Health - The "Cure" Word

OK, here it is. I've held on to this information long enough.

When I talk to people about diseases like cancer, heart disease and diabetes it is readily acknowledged that the medical industry is interested only in treatment. And why is that? It is only because the American Medical Community is the most wealthy on earth. There is so much money to be made in treatment protocols and supplies that there is no financial incentive for the medical industry to cure the patient. Furthermore, the associations that raise money to cure these diseases will eternally tell us to send more money because, they say, the cure is "Right Around The Corner."

There has been a cure for cancer for more than 75 years. Additionally, Type 2 diabetes is not only preventable, but reversable. Nevertheless, I will not tell you what to think. Here is the research paper and web sites. Judge for yourself.

These sites give background on Dr. Rife's technology. This technology empirically demonstrated before the top medical authorities of the day that cancer could be cured. The A.M.A. had other plans.
http://www.rt66.com/~rifetech/
http://www.rense.com/health/rife.htm

This site presents the most versatile and effective single piece of equipment available for the remediation of pathogen caused diseases, including cancer.
http://www.quantumbalancing.com/gb4000.htm

This site is a research paper by someone claiming to have cured his own Type 2 Diabetes. The testimony and accompanying footnote references are compelling.
http://www.quantumbalancing.com/news/diabetes%20deception.htm

These technologies will never be acknowleged, promoted or allowed beyond "Personal Research" by the A.M.A. or the F.D.A. Interestingly, the Rife technology is licensed in Canada.

Sustainable Living - The Perfect World

A brilliant and inspired professor of zoology, who will not be named out of respect for his privacy, shared with me his vision that the world will be saved through education; that the wanton ravishes of our rainforests will end; that the manufacture of toxic chemicals will cease because public outcry will cause the manufacturers to seek other ways to be profitable; that people will cease to be unthinking and careless in using or dumping these agents into our waterways; that, given time, the insidious accumulation of toxic chemicals will end, and the earth will cleanse herself. I should live so long.

I reluctantly shared my belief with my friend and mentor that it’s too late; that, in fact, it was too late at least 50 years ago; It’s too late because of what we have become through the shifting of values; It’s too late because we now have a society that demands immediate gratification through technology which, in itself and the byproducts of its manufacture, is foreign to nature; It’s too late because we live and work in a service based economy to acquire the basic necessities of life rather than producing them ourselves, which skills we’ve forgotten. I would have you understand that I am sympathetic to the professor’s vision and share in his hope. However, I believe that the basic priorities of mankind will have to change, or the loss of our world as we know it will compel us to change.

Very few currently recognize their responsibility and stewardship over the earth. The countryside is swathed in rubbish. Virtually every roadside grass fire originates from a cigarette butt. Some would have you believe we don’t belong here; that nature is more important than mankind; that mankind should be excluded from nature. I am not optimistic; I am in fact dubious and apprehensive of social engineering by governments to solve the problems of humanity and this earth due to their propensity to consolidate power at public expense. I am, however, optimistic of the potential of mankind when we see ourselves as the pinnacle of creation, rather than evolved brute beasts driven only by passions, without agency, and therefore without responsibility to control our destiny.

I think of myself as an optimist. I’m grateful for the advances we’ve gained in medical technology, but I’m not convinced that the acquisition of material goods best serves the inner needs of the masses. I envision the return of an agrarian society, which could happen by our own choice or otherwise, whose inhabitants have respect for themselves as well as others, seeking the best interests of their fellow beings and having all things in common.

My vision is as probable as the good professor’s. It can happen, voluntarily and without the interference of ineffectual government programs through personal resolve and the acceptance of responsibility on an individual level “One backyard at a time.”

Conservation - No Room for Nature

The destruction of our wildlife as the result of urban expansion is more than disturbing. The shrinking ‘Islands’ of habitat cause concentrations of deer, coyotes, opossum, skunks, rodents, etc., which attempt to cross roads and highways at night in search of habitat for food and breeding territories. Additionally, birds and bees, as well as endemic and migrating butterflies, have an unfortunate propensity for crossing roads and highways at grille and windshield level.
Some individuals within animal species seem to be road wise, perhaps through near encounters with automobiles, and cross with caution or use culverts during their nightly forays, but other certain species just don’t have it within their makeup to comprehend the dangers. As development continues, animals inhabiting these isolated pockets of fallow land will eventually perish. The carnage on the roads is a problem for which there are few solutions, other than the establishment of interlinked parks and greenbelts large enough to sustain such animal populations.

Each spring, we see the slaughter of terrapins as they attempt to travel to the high ground to breed and lay eggs, and again, in the fall, as they head for the low ground to hibernate. One rancher and avid quail hunter told me that he runs over every terrapin he sees because he believes they eat quail eggs. My comment to him was that there have always been quail and there have always been terrapins, and that his vendetta was meaningless. However, I don’t believe I swayed him.

During the fall of (Circa) 1988, I had an occasion to visit a trash recycling to energy plant that was situated near a water retention compound. The influx of refuse trucks into the plant was continuous day and night and, after hours, passed directly beneath high intensity lights that attracted immense swarms of night insects. The insects also attracted large numbers of toads, with unfortunate consequences. I managed to box up a few dozen fortunate individuals and took them home for release in my garden. They all seemed to melt away into hiding, and I didn’t see any of them the next season. That next fall, as I was cleaning up a corner of the yard, I collected all the stacks of plastic pots to recycle, noting the many insects scurrying about. I then picked up the shell of an old lawnmower I intended to discard, which had been completely encased by the plastic pots, and beheld the largest toad I’ve ever seen. It was easily six inches across and had been living there in near total darkness, as it had gotten too big to get out. It certainly hadn’t suffered because of its confinement.

