Cell Phones as Scary Brain Fryers

It’s a hideous development in the consciousness of humanity – with the scariest aspect of the smart phone/wireless phenomenon being our movement into the shadow world – which is a scientific fact: electrons are shredded from our cells (oxidation) by electromagnetic radiation – diminishing our personal light(aura), creating disease and anti-social behaviors.

Looking for electromagnetic frequencies circling my universe, I was fortunate to have a friend with an Accoustimeter which he used to determine electromagnetic frequencies in my house. It was an alarming experience for one trying to avoid the deadly emf for many years. (see Microwave Grid at taosfriction.com, written in 2010)

The Accoustimeter is quite impressive as you will learn by googling the device. It’s expensive but can be rented for 3+ days. It’s extremely user friendly with a detailed visual display and outstanding audio effects.

Strange sounds emanated from the device – a kind of background squabble indicating the ambient frequency. Strange for a home that had no cell phone and the wireless turned off. When the wireless was turned on the indicators turned red and moved into the danger level where connective tissue is affected. I was indeed shocked. I turned off the wireless and the meter returned to a more normal range.

At which point my friend demonstrated his Apple Smart Phone via the Accoustimeter. The indicators turned a throbbing red and went into the top register indicating extreme physical danger. The sounds made were truly scary: super loud squawking in various rhythmic configurations.

Years ago I had a dect phone; it was very convenient. The data on that device was shocking and I got rid of it after extensive research. Recently close friends finally got rid of their dect phone after learning it was probably responsible for crippling physical problems.

Pet lovers should note that a recent 7 hour, online seminar on Pet Cancer warns emf can be a powerful adversary to healing and maintaining good health. It seems obvious this would be true.

Dangers of cell-phone technologies has been known for decades yet folks can’t get the message. For example: ran into a friend in grocery store walking around with her smart phone turned on and resting next to her hip. I asked why it was turned on and she said she lived alone and needed the phone when in the stable at night, in case she has an accident. I replied “But you aren’t in the stable now.”

It was a surprising experience since she had read the current The Nation cover article: How Big Wireless Made Us Think That Cell Phones are Safe: A Special Investigation by Mark Hertgaard and Mark Dowie which includes the following quote.
“The scientific evidence that cell phones and wireless technologies in general can cause cancer and genetic damage is not definitive, but it is abundant and has been increasing over time. Contrary to the impression that most news coverage has given the public, 90 percent of the 200 existing studies included in the National Institutes of Health’s PubMed database on the oxidative effects of wireless radiation—its tendency to cause cells to shed electrons, which can lead to cancer and other diseases—have found a significant impact, according to a survey of the scientific literature conducted by Henry Lai. Seventy-two percent of neurological studies and 64 percent of DNA studies have also found effects.”

And now we learn more details of future plans for 5G across America. According to The Nation: “Because 5G radiation can only travel short distances, antennas roughly the size of a pizza box will have to be installed approximately every 250 feet to ensure connectivity. “Industry is going to need hundreds of thousands, maybe millions, of new antenna sites in the United States alone,” said Moskowitz, the UC Berkeley researcher. “So people will be bathed in a smog of radiation 24/7.”

You might wish to review: Cell Phones, Microwaves and the Human Health Threat found at https://www.technologyreview.com/s/423871/cell-phones-microwaves-and-the-human-health-threat/

Goodby Dear Lulu

Been thinking of Faulkner’s As I Lay Dying while digging precious Lulu’s grave – as she lies sleeping peacefully on her fluffy bed. It’s not easy digging into a super hard, rocky ground but it must be done. Cremations are prohibitively expensive these days.

After much pounding away and filling with water, the hole is 2 feet deep. Hope that is deep enough to prevent curiosity of local wildlife. Meanwhile I’m grateful I don’t have to travel cross country with Lulu in an open wagon like Faulkner’s characters in the Dying book.

I want her to have as much time as possible so long as she is not in pain and experiences some joy in life. The joy is getting less but it’s apparent she is not ready to go. She is sticking with me on our journey through the travails of old age.

Lulu doesn’t understand anything about the ravages of time. She continually rubs her eyes against the rug and soft furniture trying to remove the cataract darkness from her almost blindness. She still sees forms and movements and never runs into furniture unless I fail to use the night light. I wish I could tell her exactly what is going on but alas……………

The big surprise development is her lack of enthusiasm for morning hikes in the forest. She stops at the door sill as the other dogs move toward the car. Occasionally she does want to go with us and I rejoice and also fear it could be her last trip.

