Vibrations as Healing

Many people have a process for marking time as the body acknowledges and recovers from trauma, colds, physical congestion, even disease, that the pharmaceutical medical industry does not exactly recognize. The use of herbs and natural diet are seen as not as effective as drugs, which some affect the body extremely well, by eliminating perception of malaise. Pain reduction, elimination of symptoms, and relaxation are essential time binders, that is see you through a hump to more placid waters. The body heals, and the body also demises. In every instance, facing demise, one has an opportunity to assist the process of time spanning by attending to basic body functions by vibrating, or toning, to aid in essential living patterns. To be still and sick may only further encourage the stasis of congestion, while motion, even as subtle as vibrating the sinus passages, throat passage, chest, may give means of occupation to encourage healing. Antibiotics are emphatic quick fixes, but vibrations may be well overtures to lymphatic health. Vibrating a tune or a omm, or just focusing on localizing vibration, is good to relieve midnight night sinus or throat cold symptoms, further uses cannot be bad but good. The belief in medical remedy can preclude vibrations, exercise motions in terms of time, speed of reaction, suffering symptoms to suffering remedy. Belief is time. In cultures where time does not play as intense a role as Western culture, work schedules as well social schedules, health can get twisted as a knot in the midst of multiple hierarchical schedules, -use dance, singing, powwow ceremonies, community passion plays as a way to encourage the very elemental aspects of vibration, motion, health.



Additional video taken in Joshua Tree of 2 women, toning for health, here, the world health is purely a metaphor for intrinsic health, all more worthy avenues than over the counter health.

Fault Line

I was asked to write a few words on the occasion of New Years 2011 at a gathering of Walla Walla Indigenous characters, a mild mannered community of easy running fences across the plains of psychological dependence upon beauty and poetry and dance and the palate, a sort of silver lining of friends newly made while shaking the jigaboo on the dance floor of a reputable saloon in these here parts. Ahem.

Lately it has been my observation that the days are longer, the sun hangs in my face slightly warmer, and my heart seems very much lighter, possibly at the grace of additional vitamin D. Methinks the winter of snow and walking in the deeps has left me much healthier than other years of transition from outdoor living to winter fattening. I live just ten blocks from ground zero, the intersection of Main and First Streets, so my travels to and from town include various kinds of gathering, like books, and clothing, recordings, framing, kitchen items, a mocha and pastries, a haircut, money in several forms, beer wine and chocolate, a restaurant breakfast, and a movie.

Along the way to these various destinations are pictures or videos, from the visual reality are those that actually get taken with a camera, and in my mind, from the fantasy or imaginings bank in my head, or leg, or arm, wherever a man actually stores stuff to be conjured for dreams or writing or video. These sometimes get on the web an astonishing publishing concept for the common man. The daily reality gets chewed-up while doing the shopping, getting natural healthy foods, whether I am deceived or not about health, except it must meet the critical standards of what the world thinks is good, and moreover, what feels good to my body upon cooking and consuming. Eating zinc capsule at one meal and copper capsule at the next, seems a bit too abstract and technical (a guide post to believe in?) as I'd rather not eat either, nor think that specific technical measurements are anything but sales stimulation, and obfuscation building on fear of insufficiency to life, -which is the bottom line in a free market economy.

What you are told, and think you believe, can only be true if you intuit it from all experience. Once I met a prophet of doom, forecasting a huge earthquake, and I thought about it because my home was near the fault line. I set out in my car for inland, got lost, and on a winding road I suddenly noted a sign that said, the fault. Was I lost or found? My fault was not to acknowledge that in fact I needed a drive. There I was, here where I am, on the fault line.

So it is, we pick the daisies when we think the field is beautiful with flowers, always testing the ultimate beauty with the immediate need. Noting the beauty, if it can be eaten in a manner of speaking, may test the proof of perception. Beauty is a rolling stone that crushes, as a transformer, making metamorphosis chew of everything in its path. What we think is the way everything should be, is eventually crushed, because true perception lies in time betwixt the stone and the field. Nothing is regrettable except redemption.

As I consider how this might be of use, I'd have to say what? I have no idea what I wrote, except that I'm on the fault line.

1/1/11

World Trade Center

To increase the wealth of a select class, at the cost of humanity, but girded with noble purpose, the democratization of the world, the progress of affluence became a mantra for even the common man. Little wonder that the antithesis, a religious militant belief system would strike at the heart of the financial exploitation of the world on 9/11/2001. And it took 8 years for the edifice of the United States financial greed to shake.

Cosmic Chronology

Dinosaur Egg on Monhegan Island




Tender paths, that's what we choose on Monhegan Island, ready for the gnarly rocky coast where hiking is 'life and limb,' ready teddy, keep your eyes on the road, nothing more than a micro metaphor of planet earth..

Only the industrial abuses are less obvious, we choose to reign as humans beings on a rock mountaintop 300 million years old, garnering old age concepts like buried treasure in the backyard of our mind. Time to load our fat bodies into the checkered cab of the past and fly forth to the new realm. What is that, you say? Leave our cherished beliefs systems that empower others to rule over the people in the name of God? Or in the name of man and woman and child, our inter-dependence is astonishing, as is our cruelty over others, just as we ignore the industrial destruction of earth.

"335 Million years ago, the first forests evolve. Over generations, these forests load themselves with carbon extracted from the atmosphere which later becomes fossilized as coal and oil. As the forests spread, amphibians transform into pre-reptilian creatures with the grand innovation of self contained eggs that allows them to move inland. The Great Age of Reptiles begins." (see link above, Cosmic Chronology)

PRAYER

A song by Paul Clarke, who has a knack for listening to others say things, which is the heart of this song. Catching a line from a friend, Paul turns it into an ironic statement in music so full of truth that few have ever seen it!



Recorded on Monhegan Island by Bill Anderson & Jeanie Greenough, 15 August 2010.

THE INCREDIBLE HAND TRANSPLANT

THIS VIDEO RECORD WAS FLAGGED AND DELETED BY THE YOUTUBE COMMUNITY (AFTER 10,000 VIEWS).

CAUTION. DO NOT WATCH UNLESS YOU CAN TOLERATE VISCERAL IMAGES.

YOU MAY AGREE THAT MEDICAL OPERATIONS CAN BE EDUCATIONAL, THAT SUCH EXPERIENCES CAN BE PROFOUND IN LEARNING, BOTH FOR THOSE WHO CANNOT BELIEVE WHAT THEY SEE, AND THE PATIENT WHO FOUND A NEW REASON TO LIVE.

THE PROCEDURE WAS FILMED FOR EDUCATIONAL PURPOSES AT HARVARD MEDICAL SCHOOL IN 1983.