Same Old

[The Nicotine Psyop That Made Big Pharma TRILLIONS w/ Dr. Bryan Ardis

For over a century, Big Pharma and its media allies have waged a relentless campaign to convince the world that nicotine is nothing more than a dangerous, addictive drug. In this explosive interview, Dr. Bryan Ardis joins me to reveal the shocking truth buried in centuries of medical history: tobacco and nicotine were once widely used by doctors to treat — and even cure — countless diseases, from cancer to heart disease to obesity. Backed by documented evidence, Dr. Ardis exposes how the pharmaceutical industry rigged the narrative, poisoned commercial tobacco products, and bribed governments worldwide to ban natural nicotine, all to protect their multi-trillion-dollar drug empire.]

My take …

During the wars, (WWI, WWII, Korean, Vietnam and others), soldiers were issued tobacco in their kit. It was to help ward off viruses and diseases that they might be susceptible to in the jungles, underground and in the trenches. Pure tobacco.

It only became dangerous when the tobacco companies added synthetics, chemicals and so-called filters.

Non mainstream health professionals sometimes recommend nicotine patches for a number of health conditions and I’ve considered using them myself.

The world is not as it seems. The lies that we are told are certainly not for our benefit.

Anyway … 

Today was another lazy day. Harley play, garden tending, watched the remaining episodes of The Madison, I crumbed chicken breasts, boiled potatoes in their jackets, made coleslaw and salsa and served with butter and sour cream for dinner.

Now I need to sleep because tomorrow is meditation day.

Nite all.

My Sunday

I went to Coles yesterday and I have to tell you this, I was behind a grandfather and his badly-behaved grandson. He has his hands full with the child screaming for lollies, biscuits, all sorts of things.

The granddad is saying in a controlled voice: “Easy, William, we won’t be long . . . easy boy.”

Another outburst and I heard the granddad calmly say : “It’s okay William. Just a couple more minutes and we’ll be out of here. Hang in there, boy.”

At the checkout the little horror is throwing items out of the trolley. Granddad says again in a controlled voice : “William, William, relax buddy, don’t get upset. We’ll be home in five minutes, stay cool William.”

Well, I was really impressed, and when I got outside I saw the grandfather  loading his groceries and the boy into the car.

I walked over and said to the Grandad “It’s none of my business, but you were amazing in there. I don’t know how you did it. That whole time you kept your composure, and no matter how loud and disruptive he got, you just calmly kept saying things would be okay. William is very lucky to have you as his granddad.”

“Thanks,” said the Granddad. “But I am William. The little bastard’s name is Harry!!

😂😂😂😂😂😂

Today was a very lazy Sunday.

I was woken by kitchen noise at 7.12am - today is Sunday, so I was NOT happy, and even though I was tempted to get up and yell at the culprit, I decided to breathe it out and send them ‘love’ from my bedroom.

Ugh.

I reluctantly climbed out of bed at 10am and took Harley straight out to play. I tended my little garden before heading to my kitchen to make brunch.

I was looking forward to some of the new spelt sour dough bread that we bought at the markets yesterday. Sadly, BGWLBH had eaten it all. A whole loaf in 18 hours - and she was asleep for a good portion of that. Not happy Jan.

Ugh.

In Coles yesterday, I had discovered some GF crumpets, so that was my next option for brunch. They were very satisfactory.

I watched some golf on Fox Sports with Adoring Husband and then came to bed for the afternoon, where I napped while watching the footy.

An easy dinner by taking spaghetti bolognese sauce out of the freezer and preparing a side salad.

I didn’t eat dinner but made myself some tea (the ‘relax’ tea that AH bought me for Christmas) and took a couple of slices of turkey breast from the fridge.

Now I’m watching the first episode of the new series of Masterchef.

Except for the morning, I’ve enjoyed my Sunday.

Nite all.

Catching Up

Well this is an interesting concept …

What do you all think about this? I also am my most creative and connected self from 1-4 am…

The most dangerous lie in human history isn’t about food.

Its not about medicine. Its about sleep. For 200,000 years, humans didnt sleep 8 hours.That number was actually invented in 1938 by a mattress company called Simmons Beautyrest. Before their campaign, the average human slept in two shifts. Historians call it “Biphasic Sleep.” You would sleep for 4 hours, wake up for 2, then sleep for another 4. During that 2-hour window, people would pray, have s*x, write, think, and connect with their families. Some of the greatest works in human history were created in that sacred middle window. Shakespeare wrote most of his plays between 1AM and 3AM during his second wake period. Mozart composed entire symphonies in what he called “The God Hours.” Then the Industrial Revolution needed workers on a fixed schedule. You cant run a factory on biphasic sleep. So they hired a psychologist named Dr. Nathaniel Kleitman to “prove” that 8 consecutive hours was the biological standard.

