Saturday, September 8, 2012

Clouds, Cornfields and Letters

 Our hotel is right next to a huge cornfield. It adds a sort of humbling mood to the grand, modern hotel. I'm in my room with a laptop, and I'm so content being able to look out at the clouds and cornfields.

I've changed the sort of music I listen to. Last year was primarily rock (and of course, that has it's place in the gym), but since we've been homeless (teehee) I've shifted for "coca-cola" music. That's more relaxed, "nice" music, but still bubbly. Not flutes that put you to sleep, but a bit uppity while not obnoxious. Since I've switched purposfully the type of music I'm listening to, it's actually had an effect on my mood. #truestory.
You're probably wondering why I have this picture of a guy posted to the left. His name is Joshua Radin, his music is acoustic and lovely. Look him up.

 It's so great to have time to be quiet. I've learned how emotionally healing it can be to have time when I can be fully consumed with God. My little leather bible has been such an wonderful tool.
"There was, a long long time ago, a God who's voice the prophets heard. He is the God that we should know, he speaks from his inspired word." ~Our God, He is Alive (hymn)

Now, on the topic, I'll mention how grateful I am for the encouraging letters I've received from a certain three people (you know who you are), who write bible verses on their letters. It keeps me in my bible, studying meanings and applying meaning to my life. <3 Y'all are awesome.

"Breathing the sweet ocean air makes a shy boy aware that he could be free." ~ Owl City

Saturday, September 1, 2012

Cows.

 I love America. Today I thank God for raw milk, and the freedom (in PA, at least) to buy it. Processed milk is nasty. I don't trust the chemists who mess with the whole milk God gave us. I also find it ironic that I have to *defend* my views on raw milk, even from people whom I shouldn't have to! Class mates, friends, piers. They all have been exposed to the government's mutated version of what "milk" is. They think I'm the freak for drinking it the way people have been drinking it for thousands of years!

 I'll also proceed to vent that these kids who get a bad taste in their mouth just thinking about raw milk will be useless if they ever care to harbor a career in the Special Ops. A certain kind of Special Ops training is called "Farm Staking". No, not farmsteading, farm staking. In this select form of training, a person learns how to steal milk and other nutrients from a farm/barn scenario. Guess what. If you want to stay alive, you drink the freaking raw milk. You *can't* process it.

This is the "Processed Cat" experiment:
 Some experimental cats were fed a diet of two thirds cooked meat, one third raw milk and the cod liver oil supplement. Some cats were fed a diet of two thirds cooked milk (pasteurized, sweetened condensed or evaporated), one third raw meet and the cod liver oil supplement. Control cats were kept on similar diets with both the two thirds and one third portions being raw. While the results are too long to be documented here, they demonstrated that whichever diet the raw food cats were on, they remained healthy generation after generation. The cats on the either diet containing  the two thirds cooked portion, however, suffered a variety of different conditions which could best be described as paralleling the diseases of civilization.  Generation after generation, the cats on the raw food diets showed no evidence of allergies. The cats given cooked meat or milk, however, developed all kinds of allergies. Quoting from the book, “They sneeze, wheeze and scratch. They are irritable, nervous and do not purr.” The incidence of allergies increased with each generation and by the third generation the incidence was almost 100%. One kitten developed asthma.

 One of the arguments from my classmates was "Processed milk" (well, he just called it "clean" milk) "has been tested by time, by generations. If there was a problem with it, we should have seen it by now." This seriously made me laugh out loud. I said "..... are you kidding?" he said he wasn't. I closed my eyes, prepared to weep for the future. (Just kidding, I wasn't about to cry) I opened them slowly and looked at the susceptible guy in front of me. "Tested by 'time' and 'generations'" I repeated his words to him and continued "People have been drinking milk for thousands of years, about 8,000, depending on how you believe. Milk wasn't processed until the 1890's. That's 120 years for processed milk vs. 8,000 years for raw milk. Now, processed milk didn't reach the general population until 1920... that's only 90 years. Then there's the cat experiment. The generations of cats that have mental deficiencies that keep them from functioning didn't occur until the 6th generation. Let's say each of your ancestors drank processed milk, starting with the first one which would have been around 1900 (generously), and each of them birthed the next generation around the age of 25. 25 x 4 = 100 years. 4 generations. 4 down, 2 to go. That means your grandchildren, assuming they drink processed milk, have a soaring chance of being mentally retarded." 
The teacher called for order, and the class was silent. I had delivered my argument well, and I still wait for his response.

Now, my point wasn't to break him down. I was straightforward in my facts. My point was that there were no problems with the cats who drank raw milk. They were healthy and strong, and with no mental conditions. I don't know about you, but that's honestly enough to make me drink raw milk...... besides the fact that it tastes better. 





My Journey

 This blog is about to start a new string of posts (thanks to my Auntie Jill) about my journey. They'll be tagged accordingly :)

"Every life is a pile of good and bad things. The good things don't always outweigh the bad things or make them sweet, but vice versa, the bad things shouldn't spoil the good things or make them unimportant."
~ The Doctor.