaits between the gaits” and could rack like Tennessee Walker without implementing torture to achieve the gait or collection. This has huge implications for those with the wherewithal to search so deep, quietly and respectfully, the horse is limited by our own lack of depth and feel, for nature deprived us of nothing. The core is infinite; our fears color and set our limits, self hate batters brilliance in ourselves and everything we touch. The Still Point reveals all, if self is willing to travel so deep into the labyrinth of life and dimensions, astounding possibilities exist.

And Beyond the Beyond

Once self acquires such a gift, any form of riding where more “push” is expected feels sacrilege. There are many set norms for achieving this level of riding. These may be experimented with or self may choose a quiet moment to usher in a whole new learning curve for man and beast. Choice and options abound, it is only when self locks into mind sets and comfortable norms that life stagnates and the quest for refinement fails.

When pre-programming trapped in the tissues and conscious are released, the super-conscious is freed and readied to animate dreams. Nature embraces this letting go in humans. Circumstance conspires and in the silence of the Natural world, the lessons the voice of the horse initiated catapult ten fold as the template of the cosmos offers more.

From here some choose to leave the confines of guidance domestic creatures provide. It is only an organic evolution that the wild creatures show up as totems and guides.

Perhaps they were always waiting in the background, or in the patience of the Great Universe, the wild beings make their way unto self’s’ life to aspirate the boundaries of possibility a bit further.

At this point self will seek the solace, comfort and wisdom only the natural world can provide; humanity and its tendency to shroud knowing in division, debauchery and anesthetics losses its grip.

The call of the hawk draws the eye skyward. Self sees the rainbow colored air-currents she rides. The same rainbow colored currents the fish below follow. The template behind the template, the reality that precedes the future; an addictive reality self has found as grounding aspects connect and upper aspects open and branch to eternity.

The mother creatures of other Nations feel safe to show self their ways and how they rear their young. My God the gift self has been handed! Precious little ones, lost in innocence of exploration, guided by furred, feathered, scaled matriarchs that sing that song of long ago to generations into the future. Too many two-legged learn this only through their own young. And so it is the future that may teach the past, if self is grounded, open and inspired to do so.

This addictive glimpse of the eternal, this cognizance of all time existing at once gives self the permission and ability to jump timelines. Where does one go from here?

Miasms and De-Evolution

Copyright 2012

The trauma of a physical insult is easier for a human to recover from than the shock which occurs to a human when ideals programmed to be truth, emerge as lies.

The Original Peace/Piece of Self

Original peoples once lived in synchronicity with the earth. They knew how to live in deep appreciation in the abundance of The Great Mother, Earth. Unlike modern man, they were not so spiritually bankrupt that no amount of “abundance” could fill the dept incurred by the yearning hole in their soul. These original people had neither jails nor government. The abundance of the Great Mother distributed among all Her Nations, two-legged, winged, finned, hooved, insects, plants, etc. This was our original cellular blueprint, our birthright of “oneness” and consideration for the web from which one is weaved. The most ancient cave art gives testimony of the refinement these peoples possessed. They were not crude Neanderthals, their paintings used the undulating cave walls to give body and substance to the animals portrayed, firelight and imagery made the cave art dance (early animation) there are those who believe the early art at Lascaux  depicts the zodiac of the ancient sky timeline these people recorded in this message. These caves, these people sing to distant generations.

Thousands of years later, as “civilizations” evolved and races emerged; Patriarchal societies began pillaging the planet. Humanities compass for sacredness of the Great Mother became lost as She was fenced off and sold   Harvests need to be stored; armies were developed to “guard” the “wealth”. Separation of Self and Maker were exploited and eroded through fear, as all governments still do. Self sufficiency and self realization disintegrated. Man began to explore far away lands, diseases exchanged and the journey away from the original blueprint set its course.

Native peoples, in all their benevolence, were called savages, slaughtered, starved and molded into a mere whisper of themselves, by a distant sibling marred by miasmic influence. The ancient echoes of the ancestors’ blood still cries for restitution many generations later in the veins of offspring far removed from nomadic life.

 The Still Point

Stars need the blackness of night, just as a hero needs a villain to shine. If one constantly yearns for light, how can the dark not beckon correction?

 The ancient symbol of yin and yang; opposing forces keeping balance tell the tale. Buddha proposed the “Middle Path”, Hahnemann stressed the importance of being the “impartial observer” (as much as humanly possible), other great mentors stress the importance of being in a place of “neutrality” so as not to color self’s’ work with ego or agenda.

The Still Point, accessed by various forms of body and energy work, when the pulse of the cerebral spinal fluid pauses, the harmonious rhythm of the body turns and takes a deep breath, allowing balance and fresh insights to emerge; it is the place of everything and nothing, the place self re-sets a bit closer to that original blueprint. Where one can clearly see past delusion and pre-programming, it frees the soul for filling its purpose without being enslaved to the beck and call of others agenda, unless of course, it comes from self’s own volition.

The gift of neutrality does not mean self lives void of passion nor opinion. In contrast, it should liberate one to live passionately with compassion, as only the Soul knows how too when fueled by long remembered and honored purpose. The Still Point can be accessed by many a healing means and is the wormhole back to the original blueprint of Oneness.

The Miasmic Influence

Much reflection went into including this section. It is recommended that those not familiar with Classical Constitutional Homeopathy put into practice the mode of “impartial observer”. This information is not for your limited judgment, for its ultimate purpose is to deepen understanding of self’s motives, actions and to liberate the soul. Take it as such.

How does a creature, who fancies themselves made in the image of Maker, de-evolve to the measure of depravity witnessed, time and time again as history seems doomed to repeat itself?

The genius of a man called Samuel Hahnemann (Father of Homeopathy 1755-1843) is one that clearly keeps revealing layers of wisdom to all who become students of this intrinsic art. The learning never ends.

Though trained to be a doctor in his time, the barbaric methods of “healing” practiced rendered him unwilling to conspire. Instead he continued to translate books to support himself and his family, many of which were Materia Medicas of the period. Somehow the ingenious idea came to him that many substances in their crude (sometimes poisonous) form could be diluted and succussed into an energetic healing form; like cures like. He was able to cure many ailments and diseases (including epidemics) with his concept, even though pathogens were not yet discovered in his time period.

The constitutional remedy covers a totality of symptoms, emotional, physical, cravings, and times of day or night when conditions aggravate or ameliorate, etc. Hahnemann did note that some in some cases the constitutional remedy did not cure as well or there were cases of relapse. By studying patterns in these particular cases he was led to his concept of miasms. Miasms are distinct patterns of old suppressed diseases. While many miasms exist and continue to develop as life is dynamic and evolving, there are a few key miasms worth mention in this highly condensed version of an immense topic of study.

Psora, the mother of all disease, suppressed skin disease, general weakness and lack of vital reaction. The Sycotic Miasm, suppressed gonorrhea, excessive vital reaction, excessive growths. The Syphillic Miasm, suppressed syphilis, distortion, destructive action, drives many destructive behaviors. Tubercular miasm shows hints of the previous miasms along with a great deal of restless behavior, the need for change and non-conformity. And finally many believe the culmination of all miasms comes together in the Cancer Miasm, the life unled, unable to express themselves. Those suffering from the later two miasms have a tendency to be exploited.

