Monthly Archives: January 2013
Posted: 31 January 2013
…our little lemon tree is so very pretty and has just given us about six beautiful lemons all of course organic and so they are a normal, healthy size…over Christmas I took note of the ever increasing girth of brussel sprouts in the shops…now the size of golf balls when originally they were the size of that large marble kids used to knock out the competition ( when kids were kids )…anti-biotics and their ilk are being sprayed all over everything along with being stuffed to the gunnels with hormones etc …and so of course because the fruits and vegetables no longer have to be self-reliant aka using their own God ordained gifts and talents to fend off danger they are all getting fat and lazy and, as just mentioned, growing ever larger…honestly some eggplants are as big as pumpkins…no-one knows all the effects of all of this on all of us but one thing is certain if we keep eating the way we are we won’t have the strength to knock out whatever competition arrives in our own fields of endeavour ( be it illness or war or death or back ache or other tough stuff like getting out of bed in the morning with a spring in our step not just in the mattress…) in the strong and clear way we are meant to and need to…back to the lovely lemons yes the taste can be bitter but then all the best, most powerful medicines always are, and the effect is wonderful…and Vaccaria is a pure tonic for the soul.
Posted: 24 January 2013
…quite recently I had the uncomfortable experience of witnessing a deceased cinghiale (thank goodness it was dead! ) being hauled down a quiet country lane tied to the bumper of a Land Rover. Following behind, and his behind (made me think of the elephant march in The Jungle Book…pompous old wind bag the wife remarked out of earshot regarding the DH…) in as close proximity as possible was, and I have to use this expression, a pack of baying hounds. They ran after the LR like greyhounds after the rabbit. The hounds were followed by cars loaded to the gunnels with camouflage clad men already in possession of stuffed to the gunnel bellies very rotund ( stuffed and stuck…and protruding because there is simply no way for the old decaying stuff to get out or through…hence their rotundities and no amount of camouflage can hide the poor health that causes this…it is epidemic amongst the men globally…many men looking several months pregnant if not full term!) all heading down to the slaughter and roasting and feasting house known as, for the purposes of this blog, Il Gruppo Chingialisti. The blood was up in the hounds and the men and ebbing out of the huge wild boar. Everything is entitled to joy and that I believe includes the animals. They have joy in their offspring and families. Certainly I have seen the wild boars have it. And entitled to life. I don’t know how many cinghiales are slaughtered each ” hunting season” and in Italy it is of at least six months duration. I believe that hundreds are killed locally each year. The dogs were being trained onto the scent of course. The men already are. And when the feasting is done then what? More ill health aka the animals revenge…And what about us? What scents are we trained ( aka enculturated and colonised) to go baying and running after? As for me I absolutely love the joy of creating my own perfumes and recommend, without hesitation, doterra.com for wonderful essential oils…come to Vaccaria for peace, renewal and the heavenly fragrance aka liberty.
Posted: 18 January 2013
…we live on a quiet meandering lane immersed, especially at the moment, in the sounds of gushing and babbling water and winds blowing through the cypress trees…but truly there is never a second without life calling out to us to hearken and heed…( Hearkening and Heeding to me are the husband and wife team that produce a passionately exciting baby called wisdom but see the essay in our forthcoming book and it really is forth and coming daily…)…one of the local (and I have to utilise this nomeclature…love that word too…ah me…because it is most apt ) colourful characters, stalled out just before the top reach of the gradual hill by la Chiesa one of the loveliest parts of Vaccaria…we heard the raucous music but that’s it besides spluttering…John dashed out to see if he could be of some use eg give a push or two in the right direction over the hill ( and far away to real adventures perhaps ). Anyway the vehicle was an ape ( pronounced ah pay….) and bright red but not quite Ferrari Red ( unlike our retro kitchen which is ) and the driver one who has been side swiped by addictions…I thought about King Louis, who wanted to be like us not the other way around, in The Jungle Book singing I wanna be like you…huuuuoouman too because I also thought about the powerful film Gettysburg and the conversation that ensued around the fire one night preceding the major portion of the battle wherein over fifty thousand lives were lost and injured…well, General Pickett said, you can believe you are descended from ” a ape ” but I dare anyone to believe General Lee is…yes. And the eugenics that theory spawned and yet another false prophet down the loo along with the gene theory a quite deeply entrenched and very profitable allopathic myth . Theories and their false prophets that play raucous music producing nothing but spluttering, can enslave us if we allow them to and do we ever pay. Ever can be a lifetime just as at Gettysburg. John helped the ah pay over the hump and the colourful character glided ever more downhill ( his facial shade matches his transport colour ) spluttering away. Hopefully some small thing was learned and there will be a little change because that is all it takes to create entirely new worlds of real liberty free of addictions…Vaccaria is waiting for you.