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Yesterday I had a rare chance to stop by one of my favorite chain thrift stores. As Murphy’s Law would have it, I was sifting through racks of short sleeved shirts when a revolting, sour stench wafted through the air and curled my nose hairs. It wasn’t so much of a scent as it was a violent assertion — I AM HERE AND YOU WILL NOTICE ME AND ONLY ME. The odor was urine, feces, and something far worse: rot. The smell of suppurating, decaying flesh, old blood and pus, and urine soaking an eldritch, dripping diaper was obscene and beyond mere language to adequately describe. The source of the stench was an old woman who was apparently alone standing fifteen feet away. She was disheveled and seemingly unaware of her own state. I went to a different section of the store, which is quite large. The smell followed me as if it was trying to infect me too, bursting unexpectedly out of clothes she had touched. Waves of decay bounded forward through the store with invisible, unfurling tentacles, seeking new senses to offend. She could be smelled from fifty feet away. I am confident that every person in the store smelled her. I feel sorry for the employees who not only would be forced to personally interact with her but also who would smell her stench hours after she left. Fortunately for me, I was able to leave the confines of the store, though sadly neither I nor any other customer got much shopping done.

Bad smells are typically more pungent to women, who are more sensitive to the etheric plane. For this reason, it is more common for a man to neglect himself into a state of reek, though I have smelled my fair share of women like the one above. If I had to use one word to encapsulate the way the woman smelled, it would be “neglect”. As much as her etheric assault irritated me and likely others in the store, I think we all tacitly acknowledged how very sad it was that she was clearly not a person who had loved ones to care for her. As she shuffled around perusing sale items, questions rose in my mind: How did she get to the store? Did she drive herself? Does she know she smells that bad? Isn’t she in pain from the urea burns and the open wounds down there?

I have yet to know an elderly person who doesn’t spend the end of his or her life waging a battle with incontinence. Obviously the woman in the thrift store had long since lost the battle — I can imagine the poor store employees had to clean up a dripping mess from the floor once she left. I hope that did not happen. I didn’t step in anything that I knew of so perhaps she was in a fairly dry state.

How it happens: the demise of the urinary tract

When I was a child, I was able to go six hours without having to pee. When I did pee, my urine stream was robust and strong. This trend did not reverse until I became sexually active in my late teens, and from then on, it all went to hell in a hand basket. Frequent urinary tract infections meant I had to urinate often within a few minutes of seemingly having emptied my bladder. Any kind of action down there resulted in a UTI, and my obsession with condoms triggered a lifelong latex allergy. Not wanting to become pregnant, I found that I had a choice: constant UTIs that I sporadically went on antibiotics to ameliorate or no sex at all, which meant no boyfriend as those two things went hand in hand.

My urinary tract, despite being relatively healthy compared to most people my age, is never going to be as solid as it was when I was seven years old. Living life to its fullest wrecks the urinary tract: this is just a fact we humans have to put up with. Men end up losing continence to prostate issues. According to the American Cancer Society, eleven percent of men end up with prostate cancer. I would guesstimate the number is actually much higher. When the prostate has problems, it exhibits itself through urinary frequency. The same thing happens to women sans prostate, especially if they have gone through childbirth. Even women like me who have borne no children end up with problematic urinary tracts.

The medical profession: nothing to see here!

Of course modern allopathic medicine has zero solutions to chronic urinary problems. A dear friend of mine who is approximately old enough to be my mother suffers from the belief that her doctors have her best interests in mind. My father suffered from the same belief and luckily his decline was fast compared to most. His relatively swift demise in his mid-eighties did not save him from spending hundreds of thousands of dollars in the name of saving his “health” via allopathic treatments. My friend is going the same route, but because women typically linger in pre-death states longer than men, it is likely she will suffer far more than my father and be roped into larger outlays of resources as age takes its toll.

Just think for one second of how the tremendous assets of the Boomers could have benefited society if they had not been spent on various medical triage in old age. Had Boomers possessed the grace to forgo stupid and brutal medical treatments that were hardly life-saving, such as vaccinations, the biopsy/surgery mill and endless “wellness” scans that invariably ended in a bevy of pills and shots, perhaps there would have been money leftover for the average young person to afford a modest home and a decent living from a job that did not involve the medical profession in any way, shape or form. All of this stuff is connected, but I digress.

The thing is about believers in allopathic medicine is they cannot be led to alternatives to allopathic medicine, much like a proverbial horse to water. The facts on the ground are that allopathic treatments do nothing to support the urinary tract. All allopathic treatments, including antibiotics, lead to a soggy diaper lifestyle and there are no plans to correct course. My friend is on a type of pill that numbs the urgency to pee and stains the urine bright orange. I have taken this pill before and though it is said not to have side effects, it has plenty of them. Every time I take it for more than a few days, I end up with a weird form of pinkeye and flareups of cystic acne. What this means is that the orange pee pill is causing inflammation, and I will bet it is doing the same in my friend though she is loathe to admit it. Despite it flat out no longer working, she takes a hefty dose of the orange pee pill every night. Like other allopathic “remedies”, the orange pee pill does absolutely nothing to address the root of the problem, which is the health of the urinary tract or the lack thereof.

Care and maintenance of the system

In order to save the urinary tract, you have to maintain it. For some, this may mean periodic celibacy. Another friend of mine in her forties is plagued by autoimmune disease and despite great diet and exercise habits, she has pee problems that are a straight road to incontinence. She is not willing to be celibate for longer than one or two days, so her problems will likely continue.

Urinary function is intimately tied to bowel function. If you’re not crapping once or more times a day, you probably have urinary woes. Constipation is a silent killer and it is a terrible way to go (or not to go), especially in older people. Allopaths shrug and prescribe laxatives and sometimes surgery; that is their “solution” to constipation. Nope. Number one, if you are constipated, you need to be more active, full stop, and the more frequently and vigorously you can get your body moving, the better. Stretching, calisthenics, and yoga are also great movers of energy in the body that help you to poop. The internet has a gazillion stretches and yoga moves you can do to help move your body’s energy towards happy pooping. Investigate hip-opening stretches and anything designed to increase flexibility. Flexibility means blood flow and blood flow means pooping. This is not rocket science.

You also need to overhaul your diet. Dairy products are a huge constipation culprit. If you are constipated, try replacing cheese and ice cream with nuts and sunflower seeds and various desserts made with dates or bananas. When I have severe constipation, usually caused by stress in my case, I bake up some savory crackers made of flax and chia seeds. Fiber is your friend. Processed sweets, snacks, and meats are not. When I go to my local grocery, the pastry display is haunted by Boomers who should probably steer clear. Refined sugar causes inflammation and so does excessive fat. That said, avoiding all sugar and/or fat is a stupid idea. Apollo, god of health, said “everything in moderation” and that means tee-totaling is as boneheaded as bingeing.

It’s not just a matter of drinking more fluids, though that obviously helps. In my own case, I have found that designer sodas that contain inulin such as Olipop pretty much guarantee a crap a day… maybe they should change the name to Olipoop for truth in advertising. Massaging the belly every night works wonders for me. At some point, I suppose I will make a video on it. Abdominal massage involves applying gentle pressure on skin to stimulate the digestive tract. I use castor oil and essentially push it deep into my skin from the area of the beginning of the large colon on the right side all the way around to the left side hip.

Lastly, herbs are the secret weapon to urinary health. I have improved my own urinary tract immensely with daily intake of several herbs.

