FROM MY TREE HOUSE
From My Tree House
From my tree house
I could see the plan set for me
I could see the holes dug for me
I could even see the traps covered with Trash and trees
To make the path look real
I could see the poison put in the pot
For the food they say was good
From my tree house
I could hear when they are coming
Whispering and scheming
They will plan like a rat
And attack like a snake
They will laugh but in their heart
They have no natural affection
Widows they revile
And fatherless boys
They use the poor as damage collateral
And care not for babies funeral
From my tree house
I could see them coming for me
With candy on a stick
And water for my thirst
An act carefully rehearse
To tell the lies and venom disburse
From my tree house I could see above the clouds
And clear of the soot
Clear of the dirt and pollution
My mind was still of a child
And so I wonder and I ponder these things
And why my soul
From my tree house
I realize the length the breath of the plan
And so I ask God why and he said
It was the plan
Of the wicked one
So I ask again
Wanting to know when
And he said when the last prodigal returns
And when the lost sheep is found
From my tree house I remain a child
Meek and innocent
Innocent and meek
From my tree house
I will go on the street
But will return again
For the healing of a wound
And wait for the purpose
To be accomplished
Of true peace and security
And health and beauty
A natural reality
From my tree house tower
I will behold the good news rider
Riding on a horse with the whitest color
Proclaiming that the war
They Still Don’t Get It Every time I opened my mouth about my survival of prostate cancer I have to significantly stressed the fact that one must have a proper desire to get to the doctor once every twelve months. Invariably though the question usually follows “So what are the symptoms?” Indeed! THEY STILL DON’T GET IT!
An Island In You
An island does not form from the top of the water down; it must form from the bottom up unless it is a floating island. Floating islands are usually of no consequences as they can be manipulated accordingly. The island that you have to navigate around and have respect for is the one that have formed from the bottom up. It is usually after years of sedimental built up, that the first peak is shown unbeknownst to the unwary, that it has been growing for years.
By the time one learns that an island is there many a seafaring vessel can be wrecked on its sandbar, rock or reef. Recognize this fact that the island would not have broadcast the arrival of its apex upon the surface, and when it arrives it would be so fundamental (from the bottom to the top) that there would be nothing that can be done about it.
Be warned my friend that the disease of prostate cancer operates similarly, though more sinister as this island inside you delivers a payload of slow and debilitating death.
So you can see why this question bothers me? What are the symptoms they want to ask! They always ask! In other words tell me when it’s too late, when it’s too late I’ll go to the doctor. I have given speeches about preventions and wrote a scary book about the disease of prostate cancer entitled Prostate Cancer and Me... Or You (The Two Stages) Man to Man. It always gives me convulsions though when someone procures the book and turns around with the book in hand to ask me, “So what are the symptoms?” Even when in normal conversation with a mate or bro they always want to ask the same question, the irritating, unnerving question and even for me the sickening question, “What are the symptoms?”
Do You Really Want Symptoms
I believe symptoms are for the poor and hapless, in this sense. The weak and the gullible, the chaff that the wind blows away, and those that have chosen death instead of life. Unfortunately if you read this and at the end of it you do not call your doctor for an appointment you are guilty too. Know this that prostate cancer affects one man in six and the disease could have your name on it. It could be worse if you are a Jamaican as we rule the roost in prostate cancer, with the highest incidence of the disease in the world. It could be making a bee line to your ultimate manhood where it would constrict you like a cobra until your life is snuffed out. Hence my question, is this really what you want? Do you really want symptoms?
Isn't it true that if you have symptoms you are already sick? Symptoms of the cold mean you have the cold, a tooth ache means you have a cavity; headache could mean high blood pressure and so on.
Symptoms Vs. Warnings
symptoms should not be taken or mistaken as warnings as in the case of tornado sirens or even hurricane forecast. Warnings will enable you to get out of dodge and protect yourself and are beneficial to your safety.
Symptoms mean my friends that you are already infected or affected. Fly high or low you are already inoculated by what has caused the symptoms. Symptoms are not nice they are actually dangerous as in the case of prostate cancer that could deliver a devastating payload like a stealth bomber, or if you prefer like a cobra with serious constricting capabilities. When it pops up like the island, your life will never be the same. Take it from one who has been there and has done that.
What are The Symptoms Though
I have mentioned the symptoms many a times in other blogs and even in my book. I will not mention it here. This blog is not to allow you to procrastinate, or pussyfoot around. You will not learn of symptoms here as this could contribute to your premature demise. What you must take from this today is that you due a visit to your doctor from yesterday and you shouldn't wait until tomorrow.