It is important to note, in centuries gone by, these fore mentioned diseases were as prolific as cancer is now. The measures to treat these diseases were harsh, suppressive and, like modern allopathic drugs, though the symptoms disappeared, the disease process became an entrenched energetic taint that continues to express and morph itself in far flung generations.

Miasms exist in us all, a common bond of frailty we share, and they are a part of the cycle of balance, change or cease. They are the driving factors in addictive behaviors, manic behaviors, and certain disease processes will more likely be expressed through a specific miasm. They can be read in facial features and other physical anomalies. While Miasms can drive many destructive behaviors and disease, those blessed with homeopathy often view their miasm as a friend that awakens self from a slumber of lies, a very precious gift of self-realization they bring, to those ready to wake. The active miasm is a vital clue to the complex selection of the constitutional remedy. Those of us trained in Classical Homeopathy strive to bring reconciliation to the active miasm. It is a process that honors an individual’s story, that of their ancestors and quells sabotaging, ruinous actions that leads to dis-ease self is unaware that it engages in. The active miasms will fog the mental process to the point self mistakes evil for good. Seeing past these layers gives self the weighted gift of fathoming the depravity witnessed in these times. Homeopathy is an incredible journey to witness.

The Many Noble Paths to Delusion

The following is a culmination of combined cases and histories studied. Many voices speaking as one though commonly threaded themes and varied specific individualism.

Eons ago, soldiers were led to battle by the leaders that governed them. They were esteemed by the nations they protected, given land and their families cared for.

Fast forward generations and centuries and while the delusion of esteem dwells in the heart and minds of the populace, the soldier experiences a very different reality.

A soul once pumped with patriotism and invincibility by those above him, not risking their own skins, finds a grim row ahead putting pieces back together of the shattered self they knew themselves to be.

Perhaps driven by a destructive miasm finding a safe place to kill in a game called war (the universe conspires many a whim), or as days gone by, a reluctant soul vacuumed into a devastating machine by draft, now, in modern times, as government allowed work to manufacture overseas, thousands flood to service as no local jobs exist to fuel their dreams, all these beings find themselves in an age old fellowship of “soldiers”.

In the heat of battle a new reality emerges. As bullets and shrapnel fly, some lie in fetal position and cry. Some will soil themselves as all that humanity prides itself on disrobes. Others in a panic driven adrenaline rush work their guns with gusto, till the bullets feed no more and they look to see a comrade with a gaping hole, bleeding to death on the floor.

Some are left for dead by the government that sent them. The tales they endure to make it out alive are shut away deep inside. They come home to a world, they no longer recognize. In days of old alcohol and drugs gave the notion of easing their pain. Now a days a host of psychotropic drugs are flooded on our hero’s of war, fueling homelessness and suicides.

Some find ways to cope and integrate. Some may not find peace for decades, leaving a trail of destructive relationships behind, families, spouses, children and friends; the corpses of war have no end.

For many relief is found, in homeopathic remedies that for shock and trauma abound. It takes time, healing occurs as the layers are ready to let go.

Stories, once too painful to leave their lips, make their way to be heard, even decades after the insult to self. Its part of their life, it’s important for others to know, the harrowing tales of glory, the shunned part that until now, has not reconciled itself. Self speaks with reverence to its wounds and with new understanding.

Their stance, gait and demeanor ease. The Still point and Peace is found.

In another family cancer abounds. Grand parents on both sides succumbed to the dreaded disease. The patriarch of the clan stubbornly works away to make his families’ life just so. A self so locked in conclusions the body begins to seize. He’s shouldered too many a burdens; carried too heavy a load. The universe provides a chance of quiet for his mind to find the Still Point, a gift of stupor he won’t see. The gift scares him, too much to control. Possessions own him, he thinks they are his. Onward his internal tug of war goes, a cocktail of woes.

The matriarch of this clan has pills to help her cope. The doctor prescribed them, so its not dope. She once had creativity, overwhelmed and tired, she conforms to talking herself out of all the things she’d love to do; a clouded layer of denial, delusion, no longer able to speak her truth. When she expresses concern, she’s told to take a pill. All that stuff, a toxic environment, emerges as lumps. The clan shocked and scared, she is finally heard, for a little while.

The golden child in the family carries a whole new set of miasmic and cultural burdens. Parents shrouded in booze, couldn’t handle the energetic rambunctiousness of youth. Early on the child is diagnosed and medicated; the medication is considered a class 4 narcotic, just like heroin, because the doctor prescribed it, the child is hooked for life; perhaps even abused later to help excel in exams. The pills and vaccines paralyze, what seized a generation before now froze. Diseases of old people mar the youngins face. Frozen conformity intensified by familial miasmic load, the doctors add more drugs to the young beings woes, where it will all end, nobody knows.

The background child joined the sibling early on a diagnosed and medicated path. It’s always through veiled sight this child been asked to navigate the world. Perceptions skewed, drugs and alcohol are the only tools this child seen elder’s use. The child experiments and falls deeper into the pit. No one sees, no one dares, don’t break the delusion till the stink becomes too much to bear. The whisper is never heard, hence comes the scream. Humans always wonder why the hell it gets so damn bad. Denial is the delusion, is disease, is consent, on and on the spiral goes, out of control. When the shit hits the fan, this blessed child is the one who brings the difficult wake up call.

Some are repelled by energetic healing. Awakening is frightening gift. Destructive miasms have the tendency to exploit those that can no longer advocate for themselves. All things feed each other. Throw your power away by believing you have none, and another will use you till either is done.

Another being wears the diagnose of asthma and spinal disease, something drives her to seek an alternative means. A diagnose does not often lead to cure, focus on the whole and not the part. A hard life, her lungs clogged filled with grief, not to mention the ancestral misery, slowly but surely the layers clear. Mobility and deep breaths return, she even begins to articulate her needs. Often what cannot be expressed carries as much, if not more weight, than that which is. Everything speaks volumes to those who know the gift of listen.

Her diagnosed child brilliantly shines with homeopathic help. The outbursts were just baggage from what neither parent said, as those before them. The blessed child always brings the difficult wake up call to those who know the gift of listen. They both walk now in empowered grace.

For some disease is a pathogen to arrest, others know something deeper disrupts the dynamic vital force so illness can take hold.  Much of the food source now is tainted as well, fast forwarding the actions of the most destructive miasms. Those feasting this fare will leave their bodies no choice but conventional drug snares, all things feed upon each other.

Into certain types of research some believe, humanity must invest. Torture the beasts to find your “cure”. Twisted dreams come true, inflict pain and get paid too. Tainted results the world buys into. Do you really believe such karmic consequence will yield a “cure”?

The delusion of “health” comes to end when old pathogens thought eradicated again rear their heads, returning with ferocity like never before. The drugs no longer work, something stronger must be born, and on and on it goes.

What counts as reality is a measure of how deep self is willing to look. The specialized machine that knows and can look this deep is you.