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My dear Lulu is gone now and I remain broken-hearted so many months later. She was with me for over 15 years and would probably still be here if I had not euthanized her on 11/25. We discussed it and also checked it out with the pendulum: it was time for her to go. She no longer just walked in circles around the entire house. She was spinning in place – non stop, and getting hung up in strange places, unable to retrieve herself. She was totally deaf, practically blind and unable to receive many pets on her bony skeleton. I loved her dearly as she loved me. We were never separated and will continue now walking into the dissolving future.

This is indeed a time of great loss for me: Death of animals, friends,
profession and democracy. The later is an ongoing process which continues to climax with each passing day. I have lost the will to write and so the lack of posts on this site. It’s all mental and seems impossible to overcome.

Is Your Waistline Expanding Bigtime?

It didn’t used to be this way: one in three persons is obese and another third is overweight. That’s two-thirds of the population. The American Health Association considers reasons why we’re fattening up, but they fail to mention HIGH FRUCTOSE CORN SYRUP and CORN SYRUP found in all processed foods, including meats.

I’ve known about this scourge for years but never knew HFCS is in all processed foods – everything. I discovered this recently when checking out foods from the Deli in Smith’s Grocery. The “super salad” looked so healthy until I asked the clerk to read the hidden ingredients. What a shock to learn it contained HFCS as did 8 other items checked. I never returned to the Deli and lost 7 pounds in 10 days. Impressive.

We love sweets, all kinds of sweet and the sweetest sweet is HFCS. Great news for food processors; it is much cheaper than sugar & also keeps foods moist. And so the obese epidemic was launched back in the ’80s and continues to expand, notwithstanding scientific studies proving excessive weight gain, verified by super fat rats in the Princeton Study. Of course the Monsanto National Corn Growers Association & similar groups advertise against this information.

The original definition of evil is to knowingly bring great harm to another individual and from that point of view there is much evil afoot in the food industry. A perfect example is the product Slim Fast which should be called Fat Faster because of ingredients including sugar, fructose and HFCS. Also surprised to find Thomas English Muffins on the HFCS list even thought it’s not included in the ingredients on the package.

Commercial corn has another major drawback. It is the major Monsanto GM product. No livestock will eat Monsanto grains if given a choice between GMO and organic. Instinctively cows know the difference which is more than we humans can discern. In some arenas cows are smarter than humans. Too bad Obama chose Michael Taylor, former vice-president of Monsanto to head the FDA and Roger Beachy, former director of the Monsanto Danforth Center to direct the USDA. Is it any wonder we are eating garbage and folks are sicker and more obese than ever?

As a majority of countries across the planet burned Monsanto crops and outlawed Monsanto GMO from their countries, Obama welcomed Monsanto into his administration and now, 2016, into our guts forever with passage of the Monsanto Protection Act, which is well worth a read.

Obesity is the #1 health issue of our time. If you are overweight you have a serious problem; it’s no little thing that can be ignored. To avoid everything with corn syrup, HFCS and corn starch it’s a good idea to cut out processed food, read ingredients, eat organic and avoid public school lunchroom foods, particularly if children are over weight.

The obesity plague affects most of us, even the shinnies, by driving the cost of health care higher and higher. But then – perhaps Obama Care will come to the rescue and pay for the ill health generated by HFCS and other Monsanto GM foods. Really?

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Positive Change Vs Disintegration

Precision, passion, imagination returns to the body that remained basically still for several years. All it took was the magnificent Eye in the Sky by Alan Parsons Project to have me dancing again as in the days of yore. Yep, it’s all mental and much change is possible with inspiration.

The root of my current inspiration is a new yoga mat made of coil filled with a nut fiber. It’s hard as a rock yet soft compared to the bare floor. I’ve returned to a slow moving yoga and today when the first notes of Parsons rang out I went into a kind of trance, capable of feats of flexibility.

Much of today’s music doesn’t inspire me to great heights of anything and I’m not a fuddy-duddy musically. I taught a bunch of punk rockers and thought they were delightful. But there’s something about today’s pop music that just doesn’t resonate with me. Much is loud, melody-less and generally boring.

But then there’s a whole lot that doesn’t resonate such as the world zeitgeist which is an ode to all the attributes we used to hang on a dark, evil world to be avoided at all cost. But alas, now the grotesque hand of sadistic greed is contaminating all levels of society or so it seems when dark actions are glorified by press and public alike.

