An attempt to stem the tide of genocide disguised as food and medicine.

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 Jenny looks at the orderly line of vibrating Styrofoam balls hovering just out of reach. She can see Jones from the corner of her eye, fervently adjusting parameters on his keyboard. The balls respond by changing formation, a bit like those acrobatic airplanes, only there are at least twenty, sometimes more balls flying in perfect synchronicity. Occasionally a number of balls would drop out of formation for no apparent reason, only for more balls to arise from the table, resulting in a different pattern to materialize as if out of nothing. These pattern changes could be subtle, almost indiscernible from the previous, or dramatically different. Jones keeps telling her something about sound waves, standing still in some locust or was that low keys but anyway there the balls all fall down and Jones is looking at her with a grin that says "was I a good dog ?"

“They say the Vedic Indians used this to move huge stone slabs to build their monumental temples and things.”

This seems to grab Jenny's attention. Anything that sounds like magic is cool to her, and thus far the only contribution she had was to stare at the magically suspended Styrofoam beads in silent wonder and slightly shocked trepidation. Grounding this experience in something she is familiar with, myths and fables, permits her wits to gather and rise above the mist of incomprehension. After a moment's hesitation, she brightens suddenly, turns to Jones with all the excitement of a puppy and all the guile of a kitten.

“So we can just float things? Like, we go stand outside a jewelry store and the diamond come floating out the widow?”

Jones promptly messes up any chance of romance by bursting out in patronizing laughter. ”No, no! We can only do it here, on this table, with these very light objects. We could set up the equipment on another table, but the time and effort involved make it easier to move this,”  and with this he sweeps his hands over an entire room full of electronic equipment, tool benches and  weird metal skeletons hung with rows upon rows of what looks like little speakers. To move this would be ridiculously difficult. Her mood falls in between the disappointment of not perpetrating the prefect crime and Jones' ridicule, and it feels like time to go, when she suddenly brightens:

“But you said the Indians moved huge rocks. I thought they made their totems of wood, and soil mounts, and…” Jones decides not to risk it, she’ll find out about the other kind of Indian some day.

“Yes, but that is just a theory. It will take years before we lift a marble, i guess. The power is not there to lift actual mass.”

“But these are tiny little speakers, why don't you use the things Pink Floyd has on stage?”

That would help very little.  The sound pressure needed to lift a marble is huge, it would be impossible to fit enough speakers in the required space. Besides, the bigger the speaker, the more difficult to generate the really high frequencies we need…”

“But the Indians...”

“Yes, so the theory goes, but just because this looks the same as the stories, does not mean it is the same. They could have used vastly different technology. In any case, the legend speaks of melodious sounds propelling the ancients, and as you can hear, this buzz ain’t no melody. Besides, most of the frequencies we use, are inaudible anyway, no music there, so I think comparing this to the Vedic myths is laughable.”

Jenny feels like she lost a dream before it even started.

“…And rocks are not magnetic anyway”, she concedes broken-heartedly.

“Neither is Styrofoam. The reason they work is because the air pressure needed to suspend so little weight with such large surface area, is easily attainable. Ping pong balls have been used, for example. Besides the fact of magnetic rocks, which do exist, the sheer bad aerodynamics of rocks make this approach useless, we think.”

“So it is not magnetics.”

“No, it is about the little quiet places created by the interference  between multiple sound waves.”

“You mean like two notes being tuned together, send they go www ww w wh who woo woooo...As they get closer to each other?”

“Exactly!” Jones is rejoiced to have an audience with a sprinkling of understanding. “We are creating a string of whoos in three dimensions, and the balls float inside small pockets of relatively still air while being buffeted in all directions by pulses of high pressure outside that bubble. By changing the frequency of one of the many sources we shift the position of that bubble of low pressure this way or that slightly. By changing many tones at once, we can totally destroy one pattern and instantly replace it with another.”

“So, no diamond rings, then.” Suddenly her face brightens with the brightness only a bright idea can bring. As quickly, her face falls. Jones just had to ask what that was.

“I was thinking one could use magnetic speakers and lift the ring that way, but I remembered that gold is not magnetic.”

Jones had to smile at her cleverness, you could take this one to mom. ..

“Actually, the same power problem exists. Generating magnetic fields fast enough and strong enough to lift significant mass, is hard”,  and with this he rubs his two fingers together in the universal  sign of low fiscal security. “Mostly, though, the frequencies are way up in the microwave range, you'd probably cook your rocky ring before you carry it  anywhere.”

“And gold is not magnetic anyway.” Jenny knows things, too.

“Oh, that's not a problem. When you subject any conductor to an electric field, it creates is own magnetic field, and vice versa,  from there electro magnetic. You can move lead with magnets, as long as it carries current.”