Cranberry — Even allopaths know that cranberry prevents UTI bacteria such as E.coli and staph from attaching to the urethra. Take up to four cranberry capsules (typically 500mg of powdered herb) every morning with or before tea or coffee and every night with an evening meal or snack. When your body turns fluid into pee, cranberry goes along for the ride, disinfecting the urinary hose and kicking out pathogenic bacteria before it can set up shop. D-mannose is a sugar derivative isolated from sources like apples and cranberries that is basically a more potent version of cranberry. If you have an active UTI, D-mannose pills often relieve pain within a few hours.

Stinging nettles — Every person who has frequent pee or urine issues needs to take nettles. Again, I prefer pills but if stinging nettles grew in my area, I would dry and pulverize them and drink them as nettle tea. Nettles lose their sting once dried or steamed, and are one of the most nutritious vegetables on the planet. Urinary problems are usually a sign that the diet needs to be more nutritious, and nettles are a fantastic way to address both nutritional and urinary inflammation issues at once.

Dandelion — also known as “piss the bed”, the common weed is one of the world’s oldest and well known bladder and liver tonics, which means it tones both and whips them into shape. In short, dandelions make you pee. Peeing small amounts frequently is a sign of urinary heat or inflammation. Dandelion cools the heat. Despite it increasing pee production, it ameliorates and lessens pee frequency as the pee becomes more efficient at its job of excreting waste and toxins. Dandelion is also extremely nutritious and oddly enough the little yellow blossoms are the most nutritious part of all. In my case, I absolutely love the taste of roasted dandelion root tea. It has coffee vibes and as someone who can no longer handle the amount of caffeine that even decaf coffee delivers, I find a cup of dandelion tea to be a soothing treat regardless of its health benefits.

Uva ursi — also known as bearberry, this common ground cover and woodland dweller is a powerhouse when it comes to strengthening and improving urinary function. Anytime my urine has a smell, I take uva ursi pills or tea and within a few hours, the coast is clear.

There are many, many more herbs not listed here and I would encourage anyone with urinary problems to experiment with the ones that are known to be safe even in large doses like dandelion and nettles. Every human being is vastly different and no one diet, exercise regime, or herbal supplement will be right for all. That said, the manufactured, compliant helplessness of allopathic cultism needs to end. In this age of sham doctors, and I would argue most of them are either willfully or naively ignorant about human health, we need to have an arsenal against disease so we can treat ourselves. An ounce of prevention is worth a pound of the cure. Endless, invasive tests, ineffective drugs, and expensive surgeries are a choice to a large degree. I refuse to believe a soggy diaper is an inevitable terminus in old age.

They had a hundred problems, but etheric starvation wasn’t one of them.

If etheric starvation were a meal, it would be a Just Egg breakfast sandwich. Just Egg isn’t made of eggs — it is a vegan “egg” that comes in rectangular patty form made of highly processed mung beans. Being the bright-sided Pollyanna I am, I am grateful for Just Egg and I commend the company for trying, but if I never ate another Just Egg in my life, it would not be too soon. Just Egg is just like an egg as the name seems to promise. I don’t like Just Egg because it has a rancid, fake, throw up, septic smell that reminds me of my high school’s public cafeteria in 1987. It’s somewhere between savory and straight up ass. Throw one of those nasty things on some sad white bread with a schmear of ketchup and many would call it a decent meal. Not me.

We are all becoming diabetic

From casual observation, diabetics are a tribe with distinct propensities and identifiable personality traits, despite coming in every racial color and physical size. Every diabetic I have ever known, whether Type 1 or Type 2, has had a thing for convenient, microwaved food. Another commonality I have seen among diabetics is the tendency to binge, whether it is on food, sex, alcohol, drugs, or sleep. Diabetes is reliably accompanied with cycles of temporary, excessive, Spartan diligence that quickly regress into constant, desperate attempts to alleviate the suffering of chronic etheric depletion. There is an obsession with comfort and convenience in diabetics I have yet to see with any other part of the human population.

To my mind, diabetes is etheric starvation and etheric starvation is diabetes. This is why the disease is so prevalent in our time. Just as Greta Thunberg has found out the hard way that starving yourself as a child cancels puberty nearly as effectively as “gender-affirming” hormones, stuffing or bingeing does irreparable systemic damage. Type 2 diabetics trash their etheric bodies early in life and pay the piper later on. Sometimes this happens due to vicious cycle of staying up all night and sleeping into the afternoon for years at a time. Sometimes it happens via the abuse of food by eating far too much far too often. The result is that cells do not know when they are being fed, and that they begin refusing to do their assigned work, throwing sugar back into the body in confusion. Once the damage is done, it is difficult or impossible to reverse.

There will never be a cure for diabetes because allopathic medicine does not know the term etheric starvation, let alone how to alleviate it. There is no magic pill or removal of any organ that will provide the miracle results allopathic medicine’s believers hoist up as their faith. We can tell them all day long and they will refuse to believe us. We can insist that herbal medicine is superior because the plants are beings with whom we have a symbiotic relationship and want to heal us; they will laugh us out of the room. If it cannot be patented, price tagged, and profited from, they want nothing to do with it.

Polio or DDT poisoning?

They will say that inoculation cured smallpox, typhoid, and measles, but it didn’t. Sanitation did that. For those who are about to scream POLIO! please read this article in its entirety. Polio has all the same presenting symptoms as pesticide poisoning, and isn’t it funny how polio outbreaks reliably happened during peak harvest time, when fruits and vegetables were being eaten by the bushel? When Rachel Carson wrote Silent Spring, an entire arsenal of pesticides was being applied to crops willy nilly in the blind march toward Progress and the flying car future. The polio outbreak should have probably been renamed DDT’s consequences, but that would have been bad for stockholders.

The idea behind vaccines is to take a small amount of pathogen and inseminate the patient with it in order to spur an immune reaction. Homeopathy works on the same principles, and oddly enough, homeopathic remedies do not seem to work for me. I am one of those oddballs upon whom they have zero effect. Despite my own personal account, many swear by homeopathy. Yet homeopaths are laughed out of the room and vaccine pushers are not.

Much of the trouble with vaccines comes from their delivery system. Vaccines have an astounding amount of poison in them. Mercury, formaldehyde, and aluminum are tip of the iceberg. Milk and egg products, aborted fetal cells, rabbit brains, latex rubber, and MSG are shoved into the muscle tissue of babies and kids by parents who send food back for having a dusting of parmesan cheese for fear of allergies. If a child found an old glass thermometer, broke it and slurped down its contents, we would immediately take her to the ER to have her stomach pumped. Mercury poisoning is no laughing matter. Yet mercury is given to infants who are still wet behind the ears in the form of vaccines, and it isn’t given an opportunity to digest in the child’s mouth; it is pumped directly into muscle tissue. The average child is given 50 more vaccines in his infancy than I was given in the 1970s. The vaccine companies began escaping responsibility via the 1986 National Vaccine Childhood Injury Act, which allowed them to put whatever they wanted into kids’ arms without being liable.

Allergic to everything

If you want to enter your child in a game of Russian roulette where the prizes include severe autism, intellectual regression, childhood cancers, diabetes, hyperactivity, and deadly food allergies, put them in the business-as-usual vaccine sweepstakes. I am constantly amazed at the balls of parents who claim to put their children first but also cannot be bothered to research the potential harm of vaccines for a mere 30 minutes. When the light of intelligence is snuffed like a candle without hours if not seconds of a baby getting a vaccine, to my mind it is a crime for which the perpetrators should be hanged… all of them. The consequences of trusting your family doctor should not include your formerly bright child spending the rest of his or her life frozen in perpetual, drooling, diapered toddlerhood, but such evil exists and here we are. When the parent is no longer able to care for the overgrown puer or puella, the vaccine-damaged person faces a lonely desert island hell of being an adult child who is dependent upon the kindness of strangers.