Haven’t been writing much lately, not because I’ve run out of words but rather because I can’t find anything positive or shining to convey about ongoing realities so instead I slip back into the joy of moment to moment reality which is freedom for my being.

I would probably hang out on the Thai yoga mat 24/7, but I must be sure to keep Lulu off, off, off. This mat will not accommodate dogs. I want it to maintain its glorious pristine state for as long as possible. Bunny and Rosie get the message but Lulu cannot be trusted so I must wait for her to go to sleep before I fall into the trance of painful stretching. She has a sneaky way of creeping onto the mat which interferes with my focus.

Regarding the realities swirling at every level of expression – politically, socially, environmentally, and spiritually – it amazes that we hope for change as we continue to do exactly what’s been done for endless decades. Isn’t that an accepted definition of insanity: to expect change while continuing in same behavior. The same equals change strategy is rampant at every level of society.

I recall a major caveat I shared with all my students at NYU and private music students: I cannot accept any excuses for failures to practice because the excuses will continue throughout time; today it is one reason, tomorrow it will be another and nothing will ever move in a positive direction. It may disintegrate but it will not change for your well being.

In the teaching arena I’ve truly seen it all. In the ’70s I experienced unbelievable success working with ghetto children at PS 64 in Alphabet City, NYC. No one looked over my shoulder, scrutinizing my teaching methods, since students were thriving at all levels. This was a school in the 2nd worse ghetto in NYC, the first being in the Bronx. And when I rode up on my bike – usually verging on late, the kids in the play-yards would scream Odin, Odin. What a joy it was and I still remember the full names of some of my dear 4th grade students. Perhaps I’ll write about their amazing transformations in future blogs.

I also had great success creating,(with 5 others) the NYU Experimental Theater program and teaching at NYU for 8 years. And several Georgia music students had great professional success. Then I moved to Taos, NM where I no longer teach. There’s nothing to teach. Everybody here is the world’s leading authority on whatever is under discussion + they do not tolerate change + they do not practice. Even at the 1st level of diaphragmatic breathing they never master it because they never practice. For years and years they have said “I am going to do it” instead of “I am doing it.” Oh well – not my business anymore.

We Must Defeat the Monster

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Trump once stated his legacy has its roots in his father’s legacy. And what a legacy of racism Fred passed down to his son. The apple doesn’t fall far from the tree and we know little Donald was glued to dad’s side throughout childhood and apparently he learned his daddy’s racism and other lessons well.

Woody Guthrie knew old man Trump and wrote several lyrics about the buzzard that go like this:
“Beach Heaven looks like heaven; where no black ones come to roam!
No No No Old Man Trump; Old Beach Heaven ain’t my home.“

‘I suppose Old Man Trump knows just how much racial hate he stirred up
In the bloodpot of human hearts, when he drew that color line.

We could go on and on regarding the racist history of both men but it would most probably have no effect on those who adore him except perhaps to make their hearts swell with pride. It would enrich their entrenched emotional visions of reality wrapped up in extreme right-brain hemisphere processing, void of any input from undeveloped left-brain hemisphere processing. You know that scenario.

Trumpers vote for what they feel in their hearts. And racists are falling out of trees and flowing down from the mountain tops. These scary creatures are everywhere, trying to control our lives under the banner of christian social conservatism and at the same time extolling the virtues of freedom and equality for all. The hypocrisy is putrid.

According to the current 2016 Republican Platform, they want to control every aspect of our personal lives. It supports the most extreme version of every issue as they attempt to cram their version of Christianity down our throats. The outrageous homophobia codified in this document continues to reveal extreme ignorance; they haven’t figured out sexual orientation is a biological fact not a choice. And whatever the case, it’s none of their business. Not only do they insist on controlling bedroom activities, they want to mandate high-school bible courses, return federal lands to states, expand coal burning and other Trump Eco-pursuits. Read the document.

The future of all humanity depends on the outcome of this election. Imagine the outcomes from this extreme sociopath discussing everything with his only adviser: himself, as we see him doing every day and as he proposed weeks ago. Back and forth in a long series of schizo-contradictions. His supporters are mirror images and will not be changed by the obvious. Keeping him out of office will depend on the vote of every sane person in America. And there is no point in wasting votes on alternative candidates with no chance of election.
Our abiding purpose must be to defeat this monster. Whatever it takes, lets do it.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qjGv6exoKkw. This is the link to the Liberal Redneck videos where you will find wonderful humor with great veracity.

