HW 19

Everyone wants to be healthy, weather its most important to you or not. Even if you don’t take great or even good care of your body, it’s a natural human instinct to keep healthy. The dominant social practices around illness and dying in America subdue this instinct into a consumerist coma.

I remember running around the isles in the health food store with my sister as a little kid. And today I take care of my self in even more wholistic ways. My mom is as always a huge fan of homeopathic remedies, herbal teas, vitamins, and sleeps, taught me these ways from the beginning. As I grew older and began to take care of my self I kept that natural health ways I had learned and also expanded on them ever more, with yoga and meditation.

As someone who has spent a great deal of time in hospitals and with doctors, burses, and other sick children, I am very appreciative of medical advances that have been made. With out them I might be alive today and I certainly would not look the way I do. Sometimes science does have the answers. But it will never have them all. In my opinion a wholistic way of being healthy is the best way to stay in touch with the earth, your soul, and the sprit world, and being in touch there is the best way to stay healthy and avoid illness. While antibiotics can cure your cold, emanation and yoga could keep you from ever even getting that cold.  Threes a scientific cure for almost everything, but why would you want to bring your body even further form nature. Well, that’s just not natural!

I am medical-breakthroughs. Everyone diagnosed with an AVM (Arteriole-venous malformation) before or in the same year as me, is dead.  I don’t think ill ever know for sure but maybe it was my wholistic upbringing that saved me, or my contact with the spirit world. Ill never knows, but ill continues to live this way and hope I continue making breakthroughs. Over the years I have watched the treatment methods get better. But science still has no answer for me. Im not saying im a religious person at all, but in my soul I know I will be all right.

About three years ago my grandpa sustained brain damage. The doctors told us if we took him off the feeding tubes he wouldn’t last the week. Everyone knew he didn’t want to live like that, and no one wanted to subject him to that kind of pseudo-life.  We decided to bring him home. Not only did he live the week, he lived for almost two more years. When he got home, he got better. He was able to join us at the dinner table, and even if he could barely remember out names, he could still brighten our days, and we his.

I remember in the weeks before he dies, all he could talk about was going home. His usually mostly incoherent and constant talking began to feature his mother, and lost war comrades. My grandpa slowly began to slip away into the world of the dead, and just like that, he was gone. 

HW 18

This thanksgiving was a hard one for my family. We have had two deaths in the last three years and my uncle just died so no one was really in the thankful celebratory mood. (Besides the idea of thanksgiving sickens me anyway, just be thankful on this one day and than for the rest of the year you can go back to your self absorbed ways. a holiday for the neocolonialist capitalist imperialist motherfuckers. being thankful on this day they invaded a land of prosper stole all of their resources and virgins with advanced weaponry killed them all off put the remaining few on reservations with no options and took claim of their land and distorted it in every way they were against.) But I digress. 

This thanksgiving was a rather odd one for me. Seeing as I am thankful for very little, and seeing as I no longer eat tainted meat, which is the only kind of meat readily available, I don’t really eat meat anymore, so no typical thanksgiving foods for me, although I did enjoy the non meet ones a lot, and I also really enjoyed seeing my not blood family who I haven't seen all together in ages. 

We didn't watch football, we watched comedy. And we laughed and laughed, while admittedly it is still being plugged in to electronics I think its better than watching other people exercise... that turned into the usual discussion of the revolution, and where the hell it is, and how we need to get there. I brought up this class, to much awe and excitement from the crowd, who are probably the reason I, my whole life, have thought teachers should be revolutionary gardeners and not tentacles of the government. 

HW 17

This unit could not be coming at a more ironic time in my life, seeing as I will be missing a lot of it to be in the hospital. I have been hospitalized 16 times in 10 years, so by now I’m used to it. That doesn't mean I don’t hate it however. That doesn't mean I can’t smell the death and taste the fear when I’m in a hospital. It just means I have grown accustomed to those things as a part of my life. I've probably been accustomed to them since the tender age of 6. I think all that time being in the hospital, trying to think about anything else but the present, or looking deep inside your self past your lifetime into your own soul, brings you to a level that most people today couldn't fathom.

I almost died a bunch of times. The first time I was three, I slipped off my floating device and quickly sank to the bottom of the pool. I remember sitting there, on the floor of the deep end, and the overwhelming blue that was surrounding me. I wasn't scared at all, I didn't even really understand what was going on. Soon my mom had leapt into the pool and dragged me out again. December 1, death 0.

But just because I had cheated death, doesn't mean I wasn't keenly aware of it. In-fact from then on, I could always feel death, just steps behind me, seeking me out. But I remained hidden.

Another time, I was probably 10, I woke up bleeding which I had also grown used to. But this morning was different. I opened my mouth and it was like a fire hose in reverse. What was gushing profusely was hot and red. My blood. I swaggered to the bathroom where my memory ended. Years later, when I had gathered enough courage to relive that moment in my head, I found my memory didn't really stop there. It just moved. When I remember that day it all goes up to that moment, and then I pass out from blood loss. My best friend is in the kitchen helping my frantic grandma dial 911. There I am bleeding out ever so quickly, my whole family is gathered around me. The paramedics come, they rush in and clear out the room. How come I can remember all of that so well if I was passed out on the floor? I’ll tell you: because I was watching it. I saw it all happen from above. My soul left my body and it hovered there, and it decided that it had way too many plans to start all over, so it went back.

I think it’s comparable to enlightenment, if it isn't actually enlightenment. And its too damn bad that everyone can’t reach this level. That’s what we need to fix the world.



You can believe me or not. You can think I’m conceited or not. But I know what I lived. I know I’m much more in touch with my soul than most people nowadays are. I know death is looking for me, and I know I will keep outsmarting it till I’m good and ready.

THATS AN AWEFUL LOT OF ICE CREAM!

 

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PAPER OUTLINE

Thesis-  he way America is run on a greedy capitalist mindset ends in most of the public living behind an iron curtain and slowly dying while the rich, on the other side of that curtain weighting it down with their fat wallets, get richer.



When Americas capitalist mindset of getting the most for the least spilled over into agriculture, horrors ensued, horror craftily hidden from the public until they were so subdues by the abundance of foods and processed corn, most people didn't care when the nightmarish truth came out. most people still dont even know this truth.

Americas normal food ways don't look so normal upon further inspection, and most people would be shocked and horrified to learn where their food is really coming from. even "organic" foods. 

most Americans shop at the supermarkets.

93% of Americans dont know where their food comes from.

there are many laws to protect the secrecy of the food industry.



When you really look at where most of Americas food is coming from you'll probably be horrified at the hellish conditions. 


business men control out food and douce them in chemicals

The way we get our copious amounts of food for so cheep makes it lose some of the natural healthiness it would provide.

Animal cruelty

an example of an alternative