medicinal

Songs I love that fix me

I wish to share, a little piece of me, for a mate that reminds me to KISS it.

The last time I took a vow of song sound, this was on repeat, and loudly I sing;

For You—–Tracy Chapman:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Cxi65iPLVx0&feature=related

Meeting the fails of epic proportions, with striving for the greatest of ideals, to tears;

First Try—–Tracy :

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hLzmNUWYKk8

This song fills my rebel soul right up, gives me chills, and I find the place of serenity for my frustrations;

Mountains of Things—-Tracy:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=G1d8-4cwZgM

To balance the equation of the mountains;

All That You Have Is Your Soul—-Tracy:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=E65x7kzd33Q

One of my faiths;

Heaven’s Here On Earth:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bMMkPn-ZHg4&feature=related

Roots love;

Bonnie Rait/John Prine—-Angel From Montgomerey:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KOW-Eoms07c

For the feelings to jell in me;

It’s a Big Old Goofy World—-John Prine

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZACwVOJXpn0&feature=related:

At my wake, make it a big party, started off with these:

Satisfy my Soul—-Bob Marley;

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=R8GCc8OhTz8&feature=related

Stir it Up—-Bob Marley;

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=n6U-TGahwvs

Get up Stand up—-Bob Marley;

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Tg97JiBn1kE&feature=related

For all the women that are so mad at me, and yes, as you wish, Happy Valentines Week!!!;

Positive Vibration—-Bob Marley:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lmaAp0K9W-o&feature=related

What a Wonderful World—-Louis Armstrong:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VG_Ux_COWQo&feature=related

A kiss to build a dream on—-Louis Armstrong:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NDgncPD0bew

Into the mystic—-Van Morrison:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gVAnlke_xUY

Your supposed to turn it up for this one, and grab any guy, close by, so he can agree;

Bonnie Rait/John Lee Hooker—-I’m in the Mood:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QQxgyVydKy8&feature=related

And to further satisfy our anticipatory valentine hearts;

Willie Nelson/Cheryl Crow—-If I Were a Carpenter:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FA1KsuQikHk&feature=list_related&playnext=1&list=AVGxdCwVVULXdXinzoMM1-LGor0z_ajAcn

Willie Nelson—-Crazy:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_0jOR5DC0rM

Merle Haggard—-Worried, Unhappy, Lonesome, and Sorry:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=y7CQfa9XGYw

Now with some of the best medicine for my ears, I feel better.

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Heal-All, Self-Heal, and Allheal

Since I’m on the subject of medicine for the evening, I wish to share a couple of my faiths. In searching for the refrences to provide you with pictures I came upon this, which represents my idea of awesome in a nut shell: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Panacea_(medicine)

Reading a book on Pacific Northwest Medicinal Plants, I came upon an herb that was anti-tumor, and so many other things, I just had to find it. Since then, I find it everywhere. Mountainside to valley floor, ocean shore, to outside my back door, in the front lawn, in the back, I love this minty herb. The variety that grows around here may be consumed from flower petal tip to root hair. It grows from three to twelve inches tall (I have seen some spectacular specimens that exceed this height, but on average it’s true), creeps along the ground for the first few inches, and sprouts upwards from there. It has purple flowers, looks kind of like a fat pennyroyal(also in the mint family), and has a stem just like all the other mints; boxy prism like: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Prunella_(plant)

This one is the more broad versions of the plant, which will help to narrow the search for a Panacea, after you try all the varieties, that grow everywhere, over your lifetime, of searching for the right one, when maybe any one will suffice to transmutate common metal to gold, give you the philosophers stone, or the key to the elixir of life. Then again that’s just me being contrary, because I love the variety that grows all over here in lawns, and probably won’t take the time to look further:

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Stachys

Propolis has been my friend for several years. The first time I heard about it, I had recieved a five gallon bucket across my face for putting out a campfire (another story), and my friend mentioned how it would fix my teeth. O it fixed it all right. About as good as walking around with a mouthfull of black teeth that taste like clove oil will. Seriously though, put the clove oil on your gum if your tooth hurts, don’t get it on your tongue, and put the propolis on the source of the pain to seal it up from exposure to heat and cold. I waited for a week to go to the dentist, and my brain wasn’t screaming that one of my teeth had been knocked out.

Ever since I started working with a bee keeper, moving bees, selling honey, building hives, and so on, I have heard of little else when it comes to needs met. He puts the stuff in a mixture of everclear alchohol, turning it into a tincture, and puts a couple of droplets on any ailment. I started carrying it around in my first aid kit thanks to him. Minor cuts no longer need an band-aid if I have propolis, the band-aids would fall off inside my sweaty gloves anyways, the cut would stay wet, and my finger wouldn’t smell like vodka honey. I put it on cavities when the sugar junkie in me, gets carried away:

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Propolis

I’m gonna go take a dropper-full of propolis, just to feel accountable to my body.