Our civilization, via medical malfeasance and unnecessary interference, has created vaccine damaged individuals numbering in the hundreds of millions. It needs to be put to an end, and I believe in the future, the world’s newest religions will squelch allopathic medical ambitions wherever they dare to pop up.

When shots go in arms

The immune system is health. The body’s whole purpose in Meatworld is to fight off invaders: skin keeps nasties from entering and infiltrating our “bags of mostly water”. Cilia in the nose, aka nose hair, filter out airborne critters, which is why it is important to cultivate the habit of breathing through one’s nose.

The most overlooked part of the immune system is the digestive tract. Digestion comprises 70 percent of immunity. You are what you eat. Any doctor who does not immediately ask a sick patient “What have you been eating and drinking?” is a quack. Yet there is no consensus of which foods heal and which foods hurt and there never will be because we are all different. In my own case, I love garlic with a passion. I vastly prefer fresh garlic, especially lightly sauteed with spinach. Yum! Sadly, I can’t eat garlic that way and at that strength. My abdomen will threaten to quit a bitch for several days if I do — I will writhe in agony and wish that I had never allowed the garlic to pass my lips. What is healthy for others is not healthy for me. The opposite is also true. The immune system must be prioritized in any mode of healing. Food first. Garlic is my kryptonite. What’s yours?

When shots go in arms, it is a direct attack on the immune system. Mercury and aluminum burn a poisoned path, spreading inflammation at the injection site. The immune system then has to respond to the attack before nature has had any say in the baby’s development. Digestion is immediately destroyed — the antibiotics, aluminum, and mercury in vaccines make sure of it. The baby now has no good gut flora to fight the exotic witch’s brew floating through his system. The result? He gets a cold. He fights a flu for several days that the vaccines were ostensibly supposed to prevent. He is drowning in phlegm with a high fever. He has been poisoned. The resulting fever snuffs out his intellectual capacity as his body desperately fights merely to stay alive.

Revenge of the Red Man

Smallpox killed off the Native American population far more than any intentional battle. Without it, we would probably be speaking Cree or Mohawk. The reason smallpox killed the Natives and spared the European settlers was livestock. Europeans had the advantage of a millennium’s worth of animal farming that the Indians did not. Over long periods of time, Europeans suffered terrible diseases and gradually gained herd immunity. Natives were largely nomadic and their diet was closer to what we call Paleo: if they ate meat, it was not from animals who were husbanded and herded by them.

Humans like to think we are above animals because we enforce dominion over them, yet it is this dominion that literally keeps us perpetually sick. Human diseases, as the Native Americans proved, don’t spontaneously erupt in our populations. They are zoonotic in origin, which means we catch them from other animals, usually in the form of raising those animals for food. Sure, the conquistadores and settlers evolved in such a way that made them superior to the Natives when it came to fighting off terrible zoonotic diseases such as smallpox, but at what cost? The path to herd immunity to smallpox was repeated smallpox epidemics in Europe.

As a vegan, you might ask how I have ended up with a strong immune system that has kept me alive and well through the various zoonotic-origin plagues that continually race through my area. Well, I have an advantage of having lived among meat eaters my entire life, so exposure to their zoonotic pathogens is not new to my immune system. Unlike the baby getting a vaccine, my immune system has been around the block enough times to stay robust when the latest bug makes everyone else’s life a living hell. I also use natural magic if I start to get sick. It works!

In order to preserve your immune system, you need to go with Apollo’s brief advice at Delphi: practice moderation and know thyself. If you are like me, don’t eat garlic… ever. There are going to be dozens of little things you will have to discover about yourself via experimentation, elimination, and addition. You will have to adjust your diet to suit your unique, special snowflake body. You will have to exercise according to your body’s needs and sometimes you will feel lazy and not want to do it. Do it anyway. You will need to get some sunlight. You might need to change your entire life.

You will not find the answer in a shot or a pill.

Supposedly doctors are a vanishing breed, or at least this is what is claimed by the latest issue of the AARP Bulletin. In an article called Where Have All the Doctors Gone? a reporter bemoans the 70 million Americans on Medicare waiting 30 days for medical appointments. Catastrophic collapse of the system, of course, is just around the corner. OK Boomer.

I have not seen this shortage of doctors in my corner of suburban Chicagoland. Throw a coin out of a car window at any random time during the journey and you’ll hit a medical clinic, a drug store, or a medical equipment distributor. The hospitals around here are the size of entire cities elsewhere in the country, with multi-mile walks being required to transverse the entire boundary. Medical care has, if you’ll pardon the pun, metastasized into a huge, unrecognizable blob that has sucked the majority of the real economy into its maw. Every other person in every other family works in some part of the medical field. Those who are not actual doctors are insurance underwriters, pharmacy techs, and EMTs. Medical metastasis is what we have instead of a functioning, sustainable economy. The economy is fake. The sick people, unfortunately, are real enough. It is far more common these days to be chronically ill than well, even if you are a child. There are plenty of doctors, nurses, and nurse assistants to be found, at least in my area. The ones who are missing are the actual healers.

Where have all the healers gone?

The reason there is not much healing available these days is because all healing comes from the etheric plane. Allow me to repeat myself: ALL HEALING COMES FROM THE ETHERIC PLANE. For those unfamiliar with occult science, the etheric is not a place, it is a condition of being. The etheric refers to that layer of existence that we call energy, force, chi, prana, animus, vitality, or cosmic breath. Another good term for it is “vibe”. If you’ve ever walked into a room and found everything to look perfectly fine but the vibe to be off, congratulations, you’ve just had a direct encounter with the etheric plane. All electricity, including light energy, is etheric in nature. Heal the etheric and the physical follows suit. If the etheric is damaged and is not repaired, the physical will remain damaged as it is one level less subtle than the etheric.

Women are better stewards of the etheric because they tend to be male on the etheric plane. I have discussed this in previous essays such as this one, this one, and this one. Our civilization, being mostly ignorant of etheric phenomena, tends to undervalue women as chefs or decorators. For every one Giada De Laurentis, there are a dozen Gordon Ramsays and Bobby Flays. Women are etheric males and etheric maleness, like sunshine, is a potent healing force. I talked about the Nurse with a Purse trend where older women are retreating into happy, permanent singlehood while old men literally wither away and die as a result. In a time of rampant etheric starvation like ours, an etheric male is looking at a seller’s market, even if she is old, gray, and fat.

How many yoga studios does one town need?

I live near the town of Naperville. My working guess is that there are at least a hundred yoga studios in Naperville, a town of 150,000 people. The type of yoga practiced in these studios is highly Westernized, often incorporating Pilates or “aerial”, which means students swing from pieces of cloth moored to the ceiling. In other words, it is glorified flexibility training with pseudo-Eastern religious pretensions. These yoga centers are almost always run, staffed, and frequented by women, making them vortices of etheric maleness. Often there is a reiki practitioner available, and there tends to be cross pollination with the kind of bastardized Eastern meditation I call “empty mind” meditation. Empty mind meditation is problematic and often leaves the people who indulge in it laid bare to astral inculcation and hijacking by corporate forces seeking recruits for their own astral pyramids, but I digress. Yoga studios are not just having a moment — I think they are here to stay. These places are picking up the pieces while Christian churches slowly die. The primary advantage they have over Christianity is their connection to the pulse of the Earth via movement and breathing. Combine their physical, direct approach to spirituality with the etheric restoration they offer through direct manipulation of energy flows via the human body and it is no wonder they proliferate wherever women are wealthy enough to spend their money on classes.