A Fox-tail Summer in New Mexico

Whew! What a summer. Heat, fox-tails and rattlesnakes are reminding me of the deep, dark, south and in particular Georgia where the ticks, fleas, gnats, mosquitoes and Newt Gingrich used to drive me nuts. I usually think of Georgia as the home of biting insects and right-wingers but this NM summer has been even more daunting primarily because of nasty fox-tails. I never knew they could be lethal and they’re everywhere including my little dogs ears. In case you’re unsure, fox-tails are the seed tassels at the top of grass stalks.

10 days ago my elderly dog Lulu started carrying her head radically tilted so that the ear was pointed down toward the ground. Following day her head shaking accelerated to the point she was shrieking in pain. We got to the vet immediately and had several fox-tails removed from each ear.

A little research revealed the horrors of fox-tails and dogs. They can enter the dog via the ears, nose, eyes, sexual parts and skin. That just about includes everything. And once inside they keep moving forward because the structure of the tails does not allow for retracing their forward-ho. And so they are labeled as possible killers with an ability to move into the brain.And they are known to cause serious infections wherever they lodge including the feet.

Had to get those tails out of the dog yard, What a job; they were everywhere and the temps have been in the 90s so I was on the job at the break of dawn with shears and rake, crawling about on steep hill sides under sap dripping pinons. With the beginning signs of emphysema to taunt me this job took days and wasn’t completed until after a second pup Rosie started gagging as though a gopher was lodged in her throat. Gave her a bronchitis tab and after an hour or so the gagging subsided.

We’ve cut back on our outdoor ventures. Not quite as many trips to the forest which is a sea of tails. The situation is worse for little dogs because they are eye level with the wind-stirred horrors. So now we must watch out for both rattlesnakes and fox-tails; not so easy with a deaf and almost blind 16 year old Lulu who stumbles and falls from time to time.

We’re quite a sight walking the trails. Often I think this is possibly Lulu’s final trail walk; it’s difficult for her to follow even tho she is on a lease. She reliably takes the wrong fork in the road which leads to a nice bunch of tails.

Bunny the short hair chihuahua always races ahead. She is quite a little Olympian, leaping over obstacles and rediscovering the river running beside the trail. When she smells someone on the trail she goes absolutely bonkers. She’s not on a lease and usually responds to voice commands. But…………she has the heart of a German Shepard and can be very scary. I need eyes in the back of my head to keep up with her rabbity ears darting about, ears that are prime targets for guess what…………….

Rosie the little Griffon is also on a retractable lease. She is totally unreliable and quite dangerous to herself. She lives in her own world, gets lost in her involvement with whatever and ends up in places she can neither recognize or navigate so she hides until found. The forest is too large to look for her silly self – so she is captured on the end of a lease.

Add to this little monster brigade the threat of coyotes, bear, rattlesnakes and foxtails and you can imagine how my head swims with disaster scenarios. Why not curtail outdoor activities? Yes I wonder sometimes if I’m putting them in danger but they love our walks and seem to get depressed after several days off the trails. I follow their wishes; I am their devoted servant.

Taos Town Council Slithers Into Dictatorship

The universal zeitgeist is extremely right wing and proud of it. And it’s not just Washington, London and Paris. This mentality is spreading its tentacles into every nook and cranny of our lives. It certainly isn’t hard to see the ramifications in Taos where government is in dictatorship mode.

Transparency loses in Taos as some meetings go private by Ken Manning details in the 6/23 Taos News how Taos Town Council voted to amend the town code regarding public meetings, restricting the public from attending meetings of the Development Review Committee. “Town Manager Rick Bellis was adamant that the public be cut out.” Guess he and 3 other council members, including the mayor were generally pissed at losing their effort to expand Smith’s Grocery and locate cheap housing across an enormous expanse of open green pasture land with historical significance. Did I mention that the location was in the center of town?

Appearing in the My Turn section, the article explains the new restrictions: “The public would no longer be able to attend meetings, nor be made aware that such meetings were to occur.” No agenda will be posted; no minutes will be taken. The town attorney told them closed meetings violate NM Open Meetings Act and the Town Council ignored him.

Strangely enough Taosanos don’t seem to give a rat’s ass. I received no replies from locals to posts made on Facebook. And the folks I talked with in person were not interested in even reading about the matter so I contacted the man always in the know – Bill Whaley – and asked what on earth is happening and he replied: “We have entered a new era of profound apathy. You can’t lead this horse to water, he or she ain’t thirsty.” (Check out Bill’s online political journal at Taosfriction.com).