These are some additional posts on the healing arts, thanks for reading!

Heal-All, Self-Heal, and Allheal

Since I’m on the subject of medicine for the evening, I wish to share a couple of my faiths. In searching for the refrences to provide you with pictures I came upon this, which represents my idea of awesome in a nut shell: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Panacea_(medicine)

Reading a book on Pacific Northwest Medicinal Plants, I came upon an herb that was anti-tumor, and so many other things, I just had to find it. Since then, I find it everywhere. Mountainside to valley floor, ocean shore, to outside my back door, in the front lawn, in the back, I love this minty herb. The variety that grows around here may be consumed from flower petal tip to root hair. It grows from three to twelve inches tall (I have seen some spectacular specimens that exceed this height, but on average it’s true), creeps along the ground for the first few inches, and sprouts upwards from there. It has purple flowers, looks kind of like a fat pennyroyal(also in the mint family), and has a stem just like all the other mints; boxy prism like: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Prunella_(plant)

This one is the more broad versions of the plant, which will help to narrow the search for a Panacea, after you try all the varieties, that grow everywhere, over your lifetime, of searching for the right one, when maybe any one will suffice to transmutate common metal to gold, give you the philosophers stone, or the key to the elixir of life. Then again that’s just me being contrary, because I love the variety that grows all over here in lawns, and probably won’t take the time to look further:

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Stachys

Propolis has been my friend for several years. The first time I heard about it, I had recieved a five gallon bucket across my face for putting out a campfire (another story), and my friend mentioned how it would fix my teeth. O it fixed it all right. About as good as walking around with a mouthfull of black teeth that taste like clove oil will. Seriously though, put the clove oil on your gum if your tooth hurts, don’t get it on your tongue, and put the propolis on the source of the pain to seal it up from exposure to heat and cold. I waited for a week to go to the dentist, and my brain wasn’t screaming that one of my teeth had been knocked out.

Ever since I started working with a bee keeper, moving bees, selling honey, building hives, and so on, I have heard of little else when it comes to needs met. He puts the stuff in a mixture of everclear alchohol, turning it into a tincture, and puts a couple of droplets on any ailment. I started carrying it around in my first aid kit thanks to him. Minor cuts no longer need an band-aid if I have propolis, the band-aids would fall off inside my sweaty gloves anyways, the cut would stay wet, and my finger wouldn’t smell like vodka honey. I put it on cavities when the sugar junkie in me, gets carried away:

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Propolis

I’m gonna go take a dropper-full of propolis, just to feel accountable to my body.

These are some additional posts on the healing arts, thanks for reading!

Salt Water On A Wound

This is meant as a double entendre. Yes, and no. Round. Whole. The soothing painful pleasure of hot water to cold water; repeat: on a bee sting, athletes foot, mosquito bite, systemic allergic reaction, or poison oak.

I heard recently about a wall of sticks built in a public park in Germany. I was excited about the prospect. There is very little in life that compares to living by the ocean for me. Anyways, the Germans got that figured out a long time ago, and built a water wall in their public square. Let me know if you know where. The idea is simple. A water wall is built by piping water up to the top of a vertical structure, and distributing it along the face to create a wall of water. When salt water is used for this, the vaporized liquid is released into the surrounding air, creating oxygenated salt water. If you’ve ever wondered why the cat drinks out of the tub, get yourself a little mini fountain water bowl for them, it just tastes better when it is. Found this site a couple years ago, and it thrills me to no end:

http://web.mit.edu/newsoffice/2007/waterbuilding-0711.html

Ever since I was about thirteen, I’ve become more susceptible to reactions from poison oak. The blisters start out as small bumps at the sleeves or cuffs of my clothes, and from there due to rubbing, spread and multiply. Calomine lotion doesn’t work anymore. Bentonite clay worked for years, then didn’t anymore. Dried oats helped a little, and then I got desperate. In my line of work, I have to be able to bushwack.

I asked everybody I knew if they had a cure. The stuff was getting into my ears, close to my nostrils, and creeping on my ballsack. I don’t remember how I caught it, it’s not relevant, because it wasn’t an epic exposure, just your garden variety I crawl through everything, chance encounter(although there are four bushes of the stuff within 400 ft. of me as I write this).

My lawyer came through again. She said to use salt water. “Duh!!, and “Yay” I said to myself then, and to this day, I pray, that salt water keeps working. The last time I used it, I’d been cutting firewood for a cabin in the woods. The poison oak had wrapped it’s tendrils around the trunks of the trees, it was winter so the leaves weren’t growing, and as a vine, it bucked right up with the rest of the wood. Sawdust and wood chips flew in the regular manner; everywhere, and I got a blister on my lip. Yep. Predictable. Right where I wanted it least. Anyways, I started dipping my face in a highly concentrated mixture of salt water, and letting it soak into my face. The result?