Victorian era prostitutes and their johns

Me love you long time: prostitution’s new front

Speaking of common sights in the suburbs, in my corner of Aurora, a much larger and poorer suburb of Chicago, massage parlors populate nearly every strip mall. I used to rent commercial space for my private music studio, and oddly the renter before me was a shady Asian massage parlor. Its owners got booted out for illegal activity before they were able to open for business — they did a big renovation job for absolutely nothing. Imagine my surprise when I was eight years into twelve years of leasing and a shady Asian massage parlor opened next door to my lesson studio. If you want to know whether a massage parlor is offering happy endings in your area, simply look it up on Rubmaps and see if it is listed. The site consists of johns reviewing various massage parlors across the US. I looked up the parlor that landed next door to me and it was there, complete with saucy ads of big-busted, bikini clad Asian girls and a price list for a service that ended in a table shower. Hilariously, my husband happened to be working in a strip mall where he too was next door to a happy ending massage parlor. Like my Asian massage parlor, his was run by shifty, seldom seen Chinese mafia types. Arguments were frequently heard between the complex’s flimsy walls and the smells of cooking constantly emanated from the store next door. Both places were open very late at night and on holidays. The only people who ever went in besides the ~~madam~~ owner were men. I knew there were trafficked women being shunted around by van. Sometimes I think they forced the girls to stay overnight. I sent tips to the police about the place several times; predictably they did nothing. The neo-prostitution arrangement of housing girls in a massage parlor is now so reliably common in decaying American retail hellscapes that I would guesstimate that 4/5 massage parlors are not the old fashioned, non-happy ending kind.

It’s a trap!

Men suffer etheric starvation more acutely than women. The easiest, quickest fix for this form of depletion seems to be getting their rocks off with a pliant, nubile young woman. This is where they get the etheric rug pulled out from under them. When an etheric female (biological male) orgasms, his etheric body is laid bare and open, expecting to take in etheric energy from the etheric male. This is the reason why a man is obsessed with a woman’s orgasm and extremely frustrated when she fails or he found out that she has faked it. He is a lock that remains empty, expecting a key that never arrives. He cannot exactly fake his own orgasm, so he is left to ponder the mystery of whether or not she is lying if he feels unfulfilled after he has spent himself.

What about rape?

As you can guess, rape is not fulfilling on the etheric for the rapist unless the rapist manages to get an orgasm out of the victim. The sinister part here is that children of either sex are also etheric males until the age of puberty, and that is why men tend to be the primary groomers and abusers of children. Children also are more potent on the etheric than their adult counterparts due to excessive yang life force. Polarizing a woman or a child of either sex via rape is a form of theft that some seek out like a drug, and I suppose part of the addictive aspect lies in the polarization itself, which is mainly astral. At any rate, when a man masturbates while alone or with other men or if he comes without his partner doing the same, he will feel an infuriating emptiness that feels like an itch that cannot be scratched.

The world’s oldest profession is at the ready like a bed of poison ivy. Prostitution tends to involve a small number of etheric females in the form of pimps, usually mature men, who exploit a harem of etheric male. The sultan’s harem is a similar construct. The etheric female gathers and exploits the etheric males (women and children) to service starving etheric females (men) and to use an etheric bait-and-switch (women who do not orgasm) to bring the men back for more. Etheric starvation may be worse in our time, but it has always been around, and therefore it goes the same with prostitution and its business model.

Modern medics like to denigrate the old practice of escaping the city for the country to take in the waters and to heal in a rustic environment. Not all that long ago, it was a custom to attempt to heal tuberculosis and other dread diseases by going to a faraway spa, preferably in a place that was warm and with plentiful hot springs. The milkmaid trope of the 1700s came into being as the industrial revolution was underway. Milkmaids were seen as wholesome, healthy, lovely, and uncorrupted. Every noblewoman, including Marie Antoinette, installed working dairies at their estates so they could pretend they were the virtuous, innocent stars in an idealized, bucolic paradise. Maybe they were on to something: didn’t Edward Jenner discover the smallpox vaccination by innoculating an eight year old boy with the pus from a milkmaid’s cowpox sore?

Before most doctors were bought and paid for, they too recommended taking the waters, getting fresh air, enjoying sunshine, and eating quality homemade food. All of those things repair the etheric. In our current age, when illness strikes, the patient is offered two choices, often in combination: amputate it or drug it. Sometimes amputation and/or drugs work; most of the time they are at best a quick fix and at worst ineffective and damaging.

I know I have besmirched massage in this article, but one of the primary ways of healing one’s own etheric body is via massage. My husband is a 65 year old type two diabetic. Diabetics, including my husband, tend to have problems with infection. My husband had severe athlete’s foot which completely went away after about a month of nightly foot massages. I am the masseuse because he is not comfortable with massage otherwise. Massage may very well save his feet from amputation. I find it interesting and sad that no doctor of his has ever suggested massage. Personally, I get a massage whenever I can afford it, which is not very often. Massage is tremendously beneficial.

Another thing I suggest to alleviate etheric starvation is to expose the spleen area — the patch of skin just beneath the heart — to direct sunlight. When I am in a sunny parking lot, I will duck down in my car so I can lift up my shirt to soak up the sun’s rays. I am not a happy exhibitionist. In my own case, I feel better the moment I expose my ribcage to the light.

Possibly the best remedy of all for etheric starvation is to walk slowly through a wild or semi-wild space, taking in the sights and sounds and at least attempting to communicate with the spirits of trees, grass, animals, and the elements themselves. The Druid Tree Ritual, which is a fancy term for sitting with your back to any given tree and soaking in the tree’s energy while letting it soak in your energy, is as restorative as mutual orgasm sex, at least in my own case.

As most of my readers know, I have recently finished my second draft of a book that will talk about the rejuvenation of the etheric via connection with land spirits and the construction of a net of spells, this book is called Sacred Homemaking. Wish me luck as I will soon pitch it to a small publisher.

The etheric plane is so damaged in our iteration of the Kali Yuga, I am not sure it is possible to fix it. I have often said that I look forward to a future incarnation when the last plane has fallen from the sky and the last car has sputtered to a halt on the last paved road because the etheric plane will finally have a chance to mend from the Industrial Revolution. For the time being, miracles of healing here and there won’t do much to stop the constant pain and the litanies that arise around it. I will be talking about those litanies in a future essay.

Humans are a naturally religious species. Atheism is never going to amount to more than a fringe movement despite the fondest wishes of the Richard Dawkinses and Sam Harrises of the world because humans are not built to be atheists. Two thirds of Americans claim to have had a paranormal experience according to You.gov in 2022, and around the world, it is more common to have experienced the so-called paranormal than to lack such experience. The paranormal is normal. Atheist hypocrisy is another weighty albatross around the necks of the would-be godless. When atheists wallow in the same hypocrises as their Christian, Muslim, and Buddhist counterparts, it becomes apparent that atheism is the same crap, different day, just without any chance of divine connection. In other words, it's boring. Dawkins and Harris are especially sketchy characters, especially when it comes to topics like pedophilia and killing children, which they are both a bit too comfortable with when engaging in hyperbole.