I spent a great deal of time hunting and fishing as a youth. My friends were inclined to “Hunt” anything that moved. My conscience was deeply pricked, knowing that I was a party to the activity, seeing my friends revel in killing non-food birds and animals for sheer sport and discarding food animals because they were too lazy to process them. The quarry consisted of everything including, but not limited to, armadillos, possums, raccoons and scarce predators, as well as fish, reptiles and any bird in sight. This was done on State Game Management Areas. My misguided associates weren’t the only ones doing this, for sure; there had been a general disrespect for life during these generations surrounding mine. In later years, I would hear the complaint that there were no fish to catch and nothing to hunt when one would go into the outdoors - Imagine that.

The sheer numbers of sport hunters and fishermen in many states overwhelms nature. There is vastly more skill and emotional satisfaction involved in photographing wildlife than shooting it. Respect for property, value for life, and moral integrity share common ground. My acquired respect for nature has become not only my lifelong pursuit, but my profession.
The argument that hunters are needed to harvest game species because there aren’t any predators doesn’t stand. Game species will limit themselves when food is scarce. We have bleeding hearts when it comes to watching deer die of starvation on National TV, but animals can disappear without much notice due to loss of habitat for a new golf course or recreational community on the lake because there is money to be made for the developer and investments to secure for the consumer. In terms of biodiversity and habitat, we can’t see the cost of progress over our own wants and past our own billfolds, and the hundreds of thousands of animals being squashed on the roads every year don’t make National headlines.

Don’t misunderstand my meaning. I’m not an animal rights activist, per se, and I will hunt before I allow my family to go hungry.

Horticultural Practices - Instant Gratification

The summer of 2000 brought armyworms and a panic among the lawn enthusiasts, poor souls. The stench of pesticides wafted through the neighborhood for weeks. I asked several of my neighbors if they had noticed anything unusual about nature in general. The change was subtle, and it hadn’t occurred to anyone that there were few if any birds; the air was quiet. After the plague had abated, the birds reappeared, probably filling in from adjacent bird territories. I dare say the birds that were destroyed may have kept the armyworms in check. Unhampered nature seems to have a way of maintaining equilibrium. The year of 2001 brought a concerned watch for armyworms, and people were talking about spraying as a preventative measure, but at least in our neck of the woods, temperance prevailed. In an age that people demand instant gratification, chemical companies have little problem convincing people and commercial growers that pesticides are the solution to all their problems and, since this has been going on for decades, the land is poisoned as well as depleted.

Years ago, I learned that insecticides have destroyed untold valuable acres of home gardens and commercial farmland. Due to the popularity of pesticide application, non-point source pesticide pollution has now become a point source pollution problem because the entire neighborhood is often affected.

A long time horticulture instructor and commercial grower taught me that the soil is a living thing, with earthworms and myriad other organisms. The first lesson he taught as a horticulturist was that “Dirt is what you clean from under your fingernails; soil is what you grow things in.” The words we use determine our perceptions and attitudes about the soil, as well as world around us.

A traditional fruit, such as apples, cherries, peaches and plums has problems that are often related to soil and cultural practices. Fruit trees, for example, respond directly to the quality of the soil. Everyone has noticed the poor quality of fruit in the grocery store. They are cosmetically perfect, but tasteless and mushy. In short, they aren’t fit to throw, and the reason for this is the soil. To create cosmetically perfect, fruit commercial growers must spray insecticides to prevent insect damage. Aside from the obvious hazards to birds and other wildlife, the insecticide drips to the ground sterilizing the soil. The tree responds to this change in the soil by producing more than the normal amount of cellulose in its fruit, which in turn, attracts insects or their larvae. Understand that the insects are not after the sugar in fruit, but rather the cellulose. Park under caterpillar infested trees in the summer to observe this. The poop on your windshield is sugar syrup. Consequently, the cycle becomes vicious. The more the grower sprays to kill the pests that mar fruits destined for commercial markets, the more he must spray - as many as four to six applications per season. Sure, the insects will spoil some of the fruit if you don’t spray, but before the borers eventually destroyed the trees, when we had peaches, you had to stand bent over to eat them they were so sweet and juicy.

Organic gardening practices such as composting will improve the soil to the point that plant materials are generally healthy and under little stress. However, some domesticated fruit trees, cultivated for many generations are simply hereditary magnets for borers and other pests and cannot be grown without intervention. The use of even acceptable organic methods of pest control such as dormant oils, herbal or insect brews are a time consuming and labor intensive process. I use natural organic pest controls on our property. I find them to be, for the most part, ineffective, as the toll taken by insect pests is considerable.

Additionally, I have a collection of tree nets that I use for whatever happens to be in production at the time to fend off the birds.

A tree that doesn’t thrive once established, that attracts insects and is continually under stress, simply isn’t suited to the site, which is precisely why it’s sick. Since it cannot be transplanted, it should be removed after it ceases to be productive and replaced with another type of tree better suited to the local climate and soil. This is as hard to acknowledge and do as thinning fruit for better yield, but must be done in consideration of the economy of time.

As my traditional fruits die off because of borers I resist replacing them, much to the dismay of family and friends. “Apples, peaches and plums are too good not to have!” True enough, but the sheer variety of newly introduced and delicious fruits, most of which have very few if any pest problems, were enough to wean us from our old tastes and habits. I made a conscious choice some years ago to phase out any plant materials that could not compete on their own in this part of the country (Oklahoma) without pesticide intervention.