Strangely enough this was on one my open windows… the funny thing is that I don’t remember looking up this stuff and in fact it was the first time I saw it! When I read what it was… it seems to be an “super” natural antiviral – antimicrobial medication and of course I though of you and your arm… I know of many things I could recommend but I abstain because of the spirit thing… yet this one came out of nowhere… definitely not from me… so I am forwarding to you and that’s all I am doing!
Thanks, will sleep on it, see what the angels say. Don’t want to piss them off any more than I seem to have little trouble doing.
I gather the hacksaw solution appeals not to you, either.
All those protobiotics I take (I eat lots of yogurt) obliterated by the sulfa drug.
What a trip, my life. Do you think I could get away with charging for admission? I’ll save you the trouble of writing it – LOL.
Milk’s not a good thing… maybe raw goat milk… if you can find and prepare it yourself into kefir, otherwise, better stay away from commercial yogurt and any pasteurized, homogenized dairy product. Ask your doc to test your vitamin D levels and check you for hep C.
Yeah those oral antibiotics are deadly to our friendly flora… maybe you should move up to North for a spell until them tropical little critters go back to the background… you know that they are never really eradicated they are like weeds in the garden always ready to take over if one is not diligent(spiritually or otherwise).
Life is full of it!!! And then we die! LOL
Nothing in horrendous nap dreams about the herbal formula.
Cancer is not a tropical little critter.
Sometimes you sort of remind me of a couple somewhat younger I met when they lived in NYC, near St. Mark’s Square. New Age squared, they were. Raw foods, grew their own sprouts and wheat grass, only organic food, filtered water, no meat of any kind, no booze, meditated, did tai chi, yoga, visioning, they died of cancer in their 40s. By then, they were living in Los Angeles. I remember one day telling him just one breath of LA air undid all of his diet and pure water for that day.
No, the foul LA air did not do in either of them. The foul air inside of them did that. The foul air nothing they ate or drank, nor anything they did, was dealing with.
Before that, he was taken over by what had ahold of me. I introduced him to it. He was Jewish. Very big stretch for him to deal with the Christ and Archangel Michael, and just as big a stretch for him to believe Lucifer actually exists. He got cured off all of that, but eventually it was more than he was able, or willing, to deal with and he turned against me and we parted ways in the human sense.
I thought you said that it was a possible MRSA infection and it was being treated with prescription antibiotics, Bactrin?! At any rate… no I am a little older than your friends(who apparently always end theirs days under tragic circumstances ) and I am not a fanatic about anything… if I did, I would have parted ways with you a long time ago… anybody can be and often is my teacher!
There is Karma in life… we act, do things or don’t do things… consequences follow… telling the World about it, doesn’t change our karma… but hopefully we can learn to correct our course! I’ve never compared you with anybody… and you are not the only person in my circle of acquaintances that say that they have spiritual experiences… I know of one who assures me that he is a wayfarer for recently departed souls… swears that he was very busy after 911, etc., etc.! The funny thing is that he’s not selling anything… not even a book or a blog and in fact this has caused him more problems than anything else… his wife kicked him out, took everything he had, etc., etc.
Before reading Sancho’s last, I came out of a nap dream in which I handed a man whose house I was in, we both were armed, I with an automatic rifle of some kind, he with an automatic pistol, a key and a pair of spectacles. Then, I went online, found Sancho’s reply, connected that to the dream, and wrote this back to him:
I wrote it is an infection of some kind, which is not responding to Bactrim, which causes me to wonder if it is the cancer returning. MRSA would respond to Bacrtrim initially, based on what I know about it. This infection is not responding. Cancer does not respond to antibiotics. Ergo, it looks like cancer, or something the angels cooked up to make my life even more interesting, and to give others a chance to read about stuff they might never read anywhere else.
You have been a fanatic recommending to me half-baked biological cures and/or causes. You sounded, in that regard, like my two New Age friends, whose lives ended tragically. I have friends living quite well, although their lives are tragic in some or more ways and not tragic in other ways. You strike me as a truly tragic person, groping for and never even touching what is just beyond your reach.
Karma can be burned, or lifted, but it’s not up to the person who created it to decide if that happens. [Karma also can be taken on for someone by someone else, knowingly or unknowingly.] A big piece of a serious spiritual walk is dealing with/experiencing one’s own karma. You continue to speak to that which you do not know from experience and therefore have no standing to speak to it as an authority. Bad karma to speak to it at all, as an authority, if you are not qualified. Bad karma to criticize what I tell you about my life, unless you are walking a parallel trail.
If I were to meet or correspond by email with your friend who says he is a wayfarer for souls, I would know quickly whether or not he is a wayfarer. If that is what he is, he’s not supposed to be selling anything he does as a wayfarer. Commercing in spirit work is prohibited, as is asking for donations, or for anything. People charging money, soliciting donations, other favors for spirit work are phonies.
I wrote a number of spirit-work books which were published, all but the last one by me. I had hoped they would earn money, but after the first non-fiction book did not, I stopped trying to sell the non-fiction books and gave away thousands of copies, which I then had the means to do.
The first novel went nowhere when I tried to sell it, so I gave it away. The second and third novels were not published. The fourth novel, the last, was published by a print-to-order publisher on its dime. It went nowhere, although a few copies sold, perhaps 15, counting the handful of people who paid me, even though I intended to give them the book. The rest of the 100 copies I had purchased with the author discount I sent to the landfill. [I also gave copies to the local library system.]
The three good morning websites are now my books, far more comprehensive than anything that could be published through a publishing house, and human editors and publishing company owners don’t get any chance to crimp or twist the product to their ends. My websites were not my idea, but were “suggested” to me by friends acting as agents for the angels running me.