Jenny accepts this quietly, he can see her mind is ratcheting somewhere again. He likes that about her, that little ratchet that keeps adding mental gains into new questions. Her frown deepens a moment before she carefully articulates, as if she just learned something by herself.

“Has anyone tried this in water?”

Jones has thought about this: “To filter impurities with bubbles, like raining down to sediment or something?”

Jenny frowns slowly  “I was just thinking, if you do this in water, or oil, you could lift bigger things?”

Jones is only in his second year, and suddenly he does not feel like the clever scientist. Where is this chick going with this?

“And, and, if things float better in water, can you use metal or stone then?”

Jones is still wondering if someone had tried this. Out loud he mulls the question over.

“The problem still lies with the frequencies. I am pretty sure water under so much microwave radiation would just evaporate. Don't quote me, but i don't think flooding your jewelry store will help.”

“Yeah, i guess I'll die poor, nothing new there.” They giggle together for a moment, when Jenny suddenly gets serious again.

“Wait a minute. If we suspend our particles in oil, they would really float well, yes?” Jones nods agreement. Jenny thoughtfully continues

“Provided the particles are real small, we should be able to manipulate them with the right frequencies, whatever those might be, right?”

 Jones nods slowly, “I see, you want to filter oil, take out suspended particulates, yes? Always some money to be made from the oil guys...”

“I was thinking more of vaccines.” Jones had no answer, his brain paddling backwards to find the last relatable statement. He falls miserably, but Jenny just continues:

“You know the whole mercury scandal?” Jones looks blank.

“You know, all the kiddies dying or getting brain damage from mercury in the vaccines?” Jones sees a dim light winking from the chambers of his memory.

 “That was unproven nonsense…”

Jenny nods. “The mercury thing was sort of nonsense, but it turns out aluminium is the only constant in all those vaccines,  well very nearly all, like ninety nine percent, and iron and chrome, but a friend of mine who has worked in factories say those are probably the same metal shavings you find in breakfast cereal or bread. From the machines grinding and stirring ingredients.” Jones' imagination folks in the rest of the picture, and he is not hungry anymore.

“So there's aluminium shavings in the vaccines?” Jenny finds his lack of horror absolutely mystifying.

“Aluminium in the vaccines? Hallo? Why would you want to have that one metal in almost every vaccine? Nanoscopic little particles, neatly folded into little lumps of organic matter? All I'm wondering now, are they going to move the metal, or use the metal to move the ball of organic material?” Jones looks at her with no comprehension.

“Think about it, they are injecting us with these metallic contaminants, then they manipulate those metals inside or bodies, using electric magnets...” Jenny starts describing a horror-movie, where millions of metallic nanoparticulates gather together in his body, forming a thin little microscopic wire, that proceeds, under the manipulative effects of broadcast electromagnetics, starts slicing through tissue and veins and arteries, like a demon-possessed boomerang.

 

“Woah, wait a minute. That's crazy. First of all, the frequencies you’d need would be…” Jones does some quick mental arithmetic, “tens of millions of kilohertz, like fifty or hundred gigahertz, and you would need them to be really close, many of them,  it's just not possible.”

“What about cell phones?” Jenny spits. She hates the things…

“No, they operate at barely gigahertz frequencies, you would need more, like the stuff the police are using for their live body cams, TETRA I think they call it…” Jones' eyes glaze over for a second, then widen in disbelief. “...or the new 5G network, with transceivers on lamp posts every so many meters. ...and they are running deep into microwave, higher than anything we ever tested for safety. ...oh. ..my. ..god. ..”

Jenny looks at Jones with sympathy. When they met, she thought he had a good heart, if a bit too impressed with his own cleverness. She accepted his invitation to come see the "cool stuff at the lab" the way a girl accepts an invitation to admire a young gentleman's art collection, or extends a midnight offer of coffee. She was rather surprised when she actually ended up in an actual laboratory, fully dressed. Right now, however, Jones seems upset, as if in the initial realization of complete cognitive dissonance, that moment when you realize reality does not conform to the rules you are used to.

Jenny prepares for the inevitable hysterical outburst of the highly educated but emotionally invested when it encounters it's first cognitive discord. Educated people consider criticism of their specialty as a personal attack on their own integrity. Questioning science is apparently a sin to scientists, like conspiracy theory is to a media graduate. Both professions exist purely to question commonly held truths, but somehow that has been lost on the way to Truth. Jones surprises her by not freaking out, instead he walks up to her, and while he reaches to take her by the waist, he blurts:

“Young lady, it seems you and I have much to discuss. Shall we retire to my humble abode,” and Jones wiggles his eyebrows in a really unsexy way, “where I may entrainment you by showing you some pictures of etchings while I try to get you drunk on fairly good wine?” Jenny feels as light as an ultrasonic foam ball as Jones gently draws her in for a kiss.