The Ojibway and Bushmen have long cured cancer, but simple herbs can’t be patented and cashed in. The Bushmen held out, the one herb to the mix, they have been burned by too many a white mans’ tricks. The inventions humanity desperately needs will never reach; the puppeteers pulling the strings have long buried the genius impoverished souls seek. Why does genius end in ways of war or improved ways to better kill your fellow man? What twisted thinking causes them to poison fellow life? There is no money in health. Life becomes cheap when populations explode.

The impoverished souls of the populace, knocked from what should have been a secure base chakra, unable to speak up, filled with fear of the future, bite the dangling carrot of hope. And again a whole new set of souls gets hooked on more dope.

Generation after generation, disconnect from themselves and Mother Earth. It isn’t long before most are born so weak, the best of both conventional and alternative treatment is barely enough to sustain them. A symbiotic dance of feeding each other, while one gets rich the other loses everything.

Corporations industrialize food, medicine and government. Left nor Right kept the promise of duty to neither me nor you; the checks and balances all fell to greed, if this were not so, the world would not be in dire straights. A bitter apple humanity has bit into, smooth talk and trust in a shyster party man, see this bad show crumble, as it should. Everything built on lies buckles to the weight of consequence.

What is phony? What is true? Humanity mired in miasms cannot see clearly enough to know what to do. No longer secure in their base chakra and clouded by toxins, they can’t say shit even with a mouth full it. Thankfully, the universe intervenes.

What is karma? What is reincarnation? What is the law of attraction? All possible but incomplete explanations/comprehensions as expressed through our limited perception and means of explanation through a language system that is uselessly calibrated to explain the magnificence of Soul and Spirit - evidenced in the squirmy denial each “enlightened” being displays when their turn at “negative events” comes to pass. A sea of incongruence the two-legged swims through.

Absolute faith is living spiritual maturity abandoning the need to coerce the free will of others, speaking your truth, as you know it to be at the time, knowing the way will be made, even if one does not understand the process at the moment.

Humanity has long been searching for the magic pill, the messiah, the something or other that will make all life’s travails disappear. Life is hard; when self is secure in their base life’s curve balls become part of the design.

Some treat enlightenment as a school game of stars and happy faces, to be assigned a numerical value of worth over other emotions. The reality is a disruptive process, challenging all self ever imagined, had programmed, as truth.

The ego dies a hard death in this process. It will fight fiercely to be “right” and cause grave damage as it does so.

When a being is secure in their base, the ego is part of the balancing act, knowing what to take on, knowing what to walk away from. The being is then secure enough to speak its truth with accumulated life wisdom and experience, this truth will be offensive to some, liberating for others, but like a well selected remedy, it eats away at imbalance and will bring all beings closer to a secure base and the original blueprint.

Everything has a counterbalance, keeping all in check. The more one seeks to show others the way, the more the universe conspires to quell the ego. Work quietly and well, those with whom it resonates will find you. Trust and peace are the signs self remembers its original state and the support the universe still provides. You are safe, and stronger than you know.

Universal Intervention

Saturn (governing the base chakra) and Jupiter (governing the sacral chakra) are two major celestial bodies that lesson the human ego to balance.

Saturn governs the security of the base chakra, without which all other chakras cannot function properly. Saturn is a ruthless taskmaster for truth, balancing freewill with consequence. Saturn in retrograde can instigate the birth of many beings back to spirit as well as many destructive natural disasters.

For those wondering why certain popular teachings of think it, dream it and it will come true seem to fail for them, the placement of Saturn in the birth chart has a huge effect on a beings sphere and influence, as does Jupiter. It is the birthright of self to seek the truths that ring true for said being. Self realization empowers to be your own guru. It is a never ending process, governed only by the depths self is willing to explore this many layered, dimensional labyrinth, past the delusions and pre-programming. It makes the ride worth while and allows self the knowing of where to sink its energy to bring purpose and dreams to fruition.

Jupiter, the largest planet in our solar system, governs the Sacral Chakra, creativity and business. This planet as well others that govern our energy fields, can de-rail many well laid plans the two-legged have in mind, for the purpose of growing beyond the limits of society and ego. In fact, it can be viewed as a universal intervention for the Natural World, as human ego has trampled, dissected, drilled and fracked the Sacred Mother possibly to death. Glorious outside help the Maker weaved, so those considered less than have their voices heed.

Break the Rules, the Delusion, the Limits

It wasn’t that long ago when enormous herds of bison, wildebeest and caribou drummed their healing cadence hoof beat dance in time with Mother Earth. Modern man erected fences and stifled this ancient dance with the hum of a mechanical sum.

Wheels that go round, vehicles, trains and planes, all mimic orbits of energy producing organisms; crankshafts, bearings, axels and more, spinning, moving, vibrating the Whole.

 Fast forward the electrical scene, computers, cell phones, microwave towers and satellites, spinning, oscillating even faster, crossing the blood brain barrier like addictive dope. Fossil fuel was one thing, but all turn a blind eye to the mounds of polluting batteries that now fill the Earth, so disconnected we are…we hear and tell ourselves only what we want to know, the pinhole perspective that feeds the destructive cycle dance.

Genetically Modified babies were born in the early 2000’s, conceived of desperation, parents wanting a baby to hold. Some wonder if such beings have souls.

It is here humanity should pause for a long deep breath. Some have already cloned beloved pets, these are plagued with ill health. The wish to bring to fruition, that which Spirit seemed to have denied, the consequence it brings, no human is ever prepared to weather. What Spirit seems to disallow is often a universal pause, where the tides of the Whole can turn and offer new insights. When this process is superseded by ego, a new era of adaptation/consequence occurs. Everything is dynamic, everything changes, and everything has consequence.

There are those that consider animals void of soul, as some prejudiced souls consider certain humans siblings as such. This has proliferated great suffering for many beings, for many ages, as it still does. One should bear in mind, Spirit allowed this process to unfold. What the future holds, no human really knows. Perhaps this is a necessary step, for life to adapt to all the pollutants modern man spawns, true to miasmic trends, change or cease, the Electromagnetic Miasm is born.

The love affair with machine, the rush to be bionic, humanity addicted to little screens, unreachable children, the parents lament, what if we are a stepping stone for machines in evolutions celestial dance step? How’s that for keeping the ego in check?

The delusion deepens as the superimposed hazed ego deems, the planetary intervention strengthen to break the syco/syphillic dream. Long established dogmatic institutions crumble under the weight of the sycotic symptom of hiding weakness. Those that rob the children of innocence are shuffled and muffled by hypocrites that drink from golden chalices. Cover the stain, but never break the delusion.

Governments allow corporate criminals to leave the populace on the street. Most large American cities passed laws forbidding an act of mercy to feed the homeless, many of whom are our veterans. Here again, neither Right nor Left stood for human rights, corporate criminals receive bailouts, those on the lower rungs, hung out to dry. Still the delusional sheeple believe. Still the hope, of what once a great nation use to be, everything collapses when built on lies.

On land stolen from Indigenous Race. The miasmicly marred sibling clothed in lies, beat and subdued the “savages” till they died. Food sources killed, life saving forests burnt to the ground, rivers corralled in concrete walls, the wild heartbeat of the land cease to beat and bowed to the grind of “civilizations” thralls.