The purpose of the Development Review Committee is “to meet regularly with developers to discuss how proposed developments can be approved.” Why would they want to bring extreme uglies to a unique, culturally rich community if not for some kind of kick-back from development siting, whether a big box Walmart or one more fast food restaurant or Family Dollar?

My hackles have always gone up when encountering dictatorships that forcibly promote developers and corporate entities. But apathy in the face of such hideous control is beyond comprehension. Somehow it reminds one of the Germans living downwind of concentration camps ignoring the odor of burning flesh and pretending to smell nothing. Yes that is an extreme comparison but apathy toward dictatorship is identical in function, or so it seems to this writer.

Have never been able to understand the quality of local government representing this community. It’s been an unfortunate array of questionable mentality for decades, but never has such disrespect of residents occurred to my knowledge. Fortunately, in Taos the people always rule – one way or another. They have a history of stopping the uglies just as they stopped the expansion of Walmart and Smiths. I am confident the locals will awaken and take action in a timely manner. The news regarding Town Council slithering will sneak past their restrictions one way of the other. All will be revealed.

Uneducated, Sadistic Masochists

In 1976 a great political film Network should have prepared us for the corporate control we experience today. It couldn’t have been more spot on with Peter Finch as Howard Beale, a network news anchorman urging viewers to get up out of their chairs, go to the window and scream “I’m as mad as hell and I’m not going to take this anymore.” Yup, pretty much exactly how I’m feeling these days.

It is truly a prophetic vision of today’s world and certainly indicates the process of overthrowing democracy was well under way 40 years ago. Reading the following quotes from the Paddy Chayefsky screenplay is chilling.

“There are no nations; there are no peoples; there are no Russians; there are no Arabs; there are no Third Worlds; there is no West. There is only one holistic system of systems, one vast and insane, interwoven, interacting, multivariate, multinational dominion of dollars. It is the international system of currency which determines the totality of life on this planet.

That is the natural order of things today. That is the atomic and subatomic and galactic structure of things today. There is no America, there is no democracy. There is only IBM and AT&T and DuPoint, Dow, Union Carbide and Exxon. Those are the nations of the world today.

There are many new nations of the world in 2016, led by banks that practically annihilated the middle class in 2008. Bank of America is at the top of the most powerful banks list with Bank of New York Mellon, Goldman Sachs, JP Morgan Chase boogieing up close behind. And who knew that Wal-mart, Target and General Electric are the top 3 on the Top 50 list.

The 2016 primary season gave opportunity to vote for a man devoted to overthrowing corporate control of our so-called democracy but the corporate shill won the race with minorities who stood to gain the most from his presidency choosing to support her against their own best interests. Amazing! And now we are left with a choice between two gold worshiping corporate entities who base decisions on the dollar. Money rules and the masses continue to make it possible.

It would be great if someone launched an effective once a month NO BUY day. If millions participated it would put a kink in the accelerating lust of the corporate nations of 2016. It’s heartbreaking that all indications point in the opposite direction; we are uneducated sadistic masochists voting for our mirror images. What a bloody shame for the millennials who are more aware of what is going on than the older generations.

Remember what happened to the protagonist in Network? His audience eventually became depressed by his words and tuned out while his network determined he must die and killed him on camera. Kinda reminds one of Obama’s overt attack on whistle-blowers as we caress our couches and recliners watching it all go down on the TV screen greatly responsible for the current state of affairs.

Chasing Memories Into Infinity

In Active Side of Infinity Castaneda advises: recapitulation of major events in ones life and thanks-giving to friends who have been helpful. Got me to thinking about memories of daily events, simple happenings, throughout life. What have I done to fill the hours of my 77 years? Maybe I should write a book of one page for every memory I can recall. My feeling is that it will be a very short book full of trivialities. But it may reacquaint me with who I am.

The book project will require great objectivity in order to court truth by not embellishing or omitting relevant details. From time to time glimpses of moments flit by with missing details and lost conclusions. Which reminds me of Aunt Olga back in the ’50s trying to put names with lost faces and events. She kept asking my dad and other siblings “Do you remember?” At the time I didn’t understand the significance of her futile efforts.

We have heard from near death survivors that every moment of life rushes by as one moves toward infinity. That must be a blowout trip I would love to recreate and savor the experiences while in this life. I realize joy and great sadness will tumble about without mercy but it does appear to be a necessary adventure. Since it is considered part of the preparation for arriving fully conscious in the afterlife. Basically what is done is done and the rest is fun in one’s preparation for the unknown. It is unknown is it not?