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Every living cell contains at the very least a single strand of genetic coding consisting of a long, complex string of molecules called Nucleic Acids, for they form the Nucleus of the living cell. Cover this in a lump of protein jelly, and you have a Virus. The term ‘virus’ is not equal to ‘disease’, the same way as ‘mammal’ incudes, but does is not confined to ‘predator’ or ‘cow’. Also, ‘acid’ pertains to  any substance with surplus positively charged hydrogen atoms (H+)available. A virus is almost not even alive, and needs living cells to reproduce.

The next level of complexity in a cell, is a slightly more complex collection of nucleic acids, arranged in the general shape of a long ribbon. This Ribbon of Nucleic Acid (RNA) is encased in a fatty membrane, rather than just a lump of protein jelly. We can call this a bacterium, or, inside a more complex cell, this simple RNA-driven cell can be found as Mitochondria. These are very interesting cells, but there in one more level of complexity for us to consider:

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“You must understand, this system (of wealth aggregation to a few individuals) was not for a month, or a year, it is for ever. Eventually all this money will be competed out, and that’s when it will benefit everyone…(shrugs) …or something like that.” Jaimi Dimon, CEO of JPMorganChase, the “world’s most successful banker”, explaining to Congress the principle of Trickle-Down Economics.

We shall not discuss trickle-down economics here, we have a complete separate category where we make fun of the fables we are forced to live by. The thing is supposed to work like this: The more money the millionaire has, the more he spends, and that is when each of us get our share of his fortune. So, your duty is make sure the millionaire gets as rich as possible, because his wealth will trickle down to you. This has absolutely nothing to do with this article, except this one thing: America is gaining millionaires every day. Not only those who get rich in America, but the rest of the world’s millionaires are flocking to America. According to trickle-down theory, Americans must surely be the most prosperous people on earth, getting richer every day, no?

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Nary has a month gone by lately, or the medical fraternity has not come up with a new, more wondrous “medical breakthrough” than the last. August 2019 saw the public exposure of an evil attempt at playing God, when it was revealed that some lab is growing human-monkey chimeras as a possible source of human organs for the transplant trade. Frankly, it is a step forward from legalising the abortion of babies until well after birth, so their organs can be harvested for the trade in human parts. It sure beats those vultures descending upon your carcass while it is still warm and, as documented numerous times, technically alive.

…and this was not even the most “interesting scientific advancement” of the week, no, some gang of broken minds somewhere has been busy for a while now solving, or at least postponing, a dreaded condition that is attacking women all over the globe.

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Artificial Intelligence, Computer Learning and Adaptive Programming, NOT Synonyms!

The term Artificial Intelligence has become a sort of talismanic chant to ward off the evil spirits of technophobia. Soon, or even now, we can all stop worrying about the next world war, because the robots are taking over and mankind is doomed. Artificial Intelligence®™© (always with the capitals, amen) will do everything for us, apparently, all you need is the right App. This nonsense has progressed to the point where people try to solve every “challenge” with an App, and then they get despondent when they cannot find an App to get a stain out.

Technology is now so wonderful, we don’t need jobs anymore, or salaries, or bonds, no, we can all live in momma’s basement, from where we will develop all these Apps that we will sell each other and we all become Tech Millionaires. The minds that came up with that theory, actually got paid for it. This proves that, even though we as yet don’t have artificial intelligence, we still have fake intellectualism. The problem is, these fake intellectuals are the ones tasked with building that artificial intelligence. The kind of intellect that spells things with capitals. To make sure we know how important their work is, I guess.

Now, here’s the thing about AI: It does not exist. Internet platforms are vast collections of computers and file servers, thousands and thousands of them per square whatsisnames, with more computing power than most governments. You can ask Google anything, and get an answer, isn’t that clever? No it is not. The Yanks like to tell the story of the idiot misfit that saves the day because he remembers the score for every baseball league game ever played. The movie usually ends with a little moral on how overrated an education is, as long as you have a good heart, and love sports. Intelligence is for those clever buggers in white coats, the ones making the science that is warming our planet. We should stop them. Teach them some ball sense…

Remembering numbers from a list is just remembering, exactly what Google does; it remembers where it saw the words you are typing in last, and poops out a web address, a couple of million different ones, usually. There is no intelligence, only programs containing instructions telling computers which data to assemble and present. It will answer you, all right, by dredging up the answers provided by other people, with no care for the correctness thereof, and no way to check. It is just not clever enough to make impartial decisions on truth, it can only present all the truths it has been supplied with, conflicting ‘facts’ and all.