Science is no longer scientific. We need only look at the recent MRNA vaccine debacle that still rages to this day for evidence. Safe and effective! Get your free donut! The medieval church of Covid, where every media apparatus, celebrity, doctor, and regular civilian pushed the faith has yet to evolve to the military tribunal phase. Remember when those of us who didn't take the quacks were called apostates? Remember when we were mercilessly excommunicated from our jobs, families, movie theaters, churches, grocery stores, health clinics, and restaurants? In my own case, I had to give up on the commercial space incarnation of my own small business. Thirteen years of working my tail off went down the tubes because I refused to force people to wear masks during music lessons. I'll never forget when a prospective student tried to sing with a mask on at her first introductory voice lesson.

Those of us who did not allow the priests and nuns of the cult to inject the unholy sacrament into our vessels certainly had the last laugh, but at what cost? I guess we are finding out.

We all instinctively know that all the riches in the world are not worth the powder to blow it all to hell if you don't have your health. I once knew a multimillionaire who died a slow, wasting death of Parkinson's disease. If he had been homeless and had frozen to death on the shore of Lake Michigan, he would have had a nobler and gentler death. At least it would have been quick.

The Stoics knew how bad Meatworld sucks and they were completely honest about it. Terrible things happen in Meatworld whether or not it is an illusion. The only thing the individual can do about this suffering is to change his or her own reaction. Most of us are failing the test of reacting to the pain of disease. The only contest we stand a chance of winning is Whiniest Whiner.

I get it: I have suffered chronic pain. There is no being productive when your head feels like a raccoon is trying to eat his way out of it and when your guts feel like they are made of shattered beer bottles. Unless you are in Canada, suicide is usually neither advised nor suggested. I remember moments when the pain got so bad that no drug could distract from it. (I suppose heroin might have done the job but I did not have access to it as a nerd from the suburbs) Even when I was an atheist, I remember the moment when I turned my mind inside out on a train, essentially left my body, and borrowed the energy of those whose etheric bodies gave me permission to lean my energy against theirs. I was 21 and I had no idea what I was doing at the time, though I have some idea now.

Prayer and magic are the only things that can affect chronic pain unless you count fentanyl. Every single chronic pain sufferer needs to do a banishing ritual such as the Sphere of Protection in my opinion. The only relief anyone is ever going to get from the worst of the worst pain is from the Divine, full stop, end of sentence.

Bad Karma

I am glad I did not choose to join any form of medical profiteering, including marrying an insurance CEO or a hospital director, because their karma is not looking good. Of course I could be wrong, but my instinct about the karma of taking the vaccine itself was so negative, I was willing to die a violent death in order to avoid it. If the karma of merely taking the vaccine involves extended stays in Purgatory and falling back down the evolutionary ladder in a few hundred million years back to animal form, well, I guess that means I won't be taking it while alive.

Nature abhors a vacuum. This is what happens when very few believe in a divine hierarchy. A once-thriving ecosystem and bridge between the worlds via amazing humans such as Hildegaard von Bingen and Johnny Appleseed has been replaced with a distant, unrelatable monogod and distant, unrelatable celebrities. Both of these things are as good as nothing at all, and a tsunami of foolishness has rushed in to fill the void. Doctors were once humble public servants -- they went to people's houses and legitimately endeavored to fix their patients. Now they are so hagged by insurance wraiths and other middlemen, they have gone from healers to machine cogs. Though they may still be able to cling to antiquated pride in the title of MD, let's face it, doctors are slaves. If and when they actually heal people, they get in trouble with their corporate handlers who prefer a sick and ailing populace. Healthy people do not spend their entire earnings and then some on medical treatments. Human desperation is good money.

In a world that has been perceptibly emptied of its gods, the masses still need someone -- anyone! -- to worship. Doctor and Nurse are still prestigious titles for this very reason, but not for long. In the deindustrial future to which I believe we are en route, allopaths will be hunted for sport. Anyone who claims they can heal the sick will be instructed to put up or shut up, and if the would-be healer fails routine tests of earnestness, wholesomeness, and competence, he or she will be the repository for societal rage and frustration. The future is not one of general human wellness. If things keep going the way they have been going, between endemic etheric starvation, environmental poisoning, and long-term, genome-level vaccine side effects, we're all cooked. The human herd is already becoming dramatically thinner. Older people are dying anywhere from 5 to 50 years too soon. Young kids are dropping dead at the choir concert or while livestreaming on TikTok. ERs are constantly full of babies with pneumonia. Women are bearing hideously deformed infants, miscarrying, or not able to catch pregnant at all. Of course this is just the beginning: the current crop of extremely-vaccinated babies is turning into the most autistic generation of all time.

If you think more scapegoats are not going to be forthcoming from the ranks of the medical profiteer class, you are naive. Those who got their 24,000 dollar umbrella stands off the backs of sick people and denied claims are going to be the devils of the religions of the future. Brian Thompson was just the beginning.

Everyday abundance in the modern era...Aren't we the fortunate ones?

Almost everyone I have ever known has had a problem with food, including myself at times. Whether it is eating too much, eating too little, or eating food that is not healthy, it is difficult to strike a balance despite modern abundance.

In this age of plenty, often the most difficult feat to accomplish is the habit of gratitude. If nothing else, it is gratitude that is most likely to change your eating habits for the better.

As I have mentioned a few times, once a random entity gifted me with the information that gratitude and generosity sublimate to the power of seven. Whatever you are truly generous with or grateful for will create a multiplication effect of energy across the planes, and everything it touches will receive some benefit. The inverse law is also true: that which we are ungrateful for or stingy with degrades by the power of seven across the planes. I believe this is why so many are trapped in the cycle of obesity and its sister diseases, orthorexia and anorexia: for many, neurosis replaced gratitude and the results were written plainly on the physical level.

I believe if you want to change your body for the better, your first and primary order of business is to be grateful for the mortal vehicle that carries your soul. It is also crucial to be grateful for the fuel you put in your body. Before every meal and potentially before every snack, give heartfelt thanks and blessings to all the forces who brought you the food. (This can be done silently or aloud.) As forces go, I'm not just talking about God, the gods, or vague notions of the universe. I believe it is really important to acknowledge the animals, bugs, birds, and ecosystems (including the animals and ecosystems I accidentally hurt or kill as a vegan), plants, the sun, the dirt, water, wind, farmers, pickers, packagers, drivers, grocery store workers, and cooks. So yes, since I cook a great percentage of my own meals, I am technically thankful to myself and compulsively bless myself every time I eat. However you bless is up to you. I use a prayer I made up that goes like this:

North, East, South, West, may all who brought this food be blessed.

Never Say Diet

Apollo said "All things in moderation". I cannot possibly stress how important the lost art of moderation is when it comes to food. Nobody should ever starve themselves on purpose, a.k.a. diet. Diets are truly heinous wastes of time. Calorie and carb counting is insulting to your soul: poring over the tabloid intrigues of Hollywood stars, weaving coasters out of your own pubes, or twiddling your thumbs until you get arthritis would be far safer and more constructive pastimes.

Often we have to eliminate a food in order to figure out if we are sensitive to it. For me, that's garlic. I love fresh garlic and would eat it 24/7 if it did not tear me apart from the inside out. My suggestion is to replace doubly what you've taken out of your diet. If you eliminate garlic, try two other seasonings over the next few weeks. If you eliminate wheat, try two new types of grain. If you eliminate alcohol, add some fruit smoothies and teas. If you eliminate dairy, try a new plant milk and make sure to eat something a little salty and fatty such as sunflower seeds to make up for the loss of cheese. Always try to make up for the absence of whatever you quit eating.

