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Thursday, December 30, 2021
Could the Sun Go Dark?
Wednesday, December 29, 2021
Nose to the Grind(r)stone (Update)
The Daily Grind(r)
The Green Goo Strikes Again
About a month ago I made a batch for a neighbor's dog Blue. Blue is getting up there in years, but he's a sweetheart, and he and I get along like gangbusters. I met Blue and his human Jonathan about two years ago, and I see them walking all the time. We always stop to talk. Great dog...great human.
Some months back Jonathan told me that Blue was having some joint pain, and couldn't walk as far as usual. He didn't want to put him on a bunch of anti-inflammatories like the vet suggested, and I don't blame him. I suggested Turmeric and black pepper. He said he'd heard of it and would give it a try. He started adding it to Blue's food. Over the next two months or so he told me that Blue was getting around better, and seemed to be feeling much better. He started taking Turmeric himself, and has also been pleased with the human results.
Over the past few years I've given the Green Goo to several dogs, and in all cases the results have been impressive. My friend Scott has a Golden named Jessie. Jessie and I bonded like nobody's business, and Scott remarked on that. At the time, Jesse was 13. He'd gotten a bit lethargic, and wasn't eating well. We were rehearsing once a week at his house for an upcoming gig. He told me about Jesse's situation, and the next week I took him some Goo. I didn't hear anything until a week later. The first words out of his mouth were "You're a wizard. You should sell that stuff." Maybe I should. After one week, Jesse was eating fine, and even playing with his toys again. Scott was impressed.
So I gave some to Jonathan. I started to get worried, because I didn't see him and Blue for a week, then two, then three. I was wondering if something had happened to Blue. I ran into them on Christmas day, and it was a great gift. He said he'd changed his schedule, and they were taking a different route because they were walking more. He brought up the Goo. He said "Man, that stuff works too well." It turns out that Blue got so frisky that he started running again, and that's good, but then he fell a couple of times, and that's bad.
Blue was fine, and he was glad to see me. I sure was glad to see him. I felt awful that he'd fallen, but it did prove that the Green Goo is legit. Jonathan has also started taking a little bit of the stuff himself, before he runs. It's made from 100% people-quality ingredients, like my treats, and like the treats, it's a "secret weapon." In a crisis situation, the treats and the Goo would become the ultimate survival food, for humans too. It's food that multitasks. Plus it's tasty, especially the treats. I like them warm from the oven, with a pinch of pink salt. I'll cut some chunks of the Goo after it's solidified in the fridge, and give some to my mom to feed to the dog. I've caught her eating a chunk or two herself. That's excellent.
I'm super-grateful for the knowledge and experience I've gained over the years, and I get great joy helping animals, and people too. It's the only reward I want. I never ask (or receive) a penny for what I give to people, and believe me, the ingredients aren't cheap. I use the finest, purest ingredients I can find, and I use organic whenever possible. There's nothing special about me...all glory goes to God, and certainly to my folks, who did things like that all their lives, and led by example. Still I'm proud of it.
I love people and I love animals, and to some degree I think maybe I was put here to help them. About a dozen people whom I've helped over the years have looked me in the eye and said the exact same thing..."You're a Shaman," and they mean it. It's an incredible honor to hear that, and if it's bragging, I apologize, but it's pretty badass either way. It's funny how certain family members say that it's just a coincidence, and all my information, gathered over decades, is invalid because "I'm not a doctor." I wonder what they'd say about these stories. They could definitely use a little dose of my medicine.
I doubt the people or the animals I've helped have a problem with the fact that I'm not a doctor, and the results speak for themselves. I've paid my dues, literally, as far as giving away expensive stuff for free is concerned. There's no reason I couldn't sell it. I'd still rather give it away that not give it away just because I'm not getting reimbursed. Whatever knowledge my dumbass brain may hold I believe in sharing freely with anyone who may be looking, but high-end, organic ingredients are priceyAF. Have a nice day y'all, and when in doubt, Do the Goo. "To your very good health!" - Keith Emerson
Tuesday, December 28, 2021
Quote of the Day
Soothsayer?
When the dog saw me she took off in my direction. I could tell she was friendly so I stooped down to meet her, and she showered me with affection. The old man said "She don't usually take to people like that. She knows you like animals." "Yes, sir, I do" I replied. "Seriously man, she likes you" he said. I love it when that happens.
I went over to introduce myself and without thinking I offered my hand. He took it without hesitation and gave me a firm handshake. It ain't dead yet. He had on an army vet's cap, with the outfit and all. I didn't figure him for the stolen-valor type, and thanked him for his service. I could see he was a character and he was cracking me and the other dude up, so I sat down next to him and had a chat. Oh, noooo...I just remembered I sat closer than six feet from him. Maybe I'll die.
I've met people cold, that I can best call "seers," who knew things about me that they couldn't possibly know, except through some means we don't really understand. I can say that every single thing in the Universe is a frequency or vibration, and some people can tune in to these "vibes" better than others, like a good radio. It's not Woo-woo either, it's backed up by pure science (SCIENCE).
Jesus, I hope this isn't "racist," but I used this photo of the guy who played Uncle Remus in the Disney movie Song of the South (I think). Dude looked a lot like this guy, same grin, hair, beard and everything, only a little older. I meant to get a pic of him and his dog, but mostly she was all over me, and I didn't get one. The dog was young, and was indeed his service dog, for his PTSD. He said her name was Delilah. I love that name, for dogs and humans both. My dog's mother is named Delilah. Small world.
He was going on about how unusual his dog's reaction to me was. "I mean, she's friendly and all...but damn..." He went on to say how many people think Pitbulls are automatically dangerous dogs. I said "It ain't the dog...it's the human." We were in agreement on that. He stopped talking for a minute and just looked at me. "You've got some Indian in you" he said. "Cherokee." "Yeah, a little bit" I said. "Wow." Whatever Native-American I may have in me, I make rattles and things that are pretty much what they make.
Then he cranked it up a notch. "You're a musician" he said. "How'd you know?" I asked. "I can tell. You are, right?" In keeping with the drummer-joke/drummers-aren't-musicians theory, I said "I'm a drummer." "I knew it man" he said. "You're not just a basement-drummer either...you've done some playin'...lots of playin'...all over the place. You made good money too." "Damn" I said. "You can tell that for real, or just a lucky guess?" I said. "No, man...it's just what I get from you." Now maybe he's the biggest bullshitter alive and just took some damn-lucky guesses, but I don't think so, and a man who loves animals can't be all bullshit.
So was the old man just a sheister, who pulled the ol' "Let me look at you" routine, and just got lucky, or could he really "read" me? He didn't ask me for anything. If it's the latter, then to me it's no big deal. All the way back in junior-high I came up with a theory, and lo and behold, it's been proven. I love it when that happens. I knew back then that every thought was just an electrochemical signal in the brain. It only puts out a tiny amount of electricity, but I reckoned that if they could build a device sensitive enough, they could literally read minds, and now that technology exists. That says nothing about people reading minds, but it's the same idea.
When they record a thought, it looks pretty much just like the waveform of a musical instrument being recorded in the studio. Such devices exist, and you can Google it all day long. They can also amplify that signal, just like in the studio, and broadcast it right back into other people's heads. See: Voice-to-Skull technology. It's real, y'all.
In any case he was an interesting and hilarious old man, and I enjoyed meeting him and Delilah. I'm going to give her some of my organic dog treats, so we swapped numbers, and I'll see him again. Will he do more of that soothsayer stuff? I bet so. BTW be careful what you think. They can read you now.