Facebook, Twitter, Yahoo and every other social platform is presented as an artificial, sorry, Artificial Intelligence, and we are told of the filtering, and the scoring, and the automatic banning, all overseen by their AI. In reality, their AI is an office building full of otherwise unemployable meatbags trying to look at everything and deciding what is acceptable or not. We are often told how stressful this job is, what with company guidelines being non-existent or vague, and oh my, all that radicalising content out there, block, block, shadow-ban, suspend, lock account and why don’t you smear your excrement all over your workstation before you commit suicide in the parking lot? No, really, that is apparently life at the office for these “stressed-out moderators”.

 If you want to see the intelligence behind those anonymous arbiters of your moral standards, go find a video of Facebook staff when they heard Hillary Clinton lost to Trump. Disregarding your own political views, just look at their reactions, their emotional outbursts, the virtual writs-slashing, and tell me that thing has the right to suppress your research, because it “might influence the susceptible”. Videos of little girls getting gang-raped is okay, a dude praising Trump is fascist. This they call Artificial Intelligence.

Come to think of it, the capitals in A I might also be simple Orwellian doublespeak. In the world of warfare and genocide, the term ‘Intelligence’ is often spelled with a capital, and it is used as a synonym for ‘information’. Spies gather Intelligence, radios broadcast Intelligence to other units in code, the Intelligence community gather Intelligence for use by those with intelligence. Now add the word ‘artificial’ to ‘intelligence’, spell it with Capitals, and what you get? That’s right, ‘Artificial’ Intelligence, Fake Information. Please note, and never forget, Google, Facebook, Twitter and every other little atom of the Internet, actually belongs to the American Army. They invented it, they built it, they grew it, and then they gave us a bit of it to play around on, to spew disrespect and blasphemy against those who are taking down names for kicking ass later. There is no privacy on the Internet, and very little truth, just a lot of Artificial Intelligence.

Making fun of words still does not address the actual issue of A I. What is A I supposed to be? Those with distorted views on humanity are on their collective knees, praying for the day computers outpace human thought. There are those who say it already has, computers can think so much faster than humans already. No, they do not, they merely look up the data you request, provided that data has been provided in the first place. The very first calculator can add and multiply a lot faster than any human, yet no calculator can be accused of being intelligent, it just looks up pre-programmed answers, the average calculator does not actually compute much, they work off huge lists of answers hard-wired in, called look-up tables. Like that Ohio kid with learning disabilities but access to reams of sports statistics. Whereas the kid might have to rack his memory to find that odd score, computers have their data all neatly arranged and categorised. Computers do not have to remember, only dish up others’ memories.

To decide whether A I is real, one first has to define ‘intelligence’. The usual requirement of true intelligence is not the repeating of information, or even the processing thereof, but the creation of new information. People can be programmed, just like computers (refer again the kiddies weeping for Hillary) but here is the difference: an intelligent being can exceed the limitations of its programming. An intelligence can think of new things, without referencing the old, and still retain the old faithfully. When a computer program starts acting outside the design limits, it is usually because of some error, causing the original programmed behaviour to be compromised in some way, abandoned even. Broken. A computer can draw very pretty pictures, but a computer cannot create art.

To set a million monkeys upon a million typewriters has always been an joking example of futility in uninspired art, yet the computer crowd does exactly that: they have set millions of processors to task drawing a billion ‘pictures’, then they show us the three best-looking examples of their attempt, and scream “Look, a computer made art”. Picasso out if focus through a wet window, boo-hah. I never liked Picasso, but he did feel called upon to quantify art, so I guess he wins that one. It still is not art, though… at least Picasso could focus his eyes. Mostly, computer art is merely pseudo-random arrangements of tones, colours or shapes, chosen from pre-programmed examples. Or you can tell your computer to search for all other data sets to see what is most popular, skim the most recurring themes, stitch those together, say your computer did it all by itself, and call this artificial intelligence, or Machine Learning.

Machine learning is how our tin brains are supposed to find enough facts from which they can synthesize a useful core of data, and apply that to their task. There are many ways to do this, the most popular form you know, is probably the Google ranking thing, where the computer knows which is the most likely answer you expect, because that was the one the majority looked at. For Hillary, they actually told their A I to hide bad things, repeat all the good things, and make sure she’s at the top of every page. They also do this for shampoo companies, dog food and medical advice about poisonous vaccines, which suddenly don’t exist no more, at least not before page 97 or so.

The machine can only learn what you tell it to learn. It is a useful and powerful tool, learning from old data, but popularity is not truth, especially on subjects most people tend to misunderstand. Machine learning is actually just machines gathering data they were told they like, possibly by other data they collected. In the end, the action that machine takes upon that data, was programmed in at the beginning, possibly with a wide variety of choices, but always limited by the intellect that programmed it at first.