Tomorrow is promised to no one, and then the symptoms might appear, and it might be too late for you.
Go to the doctor and tell them Lloyd Martin sent you that they should do the PSA blood test on you and not only the Digital Rectal Examination. I pray that for you everything would be normal and that the symptoms of prostate cancer are not detectable. For if it is you might have waited too long.
In concluding here is something better yet: stop eating meats grown with growth enhancers for mass production. Grow your own foods as much as you can from pots, pans on your porch, to your backyard garden. Only eat certified organic foods found from certain stores. Remember the longer the shelf life, the shorter your life! And please! Mothers take care of your babies; fathers take care of your sons.
Please feel free to contact me for personal encouragement and more information through the contact page of this website.
Until no resident will say ‘’I am sick” Isaiah 33:24 and until next time, walk good and pack light my friends.
JAMAICAN MEN, LION FISH, AND PROSTATE CANCER
I thought about the combination of this title. Whether it should be Lion fish, Prostate Cancer and Jamaican Men. Or the other arrangement Prostate Cancer, Jamaican Men and Lion fish. But what the heck! Anyway you will get it and after reading this, I hope you will suggest how the tittle should have really been.
What a combination though! Fish, Jamaican men, and a disease. What could quirky me with a possible warped mind be cooking up now? So calling all and sundry school’s in again… so take a seat, please.
War Declared on The Lion
The invasive specie of lion fish, recently ambushed Jamaica and almost devastate its indigenous fish population. As a voracious eater with no known predators the fishermen and the fish eating public of Jamaica was caught with their pants down. People were scared of the thing. Not only did it pack a wallop from stinging needle-like projections from its head, it was and is a prolific breeder. Now Jamaica’s fragile economy could be on its knees from this uninvited creature, and seeing that to import fish on an island where you could drop a line almost anywhere and get dinner, could be a ludicrous idea, war was declared on the lion!
Now Jamaicans revere the four legged lion and what it stands for. It was not even amusing then but appropriate that Snoop Dog went to Jamaica and change his name to Snoop Lion a more befitting name! Courage is one of such attribute of the lion and even inferred by the Good Book... So be it many a piece of wood has been skillfully turned in lifelike imagery of the lion. Pendants have been made, pictures have been drawn, and clothes with lion (Of the Tribe of Judah) have been fabricated and worn. Terms have been coined like “yes mi lion” to mean I respect you sir, and other endearments of reverence.
However one quiet Sunday morning (not necessarily) war was declared on the Lion fish. This lion fish would be dead, decimated and chased back to the pacific from whence it originates, if necessary.
A Tasty Fish
I have an uncle who is an ardent fisherman who complained to me that he couldn't “ketch nuh fish” because of this lion. I had told him, that I heard that if you know how to handle it without being stung, that it was a tasty fish. “Dat might be so bwoy, but mi nah eat dat!” for audiences other than Jamaican, he agreed that it might be true but that he would never eat the fish. The fish is not something you would readily thought was edible, and most Jamaicans are very particular about what they put in their mouth.
However I wasn't the only one who had heard about this tasty quality of this ugly fish, and in no time every fisherman with a spear hear how good the thing taste. The writings were then on the wall for Mr. Lion Fish .
Andrew Zimmern and Lion Fish
To me what sealed their coffin was the intervention of the Bizarre Foods man Andrew Zimmern (see link). Indeed! Andrew went to Jamaica and eat lion fish with some Jamaican fishermen, and every man and boy with a spear and a snorkel started hunting them, and the Jamaican people including my uncle can’t get enough of them now to steam, brown- stew, and fry . I heard it even taste better jerked. So thanks again to Andrew Zimmern, one of my favourite food man in the world, lion fish might be on its way back to the pacific and telling his friends don’t venture near them Jamaicans. (See Yahoo News item)
Other Invasions of Jamaica
Mr. Lion fish should not feel bad though. Over the years many invasive species have been tarred and feathered by the ferocity and fight ability of the Jamaican people. The British invasion was one of such. In 1655 they landed in Jamaica, chase the Spaniards away and illuminated themselves as conquerors. “The Redcoats” as their soldiers were called by the native freed slaves of the Spaniards, soon found themselves at the mercy of a well formulated killing machine.
The Maroons as the freed slaves were called became more than a thorn in their sides but a guillotine on their neck backs. Battalions of the Redcoats were lured into traps, trees shoot back with arrows and tree trunks wielded machetes. These Maroons, intrepid as they were, and with working knowledge of the interior topography were the Redcoats’ nemesis, on the island of Jamaica.