And to this day racisms spouts, forcing those of darker skinned out. They cross a harsh desert, exploited by their own kind, to seek a life better than the one left behind. They pick the food all eat and work the land with reverence for the Mother. Slave wages and poisoned by chemicals the white man claims safe to eat. These chemicals weaken the white child so, they can no longer put in a full days work, so those that hire complain. Still the hate spews as delusions always do; can you not see the Mother welcomed her ostracized child long lost home?

See the angulations of their face, the ancestors of Aztec and Mayan race. Now shamed into prisons trying to belong in what the white man calls’ his place. Everything is adaptation and an attempt to connect, no matter how perverse. Such is the outcome of suppressing the miasmic outbursts and the tampering with ancestral consequence. But what brave soul wants to stand in that pool of responsibility?

Remember your ancestors, the ancient wild blood beats, when one strings a sour note it affects the Whole. No matter how one tries to distance, on mountains, with gold or dope, the affect part will topple the dominos, for so is the web weaved.

All dogmatic teachings have verses so sweet, but they don’t always quell the child raised on gang infested streets. New Age teachings too, bring a new twist to age old sayings as brand new. There is nothing new under the sun. A sweet icing to cover a bitter torte, will humanity ever get past the miasmic stains - covering the truth with Pollyanna views?

Look deep, love and accept all parts. Both ends of the spectrum for fill your arts. A secure base helps to employ this fortitude, wisely and with prudence. Every creature knows this, save the delusional two-legged.

The Mongolians, once considered the most fierce of warriors, now known as the most powerful of shamans. An art form modern man can definitely learn from, but should never claim to be, his heart is too fenced, too fractured, from the Mother he rapes as she bleeds out. A caged man would never know how to live so free.

Indigenous peoples’ prophecy claim the white siblings time coming to a close.
For 500 years they waited and watched as the Mothers’ breast was torn asunder, spilling her heart of black gold. They know the white siblings ways has caused huge die offs, they know it is not yet done. Only modern man feeds, on sweet fables that sugar coat unsavory, greed driven deeds done.

Fukushima still pumps massive amounts of radiation, the greatest heavy water experiment to date. Beings on far away coasts testify with bloody tumors in their noses, throats and lungs. Those closer suffer wantonly. But it’s all just a game some say, a learning place. Yet more lip service to quell the sting of being born into this miasmic state? Welcome the Radiation Miasm.

Common dogmatic teachings for many feel painfully incomplete and hollow. Witness the disconnect continue, a plastic puppy the kids get, everyone is happy, a pet and no poo. The child starts to view her body with disgust (a nurturer somewhere cleaned poo for you). Hormones kick in way too early from a tainted food supply. Is it any wonder, the poor child, a few years later, tries to starve herself and die? Oh what is unknowingly fed as a good intent.

Others dress like terrorists. In games they shoot at each other with bb guns. Years ago it was considered sacrilege to point a gun at a fellow man. Desensitize the masses, its all just a game, till a young blood mired in miasms, school loan dept, with no hope for a job, pumped with psychotropic drugs and killing games, blows a fuse and takes it out on a bunch of unsuspecting souls. Knowing the patterns of suppression and miasmic taints, wipes the word why from those conscious.

So to a new era humans want to believe, self will be enlightened and what will follow is peace. The stars align and bringing humanity to its knees, change or cease, nature’s creed. Watch them cry and fumble, they know not what to do, their tools no longer have use.

Some with healing talents succumb to cancers. Pre-programming taught us to believe this should be impossible. Yet many of these souls, get caught up in skewed, miasmic, dogmatic beliefs. Give and give, no boundaries, lost the ability to say no, lost the ability to speak (cancer miasm). Others will take what they can get, it is the best either side can do. When the glow ceases to go both ways, your best won’t do.

Science hits the wall as all complex equations come back to zero and infinity, the blessed Still point, the place of everything and nothing. The place where the whisper of truth can be heard once the ego, delusion and pre-programming has been shattered on the ground.

The rules of language disintegrate, to try and give the magnificent and vast infinite, the out of the box voice it deserves. A frail attempt to explain all that is left unexpressed and unexplainable.

The bombardment of energies as new placements align in an ever changing galaxy, but can life calibrate to these new energies? Planetary, radiation, let us not forget the Super Collider and so many more. It is sheer arrogance for the miasmicly imbedded modern man to claim to know what lies in store.

We fancy cheapening all life into a pinhole message. Take the trees, they stand with arms out stretched, witness the growth of beings in the homes with shade they protect. Season after season, heat of summer, cold of winter, the stories they can tell. Of baby critters cradled in their limbs, witness to a families growth. The beings cradled in their arms does not matter to them, winged, furred or two-legged. All seem welcomed, the tree stands secure and peaceful. How dare one cheapen/condense such nobility into a “message”?

Once the two-legged remembers to be as benevolent and secure, then it will emancipate to a creature worth listening too. Till then we slog through the fractured renditions they tell, as miasmic layers by the way side fell. All makes sense, all had its place, like the tree you will see your feet have been led in grace. A strength and wisdom not your own, celestial guardians sing our souls back home.

Humanities moral compass has long been ailing, all is dynamic, all is changing, quell and minimize your damage, it is the grace of the natural world that may save us if we awake, not the other way around.

Singing Stones

The Racetrack, at Death Valley California.

Copyright 2012

Far beyond Ubehebe Crater, where the crows and ravens play in the upswept winds, the paved road ends, and the Soul is free to follow the ley lines that sing to thee.

A place where mysterious large boulders seeming move along a dry lake bed; stories abound as why they move, these Singing Stones give testimony to the tenacity of life in a place called Death Valley.

Dry mountain ranges, large salt flats, endless rolling desert dunes, strange formations of stone, all in a place deep below sea level sing a healing tone.

The Singing Stones of the deepest valley beckon. The pillars of Trona rise from the desert floor like sentinels keeping watch to a sacred place. The minerals begin to speak, the smell of Sulphur, the great homeopathic remedy, permeate the air. Pools of Magnesium Sulphate (Epsom salt) dry in the desert heat to bring healing to aching bodies. Borax once wound its way out of the Valley floor in 20 mule team freighters. Quartz scattered all over the valley floor, healing hot springs abound, no other worldly water feels as good to swim in. It is a healing place, health it brings to the bones.

Gold once mined at Ballarat until a few years ago – the cyanide pools that separated gold from ore a toxic reminder of modern mans’ greed. For those who hear the song the singing stones sing know that gold always signifies vortexes, energy centers in the earths’ mantle. Death Valley and her surrounding mountains are full of such places. Such vortexes feed our souls, when our soul bursts to its full energetic space; this feeds the earths’, when the glow goes both ways healing occurs. Despite its harshness, it’s a place self feels invincible, in a very humble sort of way.

Below the salt flat valley floors, great lakes dwell. Fed by the Amargosa River, generally a dry river bed, she disappears beneath the surface near Beatty, the small fish underground here, the elusive river feeds.