Another form of machine learning is Heuristics. That’s the one where you remember what happened yesterday, see what happens today, and tomorrow you know exactly where and when to pull the trigger. In humans, this is seen as a serious defect, because this sort of thinking leads to Hubris, the bit where you pull the trigger at the exact moment required, even if there is a kid walking past the target.

Another trap with heuristics, is the forming of bias, where you give certain things more importance than others, purely by own experience. Every time you see something that conforms to your beliefs, it confirms your bias, your preferred explanation, Every time you see a Myscopcher hitting a kid, it confirms your opinion of Myscopchers being child molesters. Racism is one form of heuristic learning gone wrong for humans.

Or how about the A I autopilot that kept crashing the plane simulator straight into the ground, over and over, because when you overload all the stress sensors at once, the computer does not register your mistake, and the machine was programmed to try all the ways possible until it finds a way that records no mistakes. The program was biased towards the wrong goal, and every crash confirmed to the machine its own success at finding a solution to the stated problem.

There is also something called Adaptive Programming. The idea is that the computer will find new data, then change its own programming to process this new data. Once again, that program will essentially come from the original programmer/s, with all their biases, mistakes and hang-ups included. The Facebook computer hates political radicalism, and it was programmed to suppress all bad political commentary. “Bad” in this case, was defined by a youngster still so pumped up with Liberalist vigour, it actually hates Conservatives. People have been scrubbed out for saying something patriotic, because Liberals feel patriotism is divisive. Adaptive programming, therefor, is not intelligence, it is merely the collection of new subroutines as part of the data it needs to process. Those new subroutines suffer all the shortcomings and benefits of the programmer’s intelligence, no more, no less.

So why the harping on Artificial Intelligence? If it does not exist, why is everyone talking about it? Firstly, it is a great marketing tag. Just like you can make them eat worm poop by calling it Superfood, or sell them the latest environmental disaster by telling them your plan is Green, now you can sell any technology by pretending it is intelligent. Most people have no idea, and even less interest in the science or even language of things like robotics, so whatever the news says, is what we know. The question should therefor be ; why is the news telling us that A I is News? What are they trying to accustom us to? Why are they lying so hard about the state of technology, hiding so many things, while exhibiting things not possible yet? Why must we believe in A I?

Many tasks are being done by machines, allowing humans the free time to apply for unemployment benefits and visiting charity food collectives. In the olden days, men and children were sent out to work while the womenfolk puttered around the house trying to get everyone fed end cleaned up. As machinery improved, it became necessary to reprogram the people for living with their new neighbours. Men fed and cleaned the machines, while the kids went to school, to learn the things needed to properly care for the machines. Once the newly-educated youth started building more and better machines, the men were sent off to eradicate each other in war, the women were set to tending the machines, and the children were sent off to school to keep them occupied with the learning of anything except what is needed to remain masters of their environment. Education turned into indoctrination, kiddies had to learn where they fit into the social structure, to “prepare them for modern life” where nobody is supposed to do anything outside the Program.

So that is where we are now: The womenfolk are working, the men have a choice between crime and financial scamming, and the children are attending classes in accepting this setup as normal. In the meantime, our exalted leadership discuss the legalities around robotics and Artificial Intelligence. If the men were earning a living decent enough to look after a family, and the mothers had the time to see what their children are being put up to, and the children were not busy using their expensive techno-toys to replace human contact, we might have wondered what that was about. But we did not, even this writer can find nary a trace of those high-level meetings and what was decided. Half of Europe’s bestest and brighterest came together, discussed the legal standing of artificial intelligence, and walked away with a decision they are not sharing with us.

To see what the legal status of a robot is, we can look at corporate law: corporations have been given legal personae, you can sue and get sued by a corporation for as little as a slight insult. As we all know, the legal weight of your case before the court is determined by the social weight of you BAR representative, and the funds you make available to said lawyer type. The individual’s chances of winning a court case against a mega corporation is almost nil, and the chances of a corporation actually making good on the verdict, less than zero. The best one can hope for, is that the corporation will expel one of its junior administrators as a show of legal compliance, but the corporation itself, its shareholders and subsidiaries shall carry on as per usual. The corporation itself, as a supplier of “much-needed employment” and producer of goods with “strategic national importance” is above you and your petty squabbles.

Now transfer this mentality to the robots: The machine was built with Artificial Intelligence, therefor the decisions it takes are informed by current situational wareness as gathered by the machine’s sensors. Any harm that comes to you or yours, is thus the fault of the robot, not the owner, not the manufacturer or programmer, it was the robot that gone kill your child, let’s wipe its programming, that will learn it! Unless, of course, we can prove say that you provoked the robot, possibly by acting unpredictably, doing something near that robot, causing a failure of execution, you were the one acting outside the confines of the machine’s programming! Are you insured against overstepping the bounds of a computer's programming?