A website would not have helped your friend with his wife, unless he was making a living off of it. I’ve been in the same place with women. One took most of what I owned after I had supported her and her son for eight years. Her karma is not something I care to experience. Her karma may not even come into play in this life. But it will come into play.
I have done wayfarer work a few times. The old fellow who started the massage school I attended in Santa Fe, my brother last year, his first wife this year, the federal judge for whom I clerked, my father, my first daughter’s first child who was reluctant to be born, but I would not have used the term wayfarer to describe it. It was given to me to do, I did it. Perhaps there were other instances when I was a wayfarer, which I don’t now recall.
In the broad sense of trying to show other people the way to change their lives and evolve their souls, I am a wayfarer pretty much full time. A utility man, a troubleshooter, re accelerated spirit development and spiritual welfare. If he is a wayfarer, your friend may well be experiencing tremendous spirit acceleration for holding true to his calling, instead of succumbing to the demands/opinions of others. He probably could teach you a lot.
I am amazed, as much as you hold forth, that you know and have experienced so little that really matters during your later years after your father and husband responsibilities have waned. Seems truly tragic to me.
All Hallows Eve is tomorrow, the holiest day on this planet. I tend to dread holy days, as the spirit work tends to be super intense.
Sloana! You sound like a bitchy, stuffy, old broad! Maybe you are the reincarnation of Helena Blavatsky…. or was she a previous incarnation of you? Anyway… you are a pretty funny dude… just like my wayfarer friend! LOL Lighten up… it will all be over soon!
I had heard some of Blavatsky, I recalled she had started the Theosophical Society, to which J. Krishnamurti had belonged. I had heard lots of slams of her. I had read the Rudlolph Steiner ran with her for a while, then left and seemed to branch out on his own, although apparently he had confederates, as per: The Spear of Destiny, by Trevor Ravenscroft, which book I have recommended to many people because it portrays what really fueled Adolph Hitler’s rise to power and it shows a side of Rudolph Steiner, Hitler’s spirit adversary, not presented in any other writings about Steiner I ever saw. My stepson in Colorado went to a Waldorf School, which was the form of education Steiner developed. So I had reason to read up some on Steiner from that angle. But I had no idea he was a principal character in Ravencroft’s book, when someone loaned it to me to read after hearing from me of my own experiences not of this world. Someone like Sancho, who never had any direct experience with the supernatural might have a difficult time taking in Ravenscroft’s report. As might Helena Blavatsky. In the Wikepedia report on her, it says she debunked the notion that Lucifer was evil and claimed that was church propaganda. Blavatsky would have seen it differently, if she’d had the kind of experiences Steiner had, after he moved on from her circle and influence. She also would have seen it differently, if she’d had my experiences.
According to Wikipedia, Blatvasky was sharply criticized by then contemporary pundits, called a fraud, a charlatan, etc. So I pulled this from Wikipedia:
H. P. Blavatsky herself said, that one of the main reasons for the many attacks on her and on the Theosophical Society, which she was a co-founder of was:
“you must bear in mind how many powerful adversaries we have aroused ever since the formation of our Society. As I just said, if the Theosophical movement were one of those numerous modern crazes, as harmless at the end as they are evanescent, it would be simply laughed at? as it is now by those who still do not understand its real purport ? and left severely alone. But it is nothing of the kind. Intrinsically, Theosophy is the most serious movement of this age; and one, moreover, which threatens the very life of most of the time-honoured humbugs, prejudices, and social evils of the day ? those evils which fatten and make happy the upper ten and their imitators and sycophants, the wealthy dozens of the middle classes, while they positively crush and starve out of existence the millions of the poor. Think of this, and you will easily understand the reason of such a relentless persecution by those others who, more observant and perspicacious, do see the true nature of Theosophy, and therefore dread it.”
I rather imagine Blatvasky would have had a rather rough go living in Rudolp Steiner’s skin during World War II, when he was in spiritual warfare with Hitler and his top henchmen, who viewed Steiner as their greatest threat, as he could travel in spirit and evesdrop on their pow wows, which they had the spirit faculties to perceive, and then he reported what he had learned to the Allied Command. Twice the Nazis tried to assassinate Steiner, and twice their effort was thwarted by what could only be assigned to divine intervention. All as Ravenscroft told it. The Spear of Destiny is about the Grail Knights. The real Grail Knights. Not recommended for the faint of heart or members of the ostrich clan.
As for me, in a dream last night, I had it out with my first wife about two things she didn’t want to take the full load for. I told her that was too bad. I was not there either time it happened. She was there. I had nothing to do with it. It was hers. I conject one thing was the death of our son, the other thing was the death of my younger daughter’s first marriage, which I tried to save and for that was cast out by my daughters. I conject the second thing because when the dream ended, I was in the city where my younger daughter lives. Also where she once asked me face-to-face if I had any advice for her? I said never let anything come between her and her husband, even if she had to kill it. I reminded her of that after she had let something come between her and her husband – medical school and her mother. I did not hear from my daughter afterward, nor from her sister. My older daughter had told me of the marital difficulty, which had led to my writing to her sister to remind her of what we had discussed and to encourage her to save her marriage.
That’s right, what I just wrote is part of what caused the cancer lesion on my left (female) forearm, and hopefully that part of the cause is now resolved. I see the surgeon tomorrow. The way the infection around the stiches looks, tomorrow is shaping up to be an interesting meeting. I have found myself feeling sorry for the surgeon for having ended up with me as a patient.
Happy All Hallows Eve, earthlings.
I usually can be reached at firstname.lastname@example.org, but today I’m somewhere else.