In years of floods Manly Lake re-appears. Only 2 -3 feet at her deepest, before the hot sun sears her memory to reverse atmospheric tears. Then wild flowers blossom and paint the desert with cheer.

So many wonders, so much peace, in a place so desolate, no electronics reach, glorious silence, where the singing stones can be heard; the feet free wonder the ley lines and the body to lay in the hot, healing earth.

Here among the stones, snakes, desert sheep, coyotes, ravens, roadrunners and donkeys, you remember who you are and there is tremendous peace.

In His Own Time

We nicknamed him Fricken Cat. From day one he knew what he wanted, how he wanted it and I was his bitch. Once every other being in the household figured that out, things were just dandy for FC.

He was the only surviving member of the original pack when Gene and I first got together. The other pooches have long since become WindWalkers.

I won’t forget that day; I heard Gene’s old truck pull up, then the knock at the door. There he was with cat in hand. A grey and black kitty that turned a lovely white and black once all the soot from the truck yard was cleaned off.

Kinney my Collie Shepherd mix and Poorbear the Dauschund, could have cared less. But Scottie the Yorkie would not stop the curious inquisition until Puddy (his official name) slapped him one across the face. Scottie ran away yelping and Puddy established his place in the pack – as boss.

Scottie was the butt of Puddy jokes after that. Puddy lived to walk on his hind legs and slap Scottie on the rump as Scottie scampered across the living room floor to the kitchen for a drink of water.

Always the curious one, Puddy would avert the dogs to any and all intruders to the neighborhood. After waking them from their slumber, he would trot off and let the dogs do their barking to safe guard the castle. When in the yard, he defended his territory with great ferocity. I still have a fang of his that got knocked out when a rival entered the Puddies Domain. Don’t mess with FC!

An avid hunter, he would foil many a prey from the canopy of his favorite Gardenia bush, the very spot he chose to close this chapter of his life; his favorite place, in full bloom, bidding his transition with the fragrant scent of sweet surrender.

True to his constitution, he would call to have his comrades in close proximity. But he did not want drama, tears, or even to be held. Just be with him, watch the clouds the roll by, see the shapes they make, smell the delightful Jasmine, Buddleia, Roses and his beloved Gardenia. Feel and be in the moment, nothing more, nothing less.

Somehow it seemed wrong to interfere with the cats’ wishes, yet again. There will be no needle to quicken the process. He will shapeshift in his own time.

Each must find their own dance steps in this most sacred dance of all; when the soul is birthed back to Spirit. We humans have interfered so much, we scarcely know how to live well, let alone die well. We color the process with our own mortality.

Death is not a disease, it just is. The delusion planted in our souls of our superiority shatters like the smoked mirror it is. The God-like self we fancy our self to be is confronted by the humbling reality that no matter the mastery of the healing arts, all life ends.

Emancipation of judging self and the judgments of others at this sacred dance allows access to the still point; the place of everything and nothing. The place one can clear ones own hurt in such a time of sorrow, where the song the other being sings, comes through with the clarity of a church bell and all those privy to that moment will know what it means and even the universe will provide repose to allow the sacred dance to unfold without the rushed, colored process that humans evoke.

The transit of Spirit is not one to cater to our clock, yet the judgment of many a pre-programming will make it so and thus many choose euthanasia as an option to ease the confrontation of their own mortality in the face of such gut-wrenching life lessons.

There is no right or wrong answer here, only what each soul knows and has the strength to endure. The best one should do is refrain from harsh words spoken from the point of view of the pinhole humanity sees existence through. Life will do what it needs to do anyway, and that is how it should be. We have contrived enough, the universe often needs to intervene to broaden our perception.

The new pack of hounds files by and gives Puddy kisses, Puddy weakly kisses back. The old pack and those creatures of days long gone by, gather in the spirit realm. The delirium noted by many in hospice work may very well be a necessary part of birthing the Soul back to Spirit. The state between the worlds, where spirits of loved ones long past come to usher a new angel home. The limiting bonds of the meat suit slowly undone and in his own time another WindWalker is born…

I will need your wisdom Puddy, sing to me so my feet remember how to dance. Join the chorus before you and sing us home in our own time.

What Everyone Should Know About GMO’s (Genetically Modified Organisms)

Copyright 2012


The health of any being correlates directly to the health of the soil.

A truth modern man is in dire need of reconnecting with. Consider this your lesson from the “ground up”. The very essence of what grounding is. From dust we came, to dust we return, in the physical sense. Your connection to the Earth runs deeper than you know.

The soil works much like our digestive system. Just as we ingest food that ferments in the gut with the help of digestive acids, enzymes and probiotics to extract nutrients, so substances like rotting vegetation, manure and decomposing tissue ferment (compost) with the help of bacteria, molds and insects to enrich the soil and feed plant life.

This is the soils greatest gift to us; She takes that which we label as waste and transmutes it to something sustainable and useable. Any energy worker worth their salt knows the importance of contact of hands/body to soil; it transmutes the pain within us and shines new light on burnt dross. She is in us, we within Her, the glow goes both ways when this realization occurs. The loathing and disconnect is quelled, the connection to nourishment/Source/planet re-established.

Ancient agricultural societies like some in China and India have kept the land fertile and producing for thousands of years, without depleting the soils abundance, because their methods hold true to the above mentioned concepts.

Modern man, with all his studies and justifications of ego, seeks to override these ancient truths as world populations explode and burden natural systems ability to provide. Any creature whose quantities exceed with disregard to the natural balance of what is sustainable becomes a burden, no matter what the “pre-programming” induces one to believe. The sad relevance of this becomes clearer as this piece unfolds.

There is enough for everyone’s need, but not everyone’s greed, so the old saying goes. Mankind had been manipulating crop yields for centuries. Hybrids, grafting and selective breeding are nothing new to agriculture. Many crops barely resemble their heirloom forbearers of long ago, though there is a resurging interest in growing these plants of days gone by.

The addition of chemical fertilizers results in a slight of hand increase in crop size and production. These plants and their subsequent yield are referred to as “obese” (note human/animal bodies suffer the same) by Vaikunthanath Das Kaviraj in his beloved book “Homeopathy for Farm and Garden”. In other words, the produce grown with these chemicals look wonderful, but lack nutrients found in smaller organically grown operations. As the nutrient content (especially minerals) is diminished in the food eaten, there is a direct correlation to those up the food chain, chemical fertilizers, pesticides and herbicides all contributing to the decline of health.

Agencies in charge of keeping the food supply safe insist the levels of these chemicals are safe to ingest, and according to them, should be broken down by the acids in the digestive tract. Many of these substances mimic estrogen spiking a host of endocrine problems; they are not as safe as these agencies would like us to believe.

These agencies imply the same should happen when spliced genetic materials inserted into crops to increase yield and disease resistance are ingested. These crops are engineered to withstand heavy doses of herbicides which would kill un-tampered seed, a morbid cocktail for those up the food chain ingesting this poisonous combination.

The subsequent rise in digestive issues suffered by many beings indicates beings have trouble breaking down this mutant protein, but the mutant protein seems to have no trouble corroding the gut.