The most obvious danger in all this fake cleverness nonsense is, of course, the excuses it allows the executives; If the machine acted upon its own intelligence, then any mistakes by the machine, is not the fault of the owner. When a robot beheads your child, your case will be with the robot, and good luck suing a robot! Even if you win, what revenge will you visit upon a machine? You certainly have no claim on the corporation that built, programmed, owne, hired, rented, deployed, tasked, maintained or otherwise caused the robot to be where it was when it was cutting the head off a child, drowning fish in oil, burning butterflies with radiation...

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You cannot deny the urge, the urge that brings even Superman to his knees. Then, you sit down, and nothing happens. Some people have real difficulty getting going, and worst of it all is, the harder it gets, the harder it becomes, until you feel like stuffed death. If it gets real bad, your breath can start smelling real shitty, but mostly constipation leads to discomfort, then nausea, then toxic overdose and progressive disaster and flatulence. Pooping is not just for any a-hole, and modern life is making it harder.

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I will find out what the real name is, but the fruit have a sweet purple pulp I want to brew with

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An easy recipe for a passable skin cream

Collect Aloe Vera gel as described in the HERBAL. The amount of gel you collect determines the quantities that follow:

Half as much aqueous cream. Choose any brand you are comfortable with, we recommend you research some of the additives on the labels. Avoiding them is an exercise worthy of any holist, but everything comes at a price.

Water, distilled battery water is okay, also half as much as you have aloe gel.

Put all this into a liquefier that has been sterilised with a bleach solution. Let it run at top speed until everything turns into a stiff cream. Bottle in sterile container, use like any other cream.

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WARNING: The information supplied here is for identification of common garden weeds. No-one should try replace or augment a doctor-prescribed medical course with a few helpings of herbs. There is no such thing as a dose of herbs. Only a qualified and experienced herbal doctor can prescribe you a dose of herbs, but those kind of doctors are very scarce in any country where Privatised health care is a thing. For the rest of us, with an interest in keeping healthy without being poisoned, herbalism is a lifestyle. Either you take medication for every ache and pain, or you denounce your role as experimental chemistry set, and try Natural Living, which is nothing more than to take responsibility for what you put into your mouth, nose and skin.

LET YOUR FOOD BE YOUR MEDICINE, AND YOUR MEDICINE BE YOUR FOOD


These are the plants we grow and use. The list is far from complete, but it contains only plants we grow, and use, and can vouch for. Some may strike you as familiar, many of them you may call weeds. Some are just useful for existing, like the sisal swordballs we plant along the fences to keep large animals off the yard. They feed the bees, supply nesting stumps for birds and you can make rope too. If that is not a useful herb, then at least call it medicine for peace of mind. I sleep better knowing no-one will get over my fence without crying out in pain.

We will keep adding to this collection of herbs. The photos are all from our own plants grown in our own garden. Some things we do not have photos of yet, like potatos. Yes, there is a good picture of a potato plant, but i did not take photos of the ones i planted, so i have to wait for harvest to upload an honest photo. For now, I drew you one just to have something there. Yes, yes, i could open a bag and photograph an onion, but that would not be a GREENPETS onion. Whatever we have in the Herbal, we can give you, even if we have to propagate for you especially. We have managed to aclimatise a number of exotics to the dry coldness of our area, an alternative to pampered potted pansies. GREENPETS, not greehouse. Greenhouses are the criminal penitentiaries of the plant world, free the weed!

Below is a long list of icons, with names and quick ideas of how to use it. The details are in the article you will find by opening the herb's particular read-more. We are also building an identification application to make it easier for you to identify plants you have. Sometimes the difference between a useful medicine and a useful poison is a few hairs under a seed pod. We will not even attempt doing fungi yet, the dangers of missing information are just too high.

For now, the pictures will help with identification, the paperwork is in the...uh...post?  Now read on, fellow traveller on the road to pharmaceutical ignorance, soon you too will look blank when people start swopping pain tablets in the office. Now go drink some clean water, that headache will diminish soon. or have you been eating junk again?

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Sciencery, of course, is the practice of questionable academics perpetrated for gain, be that money, honour or misplaced sense of doing good. Or, as the liberals say these days: “Facts don’t matter when you have the moral high ground.” The latest broth from their cauldron, Man-made Climate Change, is but one of many fake ‘solutions’ the sciencers have foisted upon us. Take fertilisers, for example. What purpose do they serve? Who invented them? Why? …and why is South Africa overrun by Malawians looking for money to send home so their families can afford fertiliser?