Unable to conquer them a truce was called and a treaty enacted to make them a nation within a nation. Today, existing peacefully as a separate entity and culture.
Invasion of Prostate Cancer
Indeed! Many other stories could be told of Jamaica’s resilience and fight-back-ability in dealing with invasive situations. They always seemed to overcome and quickly stand tall as tails are turned and invasive species be it man or fish could be invariably defeated.
There is one invasive specie that seems to be having the upper hand though. That is prostate cancer. Jamaicans head the world in highest incidence of prostate cancer. A lot of men I personally know in Jamaica are dead not from accidents nor old age but from prostate cancer. From the premier Michael Manley to ordinary folks the invasive specie of prostate cancer in not only making inroads but having the upper hand for a fact.
A resilient people a formidable force of men, dying from a disease that was foreign to our ears when we used to live right and eat right. You go figure!
I could be one dead from prostate cancer too, hadn't I stepped out of the norm and gone to the doctor. I had developed this norm, in spite of my upbringing, to go to the doctor once every 12 months. I have since learned how bad, overgrown foods with steroids and growth hormones are for the human body and especially the prostate gland. So I must say to my Jamaican fellowman, relinquish the pseudo life style of Americanism and return to the style of natural living. Plant what you eat and eat what you plant. Raise your own goats, chickens, pigs, cows, and yes catch your own fish. Doing this could well be the antidote for this invasive specie of prostate cancer.
If you desire me to be a speaker at your event, or for one to one counselling on prostate cancer get in touch with me through my contact page.
Until no resident will say “I am sick” Isaiah 33:24 walk good and pack light.
A CHILD OR TWO AND TEN GUNS
Sometime ago I mentioned that a man is subject to prostate cancer who has not flushed his prostate gland regularly. To put it in simple terms limited sex is not good for a man. This was not the figment of my imagination but was attested to by my doctor and other noted medical personnel.
Recently while driving and minding my own business I heard an announcement on the radio that had me almost pulling over to take notes as the DJ spoke. He had said that there was a noteworthy study that claimed that a woman that has five or less children is subject to breast and ovarian cancers. This is not even new from the medical and health fraternity as the National Cancer Institute in addressing reproductive history and breast cancer risks under Increasing number of births, states : The risk of breast cancer declines with the number of children borne.
It not only reminded me of what I said in my book Prostate Cancer And Me… or You, The Two Stages, (Man to Man) but also of the fact that when growing up in my native Jamaica, it was claimed and emphasized, and particularly by the older folks that a woman who did not have out her lot would be sicky-sicky and may die early. It was no wonder then that yes! they had lots of babies. A baker’s dozen and upwards seemed to be the norm then. With limited television and electronic gadgets to attract them, it was no doubt that people had time to procreate. When I was able to eavesdrop on the old people conversation and able to decode their many trick talk, I realized that they enjoyed it immensely too.
Octo-Mom and Artificial Fertility
This is not to say that octo-moms and artificial fertility is all that and and a bag of chip. Did Jacob's Rachael, the wife that he loved had only two? it stands to reason then that if a woman is shut up from having children, in my opinion that is how she was made and should not be interfered with.
Really though, does it not stand to reason too that if you use some kind of chemical or prevention process to alter natural pro-creativity that there has to be consequences and repercussions? For crying out loud! Some women even take pills to stop them from having regular bleeding cycles.
Paying The Cancer Premium
Once again the old folks were right it seems. They lived long, happily and prospered. Today we are bamboozled to think that to miniaturize families and living on top of one another like hornets in a nest, with two cars and lots of money in the bank is the best life. But if the study is correct and my grandmother and grandfather are right, what a premium to pay though, the premium of breast, ovarian, and prostate cancers.
I am convinced we have it all wrong or backwards. Not to beat a dead horse into the ground, but from biblical times people were allotted enough acreage for big families that would be passed down to succeeding families. Big families could defend each other like how the two sons of Jacob of his twelve, could massacre a whole city for violating their sister. Today though we have traded big families and the protection it offers for a child or two and ten guns.
And as we march up the creek without a paddle we wonder why we stumble and fall upon one another, and why we suffer and die from the various maladies endemic to a system.
Sorry to say many more will have to suffer and many more will have to die, as the path chosen was entirely up to us. Until no resident will say “I am sick” Isaiah 33:24 we have to keep on surviving. I have been blessed with the right to survive. Read more of my survival story in my book mentioned above and other motivating and encouraging expressions in Its On Now and The face of Faces.
Until next time, walk good and pack light my friend.