Ideally, food should be the only medicine in our cabinets. Food is medicine and medicine is food. Homemade soup has far more power to heal than most pharmaceutical concoctions. There are quite a few health nuts who know food is medicine and take it to an extreme that is just as toxic and unhealthy as junk food junkie-ism. When you obsess about food and attempt to perfect it and control it down to the last detail, you rob it of its potential for healing. Food obsessives are orthorexics who discard moderation in favor of the illusion of infinite control. On the other end of the spectrum of imbalance are the stuffers. Stuffers don't know when to stop eating, and when they do have some faint clue of when to stop eating, they ignore it. The point of eating, regardless of your level of under- or overweight, is to eat what your body needs to continue carrying your soul around. If you stop eating long before eating what your body requires or become so picky that you reject foods that you deem not good enough for the likes of you, you are choosing the illusion of control over gratitude. If you glut and gorge because it's oh so good until your body is poisoned and incapacitated, you are choosing to degrade the abundance put before you instead of sublimating it and putting its energy towards good works. Your mouth is not a garbage can. The compost pile will happily eat what you cannot; there is no need to abuse food like cocaine at a beach house bender in 1986. Food is not an escape. It is a necessity.

That Time Logic Made Sense

Whether you need to gain or lose, the material plane requires material logic. If you need to lose weight, you need to eat better quality foods and less of them. What this means is that you need to not fill your plate as much: maybe go for ¾ portions of what you ate in the past. Since American restaurant portions are usually too large for me and because I hate wasting good food, I usually bring my own covered containers and quietly scoop leftovers into the container if there are any. For the reticent, underweight eater, that means eating 125% of what you usually eat and not going to the bathroom to vomit or obsessing over feeling overly full. Grow up, move on, and think about something else once eating has been accomplished. It's not the end of the world to feel over-full or like you ate the wrong thing.

We live in an era of etheric starvation. I have talked about this before and won't go into detail about it here. The main visible side effect of etheric starvation is addiction, and this may serve to explain why so many are addicted to either eating too much or starving themselves. I could grow all my own food, eat greens at nearly every meal, and get more than enough sunlight and still starve on the etheric because etheric starvation is the scourge of our era. For this reason, there are some eating habits you might consider in order to ameliorate etheric starvation besides the usual prescription of basking in the sun, exchanging energy with trees, and generally strolling about in wild and semi wild spaces.

1. Supplementation. In an era of environmental and etheric depletion, Vitamins C and A are a must, along with the entire B spectrum and Zinc. I am at the point where I take a quality multivitamin every day rather than the fistful of pills I used to take. If you are the type who is always fighting off low-grade colds and flus, Zinc is your number one ally, and you should probably consider additional Quercetin and Bromelain to help you absorb it.

2. Flaxseeds and chia. These help digestion. Digestion comprises 70-80 percent of the immune system. Flax and chia have fatty acids you need for proper digestion and elimination.

3. Green tea, preferably matcha, at least 1x a day. Though I love matcha lattes and would guzzle them almost every hour of the day if I could, I am not talking about them here. Matcha is a green tea powder that consists of the dried and ground up leaves of the green Camellia sinensis bush. I believe all forms of tea are magically and etherically potent. I have my hypotheses that they are blessed by both Athena, goddess of wisdom, and Aphrodite, goddess of community and love.

4. Avoiding soda, bottled drinks, non-fresh squeezed juice, and energy drinks. Soda and its co-horts are fine as a once in a while treat, but much like cake, it should be saved for special occasions. Replacing soda with water is good but replacing it with unsweetened herbal tea is better. By drinking unsweetened herbal tea, you get the medicinal and adaptogenic benefits of the herb as well as the hydrating power of water in every sip. Teas/infusions have no calories. They are all superfood (superdrink?) with zero drawbacks.

5. Hot peppers. Hot peppers are superfoods. If you can stand the heat, they are almost universally healthy except in rare cases that act like allergies.

6. Mostly avoiding the microwave. Microwaving strips food of its vital etheric layer and make food taste a bit funny if you are sensitive.

7. Not counting calories or carbs and not dismissing food because it is "unhealthy". All unblessed and under-appreciated food is unhealthy in its own way and all blessed and appreciated food sublimates and becomes better than its parts. Bless your food and you'll understand why soon enough: it will taste better and though it cannot be proven by science (yet) it will be healthy.

As a former member of the upper middle class, I was not raised to be conservative with money or resources. I intimately understand why certain people are still driving around in Grand Cherokees and Teslas in 2022 and why they think it is normal to live in what their European counterparts would consider to be an ostentatious palace. I empathize with the reasons young women and men will trade their personal integrity and most of their short time in this incarnation to move into the fancy apartments by my town's train station. They cling to the last of the salary class jobs and in return, they get a newly-constructed temple to modernity with hallways that smell like department store perfume and floors that you could eat off of. It took a great deal of conscious rejection on my part to shake off the desires implanted in me to be comfortable.

Even now, after several decades of being fallen and deplorable, the comforts of the upper middle class still reach out to me. I still eat avocados, though it is not often that I choose to afford them. From what I can see, the upper middle classes are set up for an increasingly hard fall. As the economy gets worse and worse, it is those who are the most attached to luxury and chasing luxury who will suffer in direct proportion. That's why I am sharing some of my own strategies and observations for living with less, and I hope you'll share yours in the comments.

Life Without Health Insurance

I am not suggesting anyone should try to go without health insurance. Nevertheless, I have not had it on a regular basis since my husband lost his salary class job in 2006. There's a rough chance I might not be alive if we didn't have health insurance in 2002 as newlyweds. I had a mysterious gall bladder ailment that came within about 30 minutes of ending my incarnation as Kimberly Steele. Luckily a pair of good doctors figured it out (one was a clinic MD and the other was an emergency room doc) and I live and breathe today. Health insurance, like other insurances, is a racket. It is a money making vehicle for the miserable salary class with the point of making obscene amounts of unearned wealth for a few who float at the top of the money and power pyramid.

Doctors no longer heal for the most part, and when they do, they charge so much for it, it is only affordable if you have a salary class job or are willing to go in to tremendous amounts of debt or both. First and foremost, I accept my health as my own responsibility. If my health is bad, I have options, and the first of those is not running to the doctor for every sniffle, ache, and pain. There are herbs for everything. For constipation, I drink senna tea and exercise vigorously for at least five minutes. If I have a headache, I take white willow and/or drink a cup of black tea. If I sneeze a few times, I put a tiny amount of Dollar Tree off-brand Neosporin in each nostril. Neosporin and its knockoffs are essentially zinc ointment and zinc heals wounds while soothing inflammation. Sneezing often results from small stress wounds up high in the nostrils. If I am sneezing and stuffy, I do the Dr. Peter McCullough protocol that involves snorting salty Betadine (more zinc, this time in fluid form) water into each nostril and letting it pass through the back of my throat. Usually if I am taking the correct array of vitamins and exercising daily, the sneezing and wheezing does not get that far. If all of my treatments fail and I get a cold, I do the sensible thing and drink plenty of fluids and sleep as much as possible. Personally, I don't go see a doctor because I cannot afford the visit. Additionally, I don't know what they would tell me to do aside from what I am already doing.

For me, the secret to my robust health is a triad. One part of it is mental: I accept that I am going to die and that it will most likely be painful. Death is no picnic and dying sucks. Complaining about it 24/7 does not help, and the type of person who abuses his or her personal relationships by constantly serving up litanies of his or her aches and pains is annoying. I am not about to be that kind of person. If I die of natural causes, if I have done things right, no other human will have any idea that I have been sick.