The neighbor stopped by in between treatments, and what did he see? Looked like I’d been putting my face in a mound of you know what. I had drank enough coffee, and he was seeing me for the first time, that I had to mention, it wasn’t what he thought it might be. Five miles from the closest house, I wasn’t to happy to see him in the first place, neither was my dog, and I was glad he wasn’t getting a friendly enough reception to get out of his truck. I had only left the gate open for the next load of firewood, not for his snooping creepiness to venture on in and ask a bunch of questions. Rude guy! That’s beside the point though. He laughed when I implied the connection between my face covered in white powder, and poison oak. It went away by the next couple days. He left quickly because my dog was scratching his truck, and it’s hard to like somebody, that doesn’t like you, especially when your rude. I know from experience. I am at times an asshole, and this was a time, I didn’t regret it. When you live all alone on a mountain, your thinking is a little rural:

It’s in the department of nunya sometimes. Nunya business where I’m from. I’m just passing through, or I might make a home here, in one of your abandoned neglected structures. On the other hand, if I was breathing salt water infused air, I would word this differently. But alas, I’m not, and I hope you weren’t offended by how this stagnant valley air makes me think. I’ll move back to the ocean soon.

Wondrous Bentonite Clay

Had a discussion recently with a fellow wildcrafter/forester recently. It went a little something like this: “man that shit is awesome right?!!! *chuckles ensuing*, and his response, “I met the guy who harvests that stuff from the ground, and you know what he’s doing? *capitalistic glinting business sense in his eyes emanates* He’s selling the same stuff you bought in a fifty pound sack, in small containers mixed with oils, as a beauty product for fifty times more. The guy is slick.”

This is not your garden variety dirt bag. Nope. When you pull out a sack of this stuff from the hardware store, you know what you have in your hands. There isn’t much of a mixture. It’s uniquely most excellent for your needs.

Known as the best pond liner(the next best thing (relatively speaking, synthetics are unpredictable) is EPDM, also known as industrial grade inner-tube, http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/EPDM_rubber. It seals itself when a branch or other foreign object pierces the bottom of the body of water. You can put a bunch of synthetic crap in the earth, spend a bunch of money, use a bunch of glue, or a heat welder for other synthetics, or you can get some old burlap (this is deductive reasoning on my part as the book says “landscape fabric”, but the picture looked like burlap), dig a hole, lay the fabric down, impregnate it with the clay, and make free the wild water.

If this doesn’t get you the way it does me, then just take your time and learn to get excited, about paying a maintenance man like me, to come and facilitate the process. The needs of ponds and such, are much like a person, attention must be regularly given, or they will metamorphosis into pools of stagnant anaerobic destitution. In other words, one of my business plans: build something rad, and get paid to maintain it, or give the work away. Note to self: aspire to give a suggested maintenance schedule to any customer that pays me a cent to build, fix, or maintain, anything.

So the application to your skin as a mask has been covered for beauty, but let’s not miss the medicinal capacity for it to suck out nasty stuff, like infections. I mixed goldenseal powder, bentonite clay(i had bought it before in small batches from the grocery store to dry out poison oak, and ran out, but began using the large sack I had in the shop), and water, and applied it to my skin in a paste. It disinfected and drew out the gross as it evaporated from the cyst on my neck, relieving the pain with the first application. The subcutaneous ball, had grown to the size of half an egg on my neck, and began to hurt in concentric circles further away from the source.

Four days, and six applications later, a small patch of dried skin had made itself separate from the other layers. Feeling the need to pick, I plucked at the patch (to the dismay of my friend who had helped me apply the last couple coats of mud), and pulled it from my face. A tiny hole was created in the center of the bump. With focused excitement, the squeezing ensued. After copious disgusting popping of the most gargantuan zit you have ever seen, (thanks friend) I have a black mark the size of a pen head, where the lump had been.

Started out standing in front of the mirror in the bathroom, but got dizzy after fifteen minutes or so, and begged for the recliner under the lamp. When the thing stopped being incorrigible, we applied a hot damp cloth to keep it flowing. After repeating this several times, and another coating of greenish bentonite mud, I asked if I could stop talking and fall asleep. She was quite encouraging, so that’s what I did. About an hour later I woke up, and asked how the popping had gone while I was napping. It was finished, deflated, and had no more to offer. All said and done, I imagine the dirty task took about two hours.

Thanks to wondrous bentonite clay, and if you know where some is in your country, let me know by email, just in case I’m passing through, to build a pond or two, or fall in love with your countryside.

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