Another of the many insidious aspects to what this tainted food does, it will cripple an individuals “gut feel”. The Vagus Nerve wonders from the brain stem through the neck, thorax and abdomen. Ancients called it the second brain as this sensitive system can and should detect intuitive messages to keep the individual safe. “Let thy food be thy medicine” Hippocrates said. This was the original self medicating, what to ingest, what to expel. This not only applied to the physical, but mental, emotional and spiritual realms as well. Numerous studies have shown this. Poison the food, you poison the mind. It is the easiest way to “disembowel” the fortitude of any being.

The solar plexus of Modern man has long been ailing. If you think the above has no consequence, ponder this, in the not to distant past huge piles of buffalo were left dead across the plains to starve Native Nations out. Native folk could not make sense of such killing and leaving it to rot; a waste of wastes. Fast forward a hundred years give or take a few decades and realize the gluttonous abuse of credit by individuals, corporations and governments leaves a different pile of rot that many cannot fathom. A solar plexus out of tune never knows when it’s full, physically, emotionally or spiritually. History repeats with an accumulation of aggravated consequence for unknown generations.

The history of Monsanto (the company driving the GMO trend) has a long list of producing poisons that kill and maim.

Products such as saccharin (1901), Polychlorinated Biphenyls (PCBs 1929), DDT (1944), Agent Orange (1961), glyphosate (Round-up weed killer 1973), Aspartame (NutraSweet 1974 approved for human consumption 1981 despite studies showing brain tumors, holes in brains – this is a most potent neurotoxin and should never be consumed), the bovine growth hormone rBST, and genetically modified crops such as  tomatoes, soy, corn, canola, cotton, sugar beets, alfalfa just to name a few, are some  of the toxic products this company strong armed its way on to a somnolent public.

With false promises of increase crop yields, disease/pest/drought/resistant plants, farmers that bit into the bitter fruit Monsanto offered soon found themselves spraying tons of glyphosate on modified plants that provided neither increase in crop yield or disease/pest/drought  resistant. In fact, the opposite occurred, an increase of super weeds and super bugs emerged as a result of the abuse of such toxic chemicals to the land.

It has long been tradition of farmers to withhold part of their crop to reseed in following years. With GMO seed, new patented seed stock must be purchased by farmers yearly.

Monsanto employs strong arm tactics such as suing farmers whose crops showed cross-pollination by near-by GMO fields, even though these farmers never once purchased the tainted seed that Monsanto offered. Monsanto has been the target of much litigation and has paid out huge sums of money to those affected by its poisons; however the pay outs are a mere pittance compared to the companies’ profits.

By buying small seed companies and patenting its GMO seed, Monsanto is slowing gaining a monopoly over the worlds food supply. No labeling is required by governing agencies in the United States or Canada. In many other countries this poison is rightly banned. When Monsanto shipped a load of GMO seed to earthquake ravaged Haiti, the locals wisely burned the seed. They had the fortitude to tackle what Nature doled out to them, without selling out for lifelong stab in the back this poisoned seed would inflict on future generations and the land. More humans should have such foresight and where withal to follow through.

Sanctify the Soil

As fore mentioned, the health of the body depends on the health of the soil. Life is holographic, dynamic and symbiotic. You cannot do something that will not affect another. If humans learn to rein-in their elitist attitude of the two-legged’s place in the world, perhaps all life will be a bit safer. Time alone will tell.

The glyphosate sprayed on these “Round-up ready plants” disrupts the good bacteria in the soil, just as the residues will disrupt the beneficial bacteria in the gut of those who ingest it. Aside from harming the probiotics (in the soil and the gut), this compound greatly confuses the bodies (of plants and animals) ability to chelate minerals from the earth.

According to Dr. Don Huber, “If you can chelate and, in that chelation process, essentially immobilize that essential nutrient, you have provided an opportunity to either kill a weed or damage and kill an organism—any organism… that have that particular requirement for that physiologic pathway with glyphosate or the shikimate pathway…”

The newest round of GMO corn has the pesticide built in. This gene, known as the bt toxin, will split the stomach of bugs that eat it. Any we wonder why the rise in digestive issues? This bt toxin is now found synthesizing in human blood of pregnant women and their fetuses. We have been turned into our very own, walking pesticide plants! Consider the above mentioned issues of inability to chelate minerals and the pandemic of “obese, starving individuals” makes complete and sickening sense. The food is cheap to produce and insanely poisonous. Many believe this is a direct attempt at curbing exploding populations. With the addition of artificial sweeteners (also GMO) it is an addictive cocktail the world is willingly consuming unto death, all while turning a huge profits through lobbying, cheap food, increasing health costs. Those at higher levels should be tried for crimes against humanity for allowing this to happen for the sake of the dollar.

Rising soil acidity is also forcing some farmers to consider GMO seed as they will grow in very acidic soil. Horse manure is alkaline; composting horse manure into your garden will help counter acidic effects modern life imposes on the soil. Tissue salts also have their value in conditioning the soil back to health.

Denial is the Delusion, Equals the Dis-ease

For those that have been in the healing arts (conventional and alternative) pre-GMO days, one cannot recall such an explosion of ill health as increased allergies, organ, reproductive and digestive issues. The American Academy of Environmental Medicine lists a few of the follow issues related to GMO consumption:

“Specificity of the association of GM foods and specific disease processes is also supported. Multiple animal studies show significant immune dysregulation, including upregulation of cytokines associated with asthma, allergy, and inflammation. ^6,11 Animal studies also show altered structure and function of the liver, including altered lipid and carbohydrate metabolism as well as cellular changes that could lead to accelerated aging and possibly lead to the accumulation of reactive oxygen species (ROS). ^7,8,10 Changes in the kidney, pancreas and spleen have also been documented. ^6,8,10 A recent 2008 study links GM corn with infertility, showing a significant decrease in offspring over time and significantly lower litter weight in mice fed GM corn.⁸ This study also found that over 400 genes were found to be expressed differently in the mice fed GM corn. These are genes known to control protein synthesis and modification, cell signaling, cholesterol synthesis, and insulin regulation. Studies also show intestinal damage in animals fed GM foods, including proliferative cell growth and disruption of the intestinal immune system.^”

When GMO feeds were first introduced to livestock, veterinarians treating these creatures noted a spike in fertility and reproductive issues. Take note, sterilize the soil, it affects those further up the food chain.

In horses, there is what many believe to be “ulcers”, also recurrent episodes of colic. Long before the gut erodes to an “ulcerative” state, there is some sort of indigestion or nausea. What makes detecting this difficult in the equine is their digestive track works only one way. What goes in must come out, they cannot regurgitate or belch.

Indigestion of the equine often represents itself as a being trying to ingest “indigestible” objects, like the licking of soils, sand, some may only have access to cement anchors to the base of their corrals. This in and of itself will point to a group of homeopathic remedies; additionally, bi-yearly (spring and autumn when the endocrine system is most active) detoxes with clays like zeolite can be of great benefit here, as does allowing for a bit of grazing for stabled individuals.

