Modern Medicine is Nonsense

Don't get me wrong, modern world medicine has come a long way in the ability to cure things most of our ancestors probably never dreamed would be cured, but really... what is this nonsense?

We have drugs now whose side effects are almost laughable, I mean... Excessive need to gamble? Really?
Drugs can do that?

Some of these drugs now even give us side effects that are WORSE than what we are dealing with if we don't take them. Honestly, if something is going to make me bleed to death from a paper cut because I can't clot, then I don't really wanna take it unless I'll die without it.

Half the side effects of these drugs are things I haven't seen before from my herbal supplements, which despite how much is "unknown" about them, I seem to be alive, not bleeding out, and living free of nausea and all other wonderful symptoms of half the medications the FDA approves. I have never been happier managing my ADHD on herbal supplements and not dealing with my daily bout of nausea and inability to eat because my meds made me feel horrible before I found herbals.

I am by no means telling you you MUST take herbals instead of your medications, though if you have the time to speak to your doctor about the side effects you have from your medications and there is a better alternative in an herbal form you may ask them if it is safe for you to take.

DO NOT take herbal remedies without talking to a doctor first, they react with medications and all sorts of conditions may arise from them if you take too much. PLEASE, go to a doctor before starting any herbal medications. I am NOT licensed to tell you what to take.

Incense, Flames, Oils and Burners

I'm a shamanist. Not a devout one, but I do believe and practice a lot of the traditions. Today I went on my yearly haul of supplies for my offerings, at the same store I always go to. I love the Crystal Fox like it is my own store. I walked out with a new flame powered oil burner, three drams of oil, and a pack of incense sticks, which I later supplemented at another store with a five for one deal on single sticks.

I discovered one thing tonight: There is no conversation like one held while sitting around a candle flame heating up peppermint oil. I have never had such an amazing conversation doing really anything else. It may have been cold out tonight, but we bundled up in out sweatshirts and sat out under the sky and the courtyard lamps with some music and the incense, just talking about whatever struck us as interesting.

I find it funny that since I'm not supposed to have candles or incense in my room at college, I delegated the safe under my bed that my parents forced me to bring to lock up my laptop and other valuables as a storage place for my incenses and such. Like anyone will ever look there, right? If they see it in my room they will give me all sorts of flack for breaking the rules, therefore I just put it in my room where they won't see it and take it out of the room before I light it.

Anyway, I'll post pictures... sometime soon.

When Words Elude...

I cannot count the amount of times recently that I'll sit down to write and end up staring at a blank page or hours because I can never think of the words to say what I feel. What is even worse are the times I write something, and then promptly erase it because it does not serve my purpose well enough. I go back to staring at the empty page and wishing the words would come out of me and sprawl themselves on the page, but we all know writing rarely ever happens like that. Writing rarely ever comes easy...

I slave over this keyboard every night, hoping to make one good thing come of my efforts before I put the creative mind to rest. Most nights I give in to sleep and admit defeat at the hands of my own speechlessness. Some nights I manage to forcefully pull the words out of my brain and onto the page, creating something adequate to edit the next day. But rarely does it ever come easy to me to have a stroke of genius and write a beautiful piece of work before I fall asleep each night.

I've had so many moments recently where I come up with some idea for a new story, but by the time I sit down and have the time to write it the words have run away and I have nothing left but the same old blank page to stare at.

Sadly even now I have run out of words for the night...