Saturday, April 28, 2012

Cancer is a Fungus

Many people don't know much about fungus.  It can make us sick, even kill us, if we ingest its byproducts.  It gets into our nails and skin, causing althlete's foot, nail fungus, psoriasis, and ringworm.

Over the last few years, I've learned that fungus eats just about anything.  Possibly the most adaptable organism on earth, it can change such that anti-fungal drugs only work for a short time; fungi learn from the fungi that are dying (or have died), adapting so fast that drugs don't work for long.  It's a vital component in composting, and in breaking down chemicals.  It's involved in creating the gasses believed by many to cause SIDS, because it breaks down the chemicals used as fire retardants in American mattresses.  Fungus breaks down the herbicides and pesticides used on crops.  Wherever toxicity is, fungus likes to come in and perform its primary duty--breaking down harmful substances into other compounds which can be further broken down until they're no longer harmful.  In the soil, as part of the magical dance that is a healthy soil micro-ecosystem, this is perfect.  The byproducts of fungal action are further broken down and can finally be ready to be used by plants and creatures to build life.

But, when fungus makes its way out of the soil and into other places, such as the human body, things get dicey.

The following videos are an interview with a Dr. Simoncini, an Italian oncologist.  He speaks best for himself, so here are two of my favorite quotes, one from each of the videos.  His English is only functional; I didn't made any corrections.

"The histologic examination is a complete stupidity, because it shows just the defense reaction. But we don't care to know how the body defends itself. We have to know what is inside the cancer. Cancer is like a solid abcess; so, we have to see what is inside the abcess. "Tumor", "cancer" are formal descriptions. They don't say anything."



And: "It's not dangerous. There is a remote possibility of infection, but there is the life on the other hand. . . . Breast & bladder cancer, with the sodium bicarbonate, can heal, 99%, without surgery, without chemotherapy, without radiotherapy, and leave the organs there. Softly, softly, you can remove the cancer just with local infiltration, or ureter catheterization.  So, it's very simple. It's harmless. . . . I DON'T KNOW WHY YOU DON'T TRY." -- Dr. Simoncini



Please, take the time to watch these.  Dr. Simoncini has a powerful point: his treatment is not harmful in any way . . . so why don't we try?

Monday, April 9, 2012

Swinging away . . .

What's swinging, you ask?  Well, first, I found a photo online of my doors.  This is the very type of door that's going into the carriage house.  A walnut beauty from Krosscore Doors. I'm currently trying to figure out how to finish them so they'll glow with that deep, rich, glowing-grain that good walnut has.  (And this is good walnut. ;o)
























Next up, Vern, Violet & I spent a week ago Saturday (March 31st), swinging brushes and rollers.  Witness:



PAINT!

The first few brushstrokes of color in the house, applied by yours truly.  I wanted to dance around and shout!

This is as far down the stairs as we could go, because the temp dropped so fast.  That's the 50 degree line, in case you were wondering.


Here's the kitchen and bedroom doorway, in all their Salt Glaze glory.  Martha Stewart color, matched to a Behr no-voc acrylic base.  The stuff smells BIG TIME of rubbing alcohol, but it never gave me a headache, or any other trouble.  
The wheat-starch-based drywall mud was another story, however . . . :o(


Here you can see the color more clearly.  Left photo: painted kitchen wall on the right, with unpainted/unprimed chimney wall on the left, with utility closet (left) and pantry (right) in between.  Right photo: Kitchen wall on the left, living room on the right.



And another living room shot (raw drywall chimney wall on the right).


Here's Vern, swinging the roller.  He's a painting machine, let me tell ya.

 
And finally, my favorite shot of the day:



;o)
 Here's my less-painty hand, on the way home.


More info to come soon, on the ceiling progress, and floooooring!










Wednesday, April 4, 2012

Don't Drink the Water

"Vice is a monster of so frightful mien,
As to be hated needs but to be seen; 
Yet seen too oft, familiar with her face, 
We first endure, 
then pity, 
then embrace.” 
  ~Alexander Pope

We've all heard those words from pulpits, parents, and leaders.  So please, please . . . be careful about what you watch. (And yes, those two links are part of this post, and really must be read.  I'll wait.  Just take the three minutes and go do it.)  

Think about what you bring into your home.  Then remember these words:

"We believe in being honest, true, chaste, benevolent, and virtuous, and in doing good to all men.  Indeed we may say we follow the admonition of Paul.  We believe all things, we hope all things, we have endured many things, and hope to be able to endure all things.  If there is anything lovely, or of good report, or praiseworthy, we seek after these things."  (Articles of Faith 1:13)

Does that which is not honest, true, chaste, benevolent, virtuous, lovely, of good report, and praiseworthy (and that doesn't mean praised by those whose lives and examples lie outside of the aforementioned qualities) belong in our homes?  The one place on earth which can compare in holiness to the temple?

With love,

Annalea

Sunday, April 1, 2012

Thankful that . . .

(This is an old draft from Thanksgiving 2011, languishing for want of photos. So, I spruced it up, and am going to post it now.)


Thankful that . . . 

  • I can afford the luxury of fatigue.  And that I have family members to help make dinner when it hits.
  • I live in a country whose problem is a surfeit of necessities.
  • everywhere I have lived, when I turn the faucet on, clean & clear water flows out of it . . . even hot, if I so desire.
  • I have never known deep, chronic hunger.
  • I live in a jeweled mountain valley, the hollow of God's own hand.
  • I can smell turkey in the oven (maddening fragrance, that), a gift from loving friends who raised & butchered it for us as a surprise.
  • our age provides such wide access to information.  Books like End Malaria, blogs like the Domino Project and Ana White, Homemaker, far and wide distribution of the teachings of modern-day prophets, and endless opportunities for education . . . real, wide, deep, as-far-as-you-want-to-take-it education.
  • the sun shines on all of us, to remind us that God's love sheds itself abroad over all of His children . . . no matter what they have done, or think of themselves . . . and that the gift of His Righteous Son's Atonement offers cleansing and holiness to all who will come unto Him.
  • we once again have work (hooray!); and more than Vern can do alone.  Profound gratitude doesn't even touch how we feel.
I'm especially grateful for finished drywall in the carriage house! woot!

Most of all, I'm thankful for these people I got to be in a picture with:


And for my parents . . . and friends . . . and the people I love and who love me.