Until No Resident Will Say "I Am Sick"
Woe to you, you destroyer who has not been destroyed; You betrayer who has not been betrayed! When you finish destroying, you will be destroyed. When you finish betraying, you will be betrayed.
O Jehovah, show us favor. Our hope is in you. Become our arm every morning,
Yes, our salvation in the time of distress. At the sound of turmoil peoples flee. When you rise up, nations scatter. As the voracious locusts gather, so your spoil will be gathered;
People will rush on it like swarms of locusts. Jehovah will be exalted,
For he resides in the heights above. He will fill Zion with justice and righteousness. He is the stability of your times;
An abundance of salvation, wisdom, knowledge, and the fear of Jehovah —This is his treasure. Look! Their heroes cry out in the street;
The messengers of peace weep bitterly. The highways are deserted;
There is no one traveling on the pathways. He has broken the covenant;
He has rejected the cities;
He shows no regard for mortal man. The land mourns and withers away. Lebanon is ashamed; it has decayed. Sharon has become like the desert,
And Bashan and Carmel shake off their leaves.
“Now I will rise up,” says Jehovah,
“Now I will exalt myself; Now I will magnify myself. You conceive dried grass and give birth to stubble. Your own spirit will consume you like a fire. And peoples will become as the burnings of lime. As thorns cut down, they will be set ablaze with fire.
You who are far away, listen to what I will do!
And you who are nearby, acknowledge my might!
The sinners in Zion are in dread; Trembling has seized the apostates: ‘Who of us can live where there is a consuming fire? Who of us can live with unquenchable flames?’ The one who walks in continual righteousness, Who speaks what is upright, Who rejects dishonest, fraudulent gain,
Whose hands refuse a bribe rather than grabbing it, Who closes his ear to talk of bloodshed,
And who shuts his eyes to avoid seeing what is bad
—He will reside in the heights;
His secure refuge will be in rocky strongholds,
His bread will be provided,
And his water supply will never fail.”
Your eyes will behold a king in his splendor;
They will see a land far away. In your heart you will recall the terror: “Where is the secretary? Where is the one who weighed out the tribute? Where is the one who counted the towers?” You will no more see the insolent people,
A people whose language is too obscure to comprehend,
Whose stammering tongue you cannot understand.
Behold Zion, the city of our festivals! Your eyes will see Jerusalem as a tranquil dwelling place,
A tent that will not be moved. Never will its tent pins be pulled out,
And none of its ropes will be torn apart. But there the Majestic One, Jehovah,
Will be for us a region of rivers, of wide canals,
Where no galley fleet will go
And no majestic ships will pass by. For Jehovah is our Judge, Jehovah is our Lawgiver, Jehovah is our King; He is the One who will save us. Your ropes will hang loose;
They cannot hold up the mast nor spread the sail. At that time an abundance of spoil will be divided up;
Even the lame will take much plunder. And no resident will say: “I am sick.” The people dwelling in the land will be pardoned for their error. Until no resident will say "I am sick" it's a survival story.
Until next time time, walk good and pack light.
FOREIGN GOAT IN JAMAICA
What is a foreign goat? The onset of this might sound like a joke or the title of a play, or even a documentary. And in the hands of comedians like Oliver Samuels, the Jamaican face of comedy, this might go to the fifth degree of laughter and ridiculousness.
So then, a foreign goat should from a comedic point of view, be someone who does not understand the customs of life of a visiting country but holds onto his at all costs while traversing the intricacies and complexities of the culture of the country on which he has assailed. No doubt his stubborn adherence will soon point him out as a goat of sorts, foreign for that matter.
When I was growing up in Jamaica dogs used to kill our goats that were left unattended in the woods. A foreign goat for that matter and one with such ostensibility, could well and soon ended up between the teeth of the local wild dogs. All this is to be viewed from a comedic perspective, mark you. However if the comedy is lost in my sarcasm, remember I am not Oliver Samuels.
Where for crying out loud am I going with this foreign goat bit though?
Let me hasten to say I am not trying to be a comedian. That window of opportunity has long gone, and particularly since prostate cancer has made me more serious than ever.
Three Friends and I
Well listen to this! Three friends and I were changing thoughts at a spot this past Saturday when the discussion turned to food and particular the foods tainted with production enhancers etc. One of the fellows who had just returned from Jamaica made the announcement that he alighted on a local spot for lunch with some buddies. He had the inquisitiveness to inquire, and also as one concerned with good health, as to what kind of goat it was that was being served. Most Jamaicans usually ask that question as they would more than likely prefer a Ram goat (known colloquially as Rammy) than a female goat. Everyone from Jamaica who is a goat eater knows the ram meat tastes much better from the urine seasoning from the animal.