The second part of my secret to health is mild, daily exercise. When I do not exercise every day (with the occasional skipped day because life does that) and go several months without my daily routine, things fall apart, I begin to gain weight, and my chronic health problems such as headaches and constipation begin their flare ups. Every day, I either walk someplace nice like the forest preserve or I ride my foldable stationary bike for about 45 minutes. I do not run, lift weights, or belong to a gym. Gyms base their business model on the fact that most people buy memberships and don't show up. There is no reason to be one of those people. On the opposite end of imbalance, being a gym rat is unsustainable because it turns fitness into a compulsion. Outside of training for athletic competition, daily exercise can easily be done at home or outdoors with minimal equipment.

The third secret to my health is supplements and herbs. I take a B spectrum vitamin every day along with Vitamin D. That's it. I have issues with peeing a lot, especially at night, so for that I drink dandelion tea in the morning first thing. At night, I take uva ursi (bearberry) and cranberry in pill form. For constipation, I take the aforementioned senna.

I don't believe my cats are any different when it comes to benefitting from herbs and supplements. All of my cats except for Ash are prone to sneezing and kitty congestion, so the lot of them get powdered lysine mixed into their food once a day. Ash has issues with his digestive tract and gum inflammation, so he gets lysine as well as calendula oil with a little marshmallow root mixed with some liquid treat. Unfortunately, when Kiki was alive, vets could do precious little for her. Her vet did help by prescribing a fiber supplement along with regular human stool softener that extended her life for those precious last years. I did notice that slippery elm worked as well or better than her prescribed medicine, which of course cost 50x as much.

The Eyes

When I got a new glasses prescription in 2021, it was the first time I had seen an eye doctor in fifteen years. I only got the strong prescription in 2021 because I needed special glasses for driving at night. For ten years, I have been wearing the same old prescription and ordering new glasses from Zenni dot com when necessary. My myopia is considered severe and I have been wearing glasses since age 8.

The facts on the ground are that I cannot afford $400-$600 at the optometrist's every year. It is the optometrist's business model to escalate my eyeglasses prescription every time I see him or her until I am almost completely blind. The problem with glasses is they make you increasingly dependent and the stronger your lens prescription is, the more your eyesight weakens to accommodate it. The remedy here is to use old, weaker prescriptions in small increments instead of stronger ones. When I stopped seeing the optometrist fifteen years ago, I wore my old contacts and glasses for about five years. Then I started getting my old lens prescriptions filled via online services, such as glasses from Zenni and prescription contacts from Korean companies. I only wear my driving glasses at night when I am driving. The second I am done driving, they come off. I have two other pairs of glasses -- one weak pair for close-up work and teaching lessons and one middle of the road pair for general activities.

The Teeth

Despite having had braces for ten years from ages 10-18 as a child (the family orthodontist was a real grifter), my teeth are far from perfect. They are stained and a young student once commented they are several different colors, LOL. My teeth are much healthier than they were when I was young and seeing both dentists and orthodontists regularly. I have not seen a dentist since getting a veneer on one of my front teeth in 2013.

Dental health is again a triad of secrets. The first is I accept my teeth are never going to be perfect, Hollywood chiclet white and straight. Even if I had perfect Hollywood veneers, what would be the point of getting them? I have a single veneer and I constantly eat around it -- it was expensive and if it goes, I'll have a hard time affording a replacement. Having a mouthful of them makes no sense.

The second is that I understand dental health comes from the inside, not the outside. Bad teeth, just like bad bones, are the product of acidosis and inflammation in the rest of the body. Unpopular opinion here, but most people cause their own perpetual acidosis by eating animal flesh and secretions and then add insult to injury by eating processed sugars. I can eat bread, white sugar, and fat because I don't make those things the mainstay of my diet. When I have a couple of cookies, it isn't adding to the acid-promoting meal of barbecue ribs from the night before. Eating animal flesh and secretions rots your teeth from the inside by raising the body's acidity, period. The bulk of my diet tends to be grains, fruits, beans, and vegetables.

The third part of my dental health is the habit of squishing out the gooey contents of a regular, garden variety calcium supplement capsule and packing the goo into my gums and behind my front teeth every night after brushing and flossing. This prevents rot in all the places that are prone to it during the most vulnerable time for teeth.

Some additional notes on dental health: I do not buy toothpaste. Instead I mix one part arrowroot powder to one part olive or other cooking oil such as coconut in to a paste. Then I sweeten it with Stevia and put some essential oil in there, usually of mint. I have not been buying toothpaste because it is stupid expensive and contains a bunch of sulfates that seem very iffy to ingest.

Pineapple is an excellent food for promoting bone health of all kinds, including teeth. Pineapple contains bromelain, which is a potent bone-builder. I am not sure when or where I learned this, but I do remember pineapple being very helpful before and after oral surgeries in my teens.

As for whitening teeth, I simply don't care to do it, but in the days when I cared, I would brush with a mashed up strawberry or some activated, finely powdered charcoal.

I hope this helps you!

Allopathic medicine’s primary failure lies within its dismissal of the non-physical planes, especially the etheric plane. In the occult theory of the planes, the etheric plane is the most closely linked with the physical. Anyone can sense the etheric plane. When a person, place, or thing feels right or wrong, that is the etheric plane in action. For instance, my father was recently in the hospital for the better part of a week. I visited him and brought him cookies. Hospitals, especially hospitals in salary class strongholds like the hospital where my dad was interred, are huge etheric drains that prey upon all who enter them. Nursing homes and assisted living facilities have similar functions on the etheric. I will not speculate as to why they have this function, however, I will comment that it is highly ironic that places of ostensible healing run on energy vampirism. The modern hospital doesn’t just exist to drain your bank account; it sucks the life out of the people who frequent it as a hidden bonus.

Anybody Want Cookies?

When I entered the hospital, a young hospital worker asked “Are those homemade cookies?” I said “Yes”. Homemade cookies, despite being full of sugar and fat, are far healthier than hospital food of any sort because they are etherically rich. To those with etheric starvation, homemade cookies are an all-night oasis with a flashing neon sign. If only I had the time and the energy, I would have given everyone working and staying at the hospital a batch of homemade cookies.

Etheric starvation may be one of the most common health deficiencies of our time. The etheric plane is one step more subtle than smell and one step less subtle than an emotional feeling. The reasons why etheric starvation are so commonplace nowadays are myriad: ugly built environments, magnetic radiation, tons of plastic, hectic schedules, devitalized food, and ungrateful attitudes of entitlement all contribute to the phenomenon. I suffer from etheric starvation much like anyone else, however my starvation is ameliorated by the daily practice of the Sphere of Protection (SoP) and my ability to cook decent meals at home.

Etheric starvation often manifests as auto-immune disease such as diabetes and chronic fatigue. Type two diabetes is often caused by stuffing and gorging in an attempt to alleviate etheric starvation with devitalized, etherically-poor food. The sex addict’s number one problem is usually etheric starvation, and that is why a large amount of sex with constantly changing partners cannot cure them. Sex is an etheric exchange that ends up lumpy and one-sided if one partner is more into it than the other — the lonely heart would be better off remedying their etheric starvation in non-sexual ways.

The first task of remedying etheric starvation is by recognizing that the aesthetics of one’s living space provide a primary source of etheric nourishment. In order to replenish etheric stocks, you must have a place where you feel you are home. “Home” is as individual and randomly eccentric as the people who live there. For some, home is an apartment in a big city nestled among skyscrapers. For others, home is a cookie-cutter three-bedroom suburban house. Some live in yurts, tents, boats, and vans because they have no other choice; for some, it’s exactly how they like it. For me, home is not just my tiny little house, it’s my garden or the forest preserve. The moral of the story is we all need an etherically-rich place we can regularly go where our energy is restored.