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Climate change deniers have a popular meme to ridicule the Global Warming crowd. You know the one: Dude stands knee-deep in snow, and says something like “Global warming my @.s”

 The Warmers have only one defence: Ridicule the deniers for “hating science”. Neither of these factions are much represented in the scientific community, as neither of them seem to understand primary school science. This ignorance does not stop some people from declaring open war on any and all who disagree with whatever theory is currently being presented as “science”.

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If the simple steps we described in the article on initial fault finding did not get you started, here is the second round of slightly more complicated checks. Have some tools handy... Follow the steps in order, missing one detail cann cause you to start all over again.

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The world over, children are being encouraged to bunk classes, to gather in the streets, scream and hurl insults at Old White Men who are changing their weather. The press is falling over itself, celebrating this marvellous “youth activism against climate change”. Every dweep that gets hold of a microphone is demanding “something to be done about climate change”. Organisations are being funded into life, for no purpose other than to have the term “scientific” in the title, whereupon said organisation will publish an essay (not a scientific study, an essay, like this thing you are reading now) on their interpretation of global warming, and after some (driven) publicity to establish their ‘credentials’, it starts demanding “something to be done about climate change”.

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If you are having a spot of trouble with your small generator or mower, here are some simple things you can try before you start stripping the entire machine, or send it off for someone else to strip for spares. As always with machinery, it is best to have an assistant, even if it just pulls on the starter cord for you once in a while...

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 Uhm, uh, here’s the thing; what herbs work for what? The field of medicine is rather, uhm, factionist. Each faction believes itself to hold the ultimate truth, and some factions even go so far as to persecute anyone with a differing opinion. Much like those religions that seem to have developed in and around the Middle East, Jerusalem particularly. Fascism is part of life, so we shall not judge. The point is, whatever I tell you about the workings of any sort of medication, might be totally wrong, it will greatly differ from most major dogmas, and I can be prosecuted, for I am not one of the Anointed. Persecution, on the other hand, is not the badge of honour, or the ‘informal’ qualification that some people think it is. Some people are called out for their views, and because they have little or no backup, they shall always shout ‘Persecution, I am right and you fear me, now you try destroy my life’s work.’ That is bull, most of the time. It does happen, though, but not very often, the average peddler of miracle cures usually is a charlatan out to get your money. There are exceptions, not many. What's our miracle cure, then?

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Every manufacturer of machinery uses a slightly different carburettor. Over the years, though, a few simple designs persist, and they all work more or less the same way. Even the most complicated ones share the basic structure of all carburettors. Instead of photos or drawings, we will use word-pictures, in the hope that the thing you hold in your hands will fill in the details by itself.

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Welcome to Greenpets. We are all about fresh, raw food, a healthy food chain, and fresh air. We are against over-processed over-transported overpriced plastic food, systemic poisons sold as everything from insecticide to baby formula, and the constant raping of the land by faceless corporations. To this end, we have simplified our healthcare regime into simple concepts: 

Natural Rearing: eat what you were built to digest, live where you have what you need  

Naturally Raw!: eat what you need, when you need it, as fresh and unadulterated as possible 

Natural Living: pursue your dreams, be free, and ask nobody to suffer need for your pleasure or profit 

Of course, we prescribe this for man, beast, plant, habitats, ecosystems, memes and deities. Even crystals have some form of life, we are very fortunate as a species to be clever enough to have figured that out.  

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We will get going on this page soon, there are more urgent needs, from an engineering point of view. For now, I need an article to publish, so I will give you an idea what to expect from MINIMILLSM.

The guy that can grind one bag of maize an hour for the cost of one meal, will soon be more important to human survival than the plant producing ten tons an hour using Frankenfood maize. We will supply you that small mill.

The guy that can weld iron in the mountain will always make a living, the engineers with salaries have contracts to fulfil. How do you weld with no electricity or fancy gas equipment? MINIMILLSM knows some tricks of import.

While the going's good though, we have technology at our fingertips, from analysing electronic circuitry to printing 3-D plastic objects to turning and forging and casting and interesting designs for off-grid machinery.

Most importantly, for someone who also thinks the world can be improved by a bit of cleverness, we help designers and inventors to realise their dreams by building mock-ups and prototypes. Sometimes it turns out the idea stinks to high heaven, but the cost of trying it was negligible compared to the temptation of trying to go into production straight away. Bad results can sometimes be more educational and informative than insipid successes.

We also know some of the big fish, in case you need the services of a manufacturer. You wanna play with sharks, we know some whales too.

Keep an eye on this space, especially if you are a home brewer or you keep small animals. Our first product lines will carry us on to the next level forever.