My friend was shock at the reply he got. “No mon” the cook said. “This is foreign goat”. “So why you selling foreign goat brethren?” my friend asked. “Because it cheaper to buy”, was the answer.
So there you have it…live and in living color, Foreign Goat In Jamaica for real. This should be a sad state of affairs no matter how you cut it. Jamaica has been the goat-eating capital of the world. Local curry goat has been rivaling Ackee and Salt fish for the center stage National Dish for all time. Manish water (a soup made from the burnt head, skin and feet) is known to strengthen your back and contributes to male virility.
Where Have Jamaican Goats Gone
For goats to be sold in Jamaica cheaper creating significant revenue for goat farmers in America, means that they have taken advantage of the opportunity of a goat eating nation who has no goats.
Also the local goats must be so far and in between that it would fetch premium price that cannot be purchased and cooked and sold at a profit.
“Where have all the goats in Jamaica gone” is a song I could sing Just as “where have all the Jolly Bus gone” by General Trees; dance hall entertainer. We know the jolly bus system has been terminated for a better and more efficient one, but could you say the Jamaican goat has given way to a better goat? Not likely!
I used to have several goats growing up in Jamaica. Our neighbors have goats, the whole community has goats. We used to have goats as pets. These goats fed us, nourished babies with great milk. School us, from the sale of one for books and uniforms, among other things. In fact one’s prosperity could be measured by how many goats he has.
Most parties have to have goat meat and not to mention when there is a big dance at least three have to be killed. In fact the success of most dance hall session on a Saturday night was measured not from how much liquor sold but from how many goats were killed and curried, and made into manish water.
Jamaican goats were easy to raise, could withstand drought conditions as they require little or no water, and some were allowed to roan free to forage and come home at evening time. Jamaican goats were never medicated nor fed from bags with artificial foods with growth poisons as the steroids and growth hormones.
When a Jamaican goat was being cook for Sunday dinner it could be smelled on the wind for untold distances. And you couldn’t wait to pour its savoring juices and succulent meat on a bed of rice and peas. But low and behold there is no more Jamaican goat. If you tell a child born in the past 14 years that an Alsatian dog is a goat he might just believe you, having no contact whatsoever with the animal that was once a part of our livity.
Maybe a foreign goat imbued with Jamaican curry and other spices could have a second to last finish, and the populace will not know any better as they wrap themselves in the pseudo culture of foreign meats sold cheaper. But is this the desirable thing?
Foreign Goat Production
When I used to eat American meat, I asked a store that specialized in organic foods why they were not selling goat meat. The reply to me was that the goat farmers around could not qualify as organic meat farmers. However a search of the internet revealed that there is a prolific goat farming phenomenon across America. What lift my chin up were sites with names like Goat Farming for Beginners, No Goat Left Behind: Getting Americans to eat goat. What cut my throat though was this one, The American Goat Federation.
There used to be a man in my community, lets call him Short Man, who was made shorter by this big Rammy. (local name for ram goat) of his. Short Man used to walk with his Rammy like a dog on a leash. This Rammy was gangster too as walking near him could earn you a horn in your knee. Understand please! How goats were part of the Jamaican existence as this as a final point should attest to!
If this continues the Jamaican goat will soon be an extinct breed. In fact there will not be any goat, as foreign goat in Jamaica is not the animal but the mass produced meat of America.
So big up yourself FOREIGN GOAT IN JAMAICA. Is any wonder then that Jamaica has the highest incidence of prostate cancer in the world as a nation that has availed itself to a staple of meats produced under questionable circumstances?
This is just the continuation of efforts to educate the masses. I do believe I have suffered the illness of cancer from over indulgence and consumption of artificial meats produced in the name of food. Please see Prostate Cancer And Me…Or You, The Two Stages, (Man To Man) in audio and print for more on my survival story, and other works of mine at Amazon Author Central.
Until no resident will say I am sick (Isaiah 33:24) and until next time walk good and pack light.
THE MORAL DILEMMA OF HEALTH INSURANCE
I can eat anything because I have health insurance. I can disregard any tenet of good health, I do not have to exercise or walk for 30 minutes a day, I do not have to drink 8 glasses of water a day, dogs are eating premium foods like the Super Blue brand, and I am eating junk and crap, but I do not have to worry, because I have health insurance.
Such is the moral dilemma of health insurance. This dilemma is strengthened by the many holidays and tailgating of sport events such as the super bowl of yesterday. Usually unselected meats are consumed in