The Importance of Decor... Seriously

Decorating, like many activities that are sacred to Aphrodite, is routinely pooh-poohed as unimportant and trivial. Decorating and the cleaning and organization that usually precedes it is crucial to imbuing a space with etheric richness. Repainting a room and updating the furniture and tchotchkes may not seem like a big deal, but anyone who perceives the etheric plane in any depth will understand it is crucial to remedying etheric starvation. Not all decorating is created equal, of course. The living space that is bought pre-fab from the Made-in-the-Third-World furniture store, installed entirely by a crew who couldn’t care less about the people living in an overlarge heat sink of a house, has far less restorative etheric potency than the room appointed with lovingly-restored thrift store furniture and is regularly cleaned and maintained by the people who actually live there.

I am a big proponent of starting where you are, with what you have right now. If you have etheric starvation, and it is likely that you do, the easiest way of remedying it is to thank your space for its service to you. For instance, I sit at my desk writing this essay on a computer. I will later thank the computer, the desk, and the chair for helping me write the essay. When I do this, my gratitude will sublimate the material things I have thanked and this will return in the form of good luck for both me and the items I thanked. Another way to sublimate gratitude is to do something that blesses the environment, such as picking up trash in the forest preserve. Every little bit helps, which is why those who put effort into gardening or who decorate for holidays are blessed — those tiny bits of care and cheer go a long way in brightening a sad world and making it etherically richer.

I have said the etheric is one sense subtler than smell. Hospitals have a smell that indicates their etheric toxicity. Where there’s smoke, there’s fire, and if a place smells like you shouldn’t be there, you should probably try to get out of there as quickly as you can. Etherically-drained environments are terrible for human health. That is why you want whatever place you call home to be etherically rich. Allopathic medicine is not about to remedy itself or its approach to healing, which is why I believe the majority of it will be discarded in the centuries to come. (That’s too bad, because allopathic medicine does have an assortment of helpful protocols that shouldn’t be thrown away like the baby with the bathwater.)

The Formula

Allopathic medicine has utterly failed because it prioritizes attacking the source of disease over building up the patient. In the realm of magic, it is easier to curse what you hate than to bless what you love. Nevertheless, cursing what you hate causes detrimental blowback — if you get the destruction you want, it will return to you like the shrapnel of a grenade. If you bless your own side, you get that blowback, and you strengthen yourself enough to triumph over the enemy with overwhelming force. Hippocrates advocated the approach of strengthening the patient. Allopathic medicine goes the curse route, poisoning and/or removing the offending body part and attempting to replace it with someone else’s body part or a prosthetic. There are rare occasions where removing the body part is the best approach, like the case of me and my gall bladder. In 2002, I came within about an hour of dying because my gall bladder had become extremely inflamed and full of stones. Unfortunately, it had to go and luckily for me and my survival to the present day, it did. In most cases, however, it is preferable to strengthen the patient and err on the side of conservatism by not removing anything. The following is not health advice: If I were to be diagnosed with cancer, I would refuse chemotherapy. It is my personal opinion that chemotherapy is as barbaric as trepanning. You don’t get rid of an ornery fish by poisoning the whole ocean. Instead, I would look at my lifestyle: if I was subsisting on etherically-depleted food from the freezer, fast food restaurant, or out of a can, I would change it to homemade food. If I wasn’t sleeping enough, I would find a way to make regular, adequate sleep happen. I would decorate and thank every space I used and the objects in it. I would get lots of sunlight whenever possible. Last but not least, if none of this worked and if I still had cancer, I would accept my impending death as gracefully as possible and I would do my level best not to complain.

In some ways, alternative healing modalities are not as potent as taking an allopathic drug, and that can be a good thing. Allopathic medicine is often a blitzkrieg as it had to be in the case of my gall bladder whereas alternative healing methods are usually a gentle readjustment. When I have a sinus headache, I take white willow in the form of a capsule instead of taking Advil or Tylenol. The reasons for this are more complicated than they would appear. I often have to take more white willow than one would Tylenol — 2 or three capsules every couple of hours versus a single Tylenol for the span of half a day — because they aren’t as strong. Over the counter NSAIDS like Tylenol and Advil obliterate the endothelial single cell layer in my upper intestine, and this layer is the only thing that filters out pathogenic viruses. My headache might be solved, but I have just opened my immune system to any virus that comes my way, so if I have to be around a sick person, symptomatic or asymptomatic, I’m probably going to catch whatever virus they have. Willow doesn’t do that. Additionally, the health of my teeth is directly related to my sinus headaches, so if I have a sinus headache, I can remedy it by putting a thick paste of calcium citrate in the corners of my gums and behind my front teeth. I usually do this at night so I do not appear to be foaming at the mouth during the daytime. Calcium citrate stops my teeth from decaying. By remineralizing my teeth, which are just small bones after all, I slowly work on the root cause of the headaches, which is inflammation caused by infected teeth. Is this as instant or as powerful as popping an Advil? Heck no. Does it work? Yes. Another supplement I use if I have a sinus headache is zinc in the form of lozenges or gummies. Sinus headaches are the canary in the coal mine that say “You are at risk of catching a flu or cold”. If I get one, I supplement with extra Vitamin D, zinc, and put special attention toward improving my etheric state.

Magic Chef

If your household has a good cook living there (maybe it is you) please bless that person for me. The good cook is the most dramatically undervalued healer of our civilization. Good cooks are beyond the price of rubies in a landscape of etheric starvation, and that is why if you have etheric starvation, you should do your level best to become a good cook.

Soup is an extremely powerful form of medicine, and it doesn’t need to be chicken soup specifically. Soup is healing because our bodies need salty water with a dash of sugar in it. Soup is the human body’s preferred form of hydration and nutrition. Soup made from scratch is the most etherically potent form, however, soup from a can or box “doctored up” with additions like chopped vegetables or noodles comes relatively close. Though most soup recipes call for broth, I don’t use broth when I make soup. The basic recipe for homemade soup is to start with a stockpot, put in about a tablespoon of oil, and fry a vegetable, usually onions, at the bottom of it. Herbs or spices follow for a brief sauté, and then the rest of the vegetables get thrown in there, the pot gets filled to the top with water, and then it cooks for anywhere from thirty minutes to several hours. I salt it to taste somewhere within that time span. Noodles or rice, if being used, don’t get added until the soup is cooked or mostly cooked. Soup is not rocket science. I have not used an actual recipe for many years.

Avoid the Modern-Brutalist Approach to Exercise and Everything Else

Another spot where the allopaths get it wrong is exercise. Vigorous exercise has a time and a place: it belongs to children and young adults, and its place is ideally a bit on the wild side, in the form of copious unstructured play. Instead, we drive our cars to go to the gym, where we proceed to overwork in an etherically-deadened meat market of rubber, plastic and metal while subjected to an aural assault of nihilistic, autotuned popular music. The environment is wrong and the type of exercise is wrong. Older people are generally not designed to sprint or to powerlift — though if you can, good for you. Human bodies are designed for long bouts of mild exercise, and people of a certain age who manage this form of movement stay healthy for a long time.

If allopathic medicine ever regains its sense, hospitals everywhere will be torn down and replaced with the health spas of old where patients “took the waters” in etherically rich environments. No place of healing should ever permit a television upon its premises, and the proliferation of televisions in hospitals is a travesty that displays how far allopathic medicine has fallen from healing as a priority. Perhaps in the hospitals of the future, people of all walks of life will be able to use the healing center instead of the super-rich few. Until then, it is up to regular people to take back the modalities of healing. These days, healing must start at home.