He faked the studies. He was funded entirely by the mattress industry. And the medical establishment adopted his research without question because it aligned with the factory model. They turned the most creative 2 hours of human consciousness into a “sleep disorder.” They called it “Insomnia.” They medicated it. They gaslight an entire generation that 8 hours of continuous sleep was healthy. They pathologized the exact window of consciousness that produced some of the greatest art, music, and literature in human history. You are not an insomniac. You are experiencing the most natural form of human consciousness. And a mattress company convinced you it was a disease.

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Interesting huh?

I’ve been very “blog absent” lately and I thought I would wean myself off this dedicated space because I’ve been doing it for over 15 years!

But … it has been a very valuable tool, much like a diary/planner, that I can refer back to when we forget things like … the last time the pool guy was here, what date we built the carport, when I started my new raised vegetable garden, the dates I missed meditation etc etc.

So I’ve decided to continue writing daily, even if it’s really boring shit, like what time I wake up and what I cook for dinner. You can choose to continue reading my words or you can choose to search for something more interesting to read.

I attended meditation on Tuesday but didn’t get time with The Gypsy because she had to work straight after class.

I bought myself a small coffee and thought I’d sit by the river for 30 minutes before going home. Instead, I was waylaid by a resident who has lived here for 6 yrs but is now moving back to Brisbane. I received information overload for almost 3 hours.

My life has been very insular for about 4 years, so this man brought me up to speed on just about every resident in town. Every conflict, every movement, every health issue, every drug deal, every boatie living on the river, you name it, he knew about it!

Needless to say, I was mentally drained by the time I finally arrived home and needed to spend the rest of the day in my bedroom regenerating some mental, emotional, spiritual and physical energy!

Wednesday was my ‘change the bedding’ day - exhausting, as always!

Thursday was a day in the bay where I found two tops. One from me to me and for BGWLBH to purchase for my birthday, which is coming up next week.

Friday was a visit to The Gypsy. She is house and dog sitting in town so we spent a quality 4 hours together.

I’m doing ok in the footy tipping. Not spectacular, but ok.

Today, BGWLBH and I woke up extra early (5.30am) and drove into the bay to attend both markets on the esplanade. This is where BGWLBH bought many gifts for my birthday. I can’t even remember everything that she bought! Lots of jewellery, a solar powered hummingbird for the garden and I’ll have to tell you the rest next week.

I found a woman at the Torquay markets selling all the fabulous super health products like MSM, colloidal silver, methylene blue, belly bugs probiotics, iodine, cbd oil and turmerix to name just a few. We spent a good 20-30 minutes chatting about all the products and how she uses them.

I purchased some methylene blue and she gave me a sample of the belly bugs with strict instructions.

I got some gluten free Lebanese bread, gf cinnamon donuts, a loaf of spelt sourdough bread, freshly made lemonade, a spray bottle of magnesium/frankincense oils and walked across the road to Go Girl, where I purchased a top for Adoring Husband to give me for my birthday.

We also did a small grocery shop before returning home, both exhausted haha. We are too old for this nonsense!

The two men in my life were very happy to see me home.

I came to bed for a nap at about 4pm and that’s where I stayed. I’d made myself a sourdough sandwich with avocado, cranberry jelly, goats cheese, sprouts and turkey breast for a late lunch so I didn’t need dinner.

Now it’s time for sleep. I hope to enjoy a lazy Sunday tomorrow.

Nite all.

Inking Concerns

All three of my adult children have tattoos, so this information concerns me …

*** Why I regret my tattoos…from someone that has over 25 of them including a full sleeve! (the last time I posted this, it triggered people BADLY).

I got tattooed during a time in my life when I wasn’t fully informed about what was going into my body or what I was allowing onto my skin. Back then, it was about art, self expression and creative identity. Today, I see it differently.

Tattoos are not harmless. I don’t care what anyone says. Not the artist. Not your friend. Not anyone. Anyone who says they are, is lying.

Here’s what they don’t tell you when that needle touches your skin…

💉Red ink often contains mercury sulphide (cinnabar) - a toxic heavy metal linked to allergic reactions, skin inflammation and systemic toxicity. Many people will say ‘that’s old ink, the new ink doesn’t contain that’ and yet a study done in 2023 showed that a shocking 30% of UK tattoo studios were using ink that DID contain mercury.

💉Black ink, the most commonly used, contains carbon black, which may be contaminated with polycyclic aromatic hydrocarbons (PAHs) - classified as Group 2B carcinogens by the International Agency for Research on Cancer.

💉Many tattoo pigments also include lead, arsenic, cadmium, and aluminium…heavy metals with known neurotoxic and carcinogenic effects.

💉Tattoo ink particles don’t stay in the skin. They travel through your bloodstream and often accumulate in the lymph nodes, where they can disrupt immune function and remain for life.

💉When exposed to UV light or laser removal, these inks can break down into even more dangerous substances, including formaldehyde, benzene, and hydrogen cyanide…all linked to cancer.

This isn’t just about what’s in the ink… it’s about what happens to it after it’s in your body.