In earthquake prone areas, the earth up wells Her deepest depths near fault lines. It is not uncommon to find natural deposits of healing clays that many animals (wild and domestic) will gravitate too and ingest so it may pull toxins from the body.

Other classes of remedies will address various types of indigestion, whether bile comes up, undigested food etc. This is the beginning of bolstering the Vital Force of the being, to evolve to a place of tolerating the toxins it has no choice but to ingest. The body has the right to “purge” this poison from itself and these attempts should be honored. Human need to suppress and hide the symptoms will most definitely push the “dis-ease” deeper, causing greater ills. Gentle detoxes, boosting the Vital Force with the appropriate constitutional remedy and eating a clean a diet as economically possible hedge your best bets to bring a being to the place of being able to calibrate to the toxins now so prevalent – calibrating to a level of tolerating poisons is where we are at.

Allopathic means of addressing such an issue includes the addition of anti-acids to the digestive tract. This can exasperate the corrosion of the digestive tract as acid is needed by the stomach to digest food. When acid is lacking, it stresses other organs/endocrine glands in the system to work harder as they pick up the slack the poorly performing stomach is left unable to do.

It is not uncommon to see beings that have been on anti-acids long term succumbing to some sort of endocrine imbalance. The pancreas generally is the first to ask for balance as seen in the rise of insulin resistance and/or diabetes. The dominos continue to fall from here as the “dis-ease” gets pushed deeper into the body and organs begin to ail.

While stemming the decline of health with the addition of probiotics to the diet is a very good idea, it is equally important to keep in mind many probiotics are also now GMO.

Fermented foods are a rich part of the diet in many cultures. Kefir, yogurt, kombucha, sauerkraut, organic apple cider vinegar with the Mother in it, kimchi and host of others are very beneficial to replacing the gut with beneficial bacteria and enzymes that components of modern living deplete, without the worry of being GMO.

If GMO foods are taken in daily, beneficial bacteria are under constant assault, therefore good measure would require a stead ingestion of richly cultured foods. Likewise, any being taking antibiotics will need at least 6 months to a year of ingesting a clean source of probiotics to replace the good gut bacteria.

The soothing and deeply nutritive qualities of Slippery Elm have made it a popular addition to many diets to ease the irritated gut linings. Remain mindful to harvest/grow such herbs with the balance of other living systems in mind, lest we become the monster we fear.

Chia seed, used by the Mayans, demonstrates to of huge value when added to diets. Its mucilage qualities coat and ease corroded stomach and intestines, the omega 3’s soothe inflammation and nourish cells as does the alpha-linolenic acid. Aztecs and Mayans used it as food to sustain in times of scarcity. It is known as a corps reviver to those deeply depleted and morose as it can be made into a gel that is easily sipped by adding water for those gravely ill. It gently cleanses the liver and gallbladder and gives stability to the pancreas when blood sugar issues are a worry.

Combinations of clay detoxes and fermented foods have greatly boosted, alleviated and lessened the occurrence of digestive issues in horses and other beings. A simple start with grand benefits, as clays pull the toxins from tissues and cultured foods re-seed the gut with the fire to digest; here is the beginning of a strong immune system.

Additionally, as the btToxin inhibits the chelation process of minerals in bodies that consume this, we see imbalances of magnesium and other minerals. Deficiencies of magnesium are noted as cramping, muscle spasms and digestive issues. In horses, this will produce a particular type of colic in which their gut gets sucked up, presenting itself quite quickly and aggressively. This type of colic is common with magnesium imbalances.

Often, supplementation with mineral supplements is not helpful as the gut is compromised and the being suffers from mal-absorption. The tissue salt Mag. Phos. 6x can be of great value with such beings.

When colic presents as such in the horse, the body may produce a great deal of gas to counteract the sucking up of the belly, the body is trying its best to regain “balance”. Carmative herbs can be helpful here (a twisted gut can be extremely dangerous to equines), following a gentle detox and replenishing probiotics to restore proper gut function.

Beet pulp has become a staple in many horses’ diets. This beet pulp is what remains after GMO sugar beets have been rendered for their sugar content. Some believe this causing a certain type of mobility issue in horses, as it affects the spleen. In Traditional Chinese Medicine the health of the Spleen is associated with the power and prow ness of the hind legs. In dogs, one may observe tumors of the spleen that cause a great deal of grief for the pet, even unto death. Feeding a simple diet with as little processed feeds as possible is becoming necessary. Non-GMO feeds will proudly state so, if there is no such label, its most likely GMO.

For humans and dogs, one sees them once the corrosion has progressed to the point of passing blood in the stool. This is becoming an all too common norm.

Homeopathic remedies can address such a distressed state. Turn a rounds are possible and often easier for the pet to accomplish than humans. In cases where the families have changed the diet of the pet and the pet bounces back, this act often inspires the family to make dietary changes that benefit the entire tribe.

Humans can often be the most difficult as the addictive additions in many process foods (aside from the GMO component) make it very hard for them to break the addictive cycle these “dodo” foods create. Loaded with MSG, artificial sweeteners, fructose corn syrup (also GMO), most packaged/processed foods create a dependency (aside from the so called “convenience”) that is hard for many humans to break. Eliminating the most common culprits like high fructose corn syrup, aspartame and canola oil are a wise step to ease humans back to better health. Read the labels, these items are common in most all packaged foods.

Break Down the Soil, Break Down the Body, Break Down the Family

Once upon a time in America, it was possible for a household to sustain itself with the income of one partner. Now, several jobs may not be enough to cover expenses, if indeed, one has work at all.

Society has become addicted to an adrenaline race. Moms give birth, race back to work. Babies (whose energy fields do not seal completely till 6 months of age) are left in the care of strangers. The sacred act of bonding with family disregarded. The base has already begun to erode. Artificial baby formulas (most also contain GMOs) start the child on this downward spiral path.

 Parents, rushing to make ends meet, have no time to think, let alone prepare nourishing, home cooked meals. Many folks seem “proud” not to cook, throwing away the keys to their own and their families’ health via an inability to nourish self, as self knows to do, when not clouded by toxins.

In ancient cultures, women were the healers. They knew what to gather as food and as medicine. Such was our relationship with our Mother (Earth), our sacred right.

As patriarchal societies took hold, the witch hunts began and ended with women burned at the stake for their “knowing”. The scar of this action remains in the collective consciousness of women; ladies, the time is rife to reclaim our birthright.

Though planning meal after meal can be burdensome in modern society, throwing away the right to nourish sprouting bodies is an abomination society will pay dearly for as these young ones grow up on food that will greatly damage developing organs. We have no idea what we are throwing away under the guise of “liberation” or convenience.

The proof lies in the declining health of smaller beings with shorter life spans. Not that long ago, the life span of most dogs ranged from 14 to 18 years depending on size and breed. Then one noted pets suffering earlier deaths at about 10 years old. There is now an alarming trend of pets dying around age 5 or 6 years of age. Organs are failing with rapid decline that is eluding the best of what both conventional and alternative means have to offer.