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Imagine yourself as a clear glass of water. Now imagine a small red crystal dropping into that glass of water; see it sink, leaving behind a wispy dissolving trail. Maybe it is something denser that sinks quickly, lying there, slowly spreading a blob of colour along the bottom of the glass. What if it is something really reactive, that bursts out in bubbles, or it spins and careens along the top of the water as it reacts and mixes from above. Imagine you are a clear, clean glass of water, and you have just taken a pill: what is going on inside that sack of skin you call a body, that consists of almost nothing but water? Where is your little chemical bomb going to land, exactly? Should you not at least try find out first? Oh, but you can’t, even if you had the training, digging for ‘trade secrets’ is illegal. If you had right to this knowledge, it would have been given to you as part of your equitable education. Health issues are better left to professionals, take this pill and call me in the morning.

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MINIMILLSM, in cahoots with Greenpets and Suprathjeneering, has the pleasure to announce professional 3D printing on the West Rand.

Printing in three dimensions has become an established technology, with a variety of materials, techniques and applications.

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Dopeheads the world over are celebrating their victory over The Man; Cannabis is being decriminalised in more and more places, and in South Africa, the police have been told to leave ‘personal use’ growers be. The limits of this new freedom is sure to be tested in the next few growing seasons. From the GREENPETS viewpoint, the average grower has two serious considerations before starting that plantation:

  1. If it leaves your premises, you are dealing. If people pay to come visit you, you are dealing. If you extract any direct financial benefit from your plantation, you are likely to be treated by the law as a dealer. You do not want The Law to treat you as a dealer, trust us on this one.
  2. If you allow kids access to your cannabis at any time during the entire seed-plant-dope lifecycle, you are likely to have your ears nailed to your ass, and deservedly so. GREENPETS strictly discourages adventures in psychotropics before the age of twenty-one, we would raise the legal drinking age if only we could. For this discussion, we assume an age of 18 as the cut-off, but would really prefer 21.

On the other hand, you may join most armies at sixteen…  my grandma got married at thirteen, I believe. But seriously, ganja growers have a serious problem on their hands now...

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Treating skin wounds start by diagnosing the problem. For this reason, we may divide this article into subsections according to diagnoses, or causes, or skin symptoms of a vast variety. Instead we will divide our treatments into two types: Dry wounds and wet wounds. Dry wounds may be distinguished by the fact that they are not festering or oozing some goo. Bleeding from a fresh wound is considered as ‘dry’. Dry wounds are best kept clean and dry and well aired.

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 We have Reptilian Brains, Monkey Brains and Human Brains. All in one skull. We are so evolved, apparently we don’t need our insect brains. At least they are starting to discuss the fungal brain. Even the direct connection between the guts and the psyche is becoming clear, but so far our insect self is relegated to the level of chemical processes or at most hormonal discharges. This cultured and calculated bit of public ignorance has been weaponised, and we are falling over ourselves to pull those triggers...

The Greenpets Triad of Hope:

NATURAL REARING

NATURAL LIVING

NATURALLY RAW!

If all seeds are patented, what will you grow without permission? Education has been declared to be Unsustainable. GMO food products are not suitable for any terrestrial diet. If you can sill afford it, it will give you cancer. We try to find solutions.

A licensed health practitioner would sell advice and nostrums on a page like this. We can't, but here are the things we use. If you find some reason to grow your own, or learn to make something, you may find a few useful bits of information here. Not well populated yet, we do more on our knees in the mud than we talk about it sitting down.

Dani and her Nikon looking at the world.

Purpose-built and innovative helpful structures

Emergency fault finding and repair for small motors, such as generators, lawnmowers and pumps.

Design and manufacture of plastic objects up to 250x250x270 volume.

Sometimes, the truth is just too absurd for words. Stories have many words one can borrow, new eyes, new ways of listening.

Every living thing is in an environment it shares with other organisms. Every living thing is an environment shared by other organisms. Every environment is a living organism.

The principles of conforming the diet to the digestive characteristics of man, animal and plant alike.

Our animals, your animals and all the things that makes life better for animals.

Everything we know about Dragons that might be useful to someone else.

Not those weird feathered flu-taxis that grow to slaughter weight in four weeks. Real chickens, free chickens that came dear.

The ultimate bug-out vehicle. Off-road, in water, and it can love you back. Also, they fart less than any SUV.

What life tortoise about snailosauruses

Keeping, Feeding and Breeding Budgies in Gauteng

Keeping, training, Feeding, Breeding cats in Gauteng

Gardening without modern poisons is a challenge, and understanding the lifecycle of your enemies takes some observation. This blog will eventually catalogue our attempts at poison-free farming for Naturally RAW! food.

the GREENPETS attempt at avoiding, voiding and overcoming the poisoned food chain.

The list of herbs at Greenpets. Identification and Propagation or at least how to keep it alive in Gauteng.

Right or wrong, good or bad, we have to eat. Everyone has to eat, and we are what we eat. Commentary and suggestions on important nutritional news.

The art of brewing, distilling and hydration of the body with the products thereof.