Studies have shown that tattoo pigment doesn’t just sit harmlessly in your skin. It’s actively transported through the lymphatic system and stored in your lymph nodes… the very part of your body responsible for filtering toxins and supporting your immune system. Over time, those nodes can become discoloured, inflamed and overloaded… and nobody can tell you what that does to your health over 10, 20, 30 years, because the long term data simply isn’t there.

This is a global industry worth billions and yet long term human safety data is incredibly limited. You are essentially part of a long term experiment the moment you get tattooed.

In Europe, regulations like the REACH Regulation have only recently started restricting certain pigments and chemicals in tattoo inks… which should make you ask a very simple question… if they’re only just being restricted now, what have people been exposed to for decades before that?

Even more concerning… research has found nanoparticles from tattoo ink, particularly carbon black, can move beyond the skin barrier entirely. Nanoparticles behave very differently in the body… they can penetrate cells, cross biological barriers and potentially interfere with normal cellular function in ways we still don’t fully understand.

Also, you need to consider your immune response… your body doesn’t recognise tattoo ink as “safe.” It recognises it as a foreign substance. That’s why your immune system constantly tries to break it down… for the rest of your life. That low grade, chronic immune activation isn’t something people think about when they’re sat in a tattoo chair.

Recent studies have started exploring the link between tattoo inks and various cancers, especially skin cancers, lymphoma and other immune related cancers as well as auto immune disorders (any wonders on how I got Hodgkin’s lymphoma?!) While research is ongoing, the emerging evidence is deeply concerning …especially when you consider how unregulated tattoo inks are in many countries.

I didn’t know this. I wish I had. Now, as someone who lives as clean and naturally as possible…from what I eat to what I put on my skin, my tattoos feel like the one thing I can’t take back. They’re a permanent reminder of a version of myself who didn’t yet understand the consequences.

I’m not saying every single person with tattoos is going to get sick. I’m saying we were never given the full picture to make that choice properly. And if something is going into your body permanently… you deserve to know everything about it.

This isn’t about shaming or triggering anyone. It’s about awareness… and about true informed choices.

If you’re considering a tattoo, I urge you to research the ingredients, the risks, the long term impacts. If you already have tattoos, know that detox is possible to a degree and awareness is the first step.

We deserve to know what we’re being sold as “art.”***

I’m doing very poorly in the footy tipping comp this week and I’m not happy about it.

Adoring Husband and I started watching ‘The Madison’ on Paramount today. Quite emotional and a bit intense. An interesting study on human behaviour in different generations and how they navigate different life scenarios. I’m not sure how I’m feeling about it. I do think Michelle Pfeiffer is great in this role.

BGWLBH and I were going to run a stall at the local markets today, but time got away from us and the day loomed faster than we expected, so we were not properly prepared. We’ll do the next one in June.

I caught the bus into the bay on Thursday. I needed a few things and had to put lotto on, then I waited in the hot sun for 25 minutes until the bus drove right by me and didn’t pick me up! I contacted AH, who was playing golf, and he drove all the way in to pick me up - an expensive trip, considering the price of diesel fuel right now!

BGWLBH and I spent the day in The Bay on Friday. She had a nail appointment and worked in the Crafty Bee while I enjoyed some shopping. I bought a top and found one for BGWLBH to purchase for my birthday.

I found a beautiful dress for Hazie, did some grocery shopping, sat with a cup of tea for quite some time and just relaxed. Two full days in a row was quite tiring though. I’m getting too old for this $#%+!

I would like a quiet bedroom day tomorrow.

Right now, it’s sleep time for me.

Nite all.

Easter is Here

I enjoyed Good Friday morning with The Gypsy and we didn’t inspect the property because somebody put in an offer and a deposit the evening prior. It wasn’t meant to be for The Gypsy this time.

We had three hours together and delved into one of our deep, meaningful and philosophical discussions. So exhausting, but in such a good way.

I had some nice cuddles with Narla the beautiful husky dog.

Adoring Husband collected me at 1.30pm so I filled in the time until the football came on at 3pm, by making 50 sausage rolls. I froze 40 of them and we ate ten of them for lunch.

Two fabulous games of footy for the evening, both of which I tipped correctly.

Today (Saturday) was much quieter and very relaxing. 

I had a late start, took Harley out to play, tended my vegetable garden, made some prawn toast for brunch then sat down for the newest series of Jet lag the game on YouTube. 

Adoring Husband mowed the front lawn and then joined me in the lounge room to watch another old Dean Martin and Jerry Lewis movie on YouTube.

“Fend for yourself” night meant pizza for BGWLBH, pork chop for AH and dim sims for me.

Another two games of football to watch and I took a calculated risk by tipping St George to defeat Cowboys, but unfortunately it did not pay off, so I’ve slipped from top spot in the tipping comp to 2nd.

I expect to be very busy tomorrow with lots of chores around the house, like washing and cooking and cleaning so that I can spend all day Monday in bed. I haven’t had a bed day for weeks.

Now I need to sleep.

Nite all.