Most farm animals are now raised CAFO (Caged Animal Farming Operations). They are fed GMO formulated feeds, kept in horrifically small areas (no room to move around, barely enough to lay and stand), pumped full of antibiotics (to keep disease away from such close and confined circumstances), hormones (to grow rapidly and reach their “butcher” weight). All this goes into meat considered “safe” for human consumption. 

Pet food standards allow for decayed, deceased, diseased carcasses to be used in pet food. There is also the infamous “pet protein meal”, made right here in the city of Vernon, where the deceased carcasses of pets and those picked up by animal control are converted to a protein power added in many bargain pet foods. This is like a cocktail of disease for your pet to ingest.

Many holistic brands also contain ingredients that are toxic to pets such as yucca, alfalfa (known to cause kidney damage in dogs and cats if fed long term), rosemary and avocado to name a few. These are listed as toxins on the ASPCA website, yet are in many “holistic” pet food brands. Likewise onions and garlic (fed continuously) will cause anemia in small pets. Nightshades like tomatoes and potatoes are also in pet foods and should be avoided by those human and critters suffering from arthritis as these foods contribute to painful inflammation.

Many people have been cooking their own pet food, that way you know exactly what goes into it. While it seems like a lot of work, it takes no time to put some ingredients in a pot and cook up a weeks worth of chow. Cooked food provides a certain “warmth” many beings need for digestion.

In Traditional Chinese Medicine certain deficient beings have not the “fire in their belly” to process raw uncooked food. A cooked or warm diet will aid such a deficient being on the way back to health with a more fortified digestive system.

Raw diets are also increasing in popularity. It is imperative to take into consideration the constitution of the being, detoxing and rebuilding digestive health. This process can take a while to reconstitute (up to 2 years in some) and should not be rushed. The body will give signs as it is ready to heal and rebuild. It is not to be pushed according to anyone’s agenda but it’s own.

From 1932 to 1942 Dr. Pottenger reversed many chronic diseases in cats he was to experiment on by feeding them a raw diet. It took several generations of feeding a clean raw diet and disease like arthritis, malformations and many other  ailments disappeared. Please note it took several generations for this too happen. While feeding a raw, organic and clean diet is optimal, we have generations of poorly bred and fed beings. Such a culmination of chronic disease will not disappear in one generation with one change of diet. It will give deficient beings the best shot at health possible. Boosting with the correct constitutional homeopathic remedy also solidifies the system.

Neutralizing Extremes

Many try in a vain and fanatic attempt to eat a clean a diet as possible. Many of these folks will also have strong healing crisis with certain types of body work, because their mental state still functions from a place of false superiority and ego.

The world is polluted. Fukushima still spews radiation, GMO crops have pollinated for decades. This mutant dust and its Round-up cohort have circled the earth many times since its inception via tides, winds and storms. Toxic dispersants spread across the Gulf when Horizon blew have also spread via currents. This list goes on and on, there is no going back. Our so called comfort comes at a huge price. It is the cost of being born into this Modern World. It is blood we all share on our hands, save lost indigenous peoples that knew better than their hapless siblings.

Humans have long had the phony habit of placing themselves above all other life forms, and here we sit at the cross roads of leaving our children and all other life a very poisoned and polluted planet. No other being has done this to its offspring, break the delusion.

Beings born too weak to survive, beings dieing younger and younger, eluding the best both conventional and alternative medicine have to offer. Organ failure (dubbed Sudden Death Syndrome) is on the climb. The die off has been happening for sometime now, how many have noticed? How many care? Life will need to calibrate to handle toxins, this needs to be done respectfully and as the body is capable of doing so, if indeed, it can.

This information is very hard to take. It is not intended to cause dismay; it is intended to incite action. To better care for yourself and those you love. Humans have a certain streak of hypocrisy not found in other beings; we strive to save one being while slaughtering thousands of others (including our own kind); an in congruency often born out of guilt or some silly superiority complex driven by ego.

Somewhere between the delusions of “we are better than that” and “that is the best a human can do” lays the still point, the zero, the infinity. The place where we have maturity of spirit to impartially observe and obliterate all the pre-programmed bullshit and do what we must from peaceful resolution and self realization for ourselves and those we love, without a hint of the so-called higher self that is still a trick of the ego and assumes we are above the rules of Nature. The black hole humanity falls into time and time again with yet, another good intention gone awry. We are all One, what is done to the web, befalls us all, there is no sugar coating the pandora's box opened here.

We can reconnect with the land and grow our own food. Even apartment dwellers are making creative window gardens that help sustain and reconnect the body with the wisdom stored in seeds.

If this is not possible, local farmers markets provide a wonderful opportunity to connect with those who grow our foods. Get to know these stewards of the land and what your body likes. It is your right to know your medicine.

When preparing meals or sitting down to eat, we can advocate a simple thought of gratitude for the land, the farmer, the meal in communion with the blueprint that all Nature holds. That those tending the land will honor Her, Her abundance, Her willingness to forgive and transmute and that the same can occur with our cells. To regenerate and rebalance that life again will know reverence and respect. We owe life this much.

We can learn from ancient cultures like the Hopi, Kogi, Bushmen, Mongolians, Aboriginals, Inuit’s, those whose connection with the land and her beings runs much deeper than our own. Where each knows the song it was meant to sing, singing loud and strong even unto death. Something Modern man knows oh so little of, for we do not even know how to utter “don’t feed me this poison”! Our dogmatic teachings sound oh so sweet, yet they provide little but lip service, knowing nothing of what a real death song sounds like. You hear it ages before the life force leaves the veins…

Mainstream media has been warning of upcoming worldwide famines for a while now. Knowing the sterility that modern agricultural methods inflict on the soil, that’s a no brainer. Once the glyphosate is sprayed on the soil, the soil may take years to recover.

The homeopathic is tight knit community. We often end up with cases no one else knows what to do with. In small clinics around the world such as the Bumi Sehat Bali, damage to fetuses give testimony to the poisonous effects GMO soy inflicted on the impoverished. Similar and yet more extensive damage to body functions has long been observed in the animal community as well; the animals and the poor have been testing subjects. Seems the government is still handing out pox infested blankets to those deemed less than.

The time to break the delusion has long passed. The dominos are falling and no one really knows where this will all end. Those believing that modern farming methods will save exploding populations will hold dear to their delusion even when faced with their own family succumbing to the poison, such is the depth of human delusion.

Wild animals have long reject GMO feeds. The seeping effect though, still infects them, as even their Vital Force has not the vibrancy it use to have. This is very telling to those who can listen.

There is proposed legislation in several states to label GMO products. It is strongly urged to contact representatives and give the public that much notice. By all rights, GMO’s should have been banned long ago, but too many government officials are Monsanto. All this has the feel of shutting the barn door after the horse has left, but for the sake of future generations that will have to deal with the mess that greed inspired contact the following organizations, keep informed, buy/grow the cleanest food economically feasible and make a whole lot of noise to your government officials.

This is the latest information as of this writing, on this rapidly evolving dilemma. GMO salmon, hogs and poultry are next on your menu, time to stop Monsanto and their Frankenfoods. Helpful sites listed below:

 Institute for Responsible Technology

 Label GMO's

Alliance for Natural Health

Avocate people, for yourselves and future generations.