Some memories are so very way out I have contacted those in the know only to learn that yes that is exactly what and how it happened. Sometimes friends have worse memory recall than myself and I remind them of events they had long forgotten.

My surprise to learn Memory is the subject of much study. There are endless classifications and processes that scientific brainiacs create and track with their magical viewing technology. It’s most interesting to learn the importance of sleep, known as the great consolidator of memory, most of which is done during slow wave sleep. Guess what? The more one sleeps, the better the memory. That is definitely compatible with my personal agenda.

A fairly recent study finds the elderly have greatly improved memory function in the early morning hours while young memories function better after noon into the early evening. And the elderly are more right-brain oriented, making them more concerned with the whole picture rather than little details. This makes for possibilities of much greater creativity when circumstances are right for personal expression.

I regret not having kept a diary of every single day no matter how insignificant. How wonderful it would be to review my entire life in print form. I did keep a diary for my 7th grade in Junior high and what a revelation of things I would have never remembered. I had only a sketchy memory of the delightful relationship with Jack, the class genius who expounded astronomy on fun filled hayrides and rowed the boat on bumpy rides in narrow creeks at Indian Springs, Georgia. What a marvelous life.

Buddhism teaches to live in the very moment one is inhabiting and avoid ruminating on the past and the future. Yes, that is really the way to move from day to day. But in terms of preparation for death I am more inclined toward the sorcerer’s way and the idea of reviewing my archive of memories before the review begins at the moment of death. Here’s looking at you!

Rattlesnakes Are On the Move Again

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Spring, fall and winter have always been preferred over summer……never a favorite. But nowadays spring is on the hot side and rattlesnakes are on the move again. Recently got word of numerous sightings and yes I find it a little alarming. Two years ago my chihuahua was bitten, with fang marks on each side of her ankle. She probably didn’t see the dastardly creature; I sure didn’t. Eighteen years with no snake encounters and all of a sudden they’re everywhere. Kinda in keeping with the times in general I guess.

I recall that June afternoon two years ago as though it was yesterday. Bunny was in her enclosed yard for approximately 15 minutes before appearing at the door with a sausage sized back leg. I thought a spider bit her; rattlers were not on my mind. They should have been: a neighbor’s dog had been bitten several weeks earlier.

We rushed to the vet office where Dr.Felser pointed out it was not a spider bite. Fang marks were evident with venom still dripping from the two holes. The process of saving her was a nightmare. The swelling went down in hours but the extreme pain remained for more than a month. So I’m currently in rattler prevention mode; lots to do!

Rattlers can’t see or hear. They sense vibrations as threat to life so mole repeller stakes have been put in place beneath the ground around the fence line. They are vibing: danger, stop where you are! Now I’m working on this years addition to my snake offensive: Osha Root.

Snakes have an excellent sense of smell. It is their primary sense and one of the odors they hate the most is Osha Root. Native American runners tied Osha Root to their moccasins for protection against the poisonous strike. Sounds like a great idea.

Breaking up the very hard root demands a sharp hacker. The larger pieces are attached to waxed cord and hung from the fence at ground level. Powder and chips are sprinkled along the fence line, dropping down into the dry grass. hopefully it won’t blow away.

Found some tiny, porous medicine pouches to fill with Osha chips and attach to dog halters. I have no idea if this is going to work but I’m willing to try anything. Anything! Which reminds me: activated charcoal is needed to absorb the venom while racing to the vet office. I have the homeopathic remedies ready to go. They were very helpful throughout the first experience.

The snake threat does change the daily hiking experience. Bunny loves to race through the forest of high grass and undergrowth. I cannot allow my fears to restrict our greatest pleasures together. I’ve been hiking with dogs for 16 years with no problems. It takes meditative focus to keep one life threatening experience from ruining our romping about in the great outdoors.

I look forward to that first deep frost in the fall. It means the slitherers will take refuge and my little dogs will be safe once again. Right now I need a soothsayer to cast a radical spell across the land. Seriously.

Thinking about soothsayers reminds me of the ancient Egyptians who called ravenous rattlers demons and made them the guardians of the 12 gates in the after-world. If the demon snakes determined one’s heart impure the trip toward Osiris was ended only to begin anew with the next sunrise in hell. I’m sure snakes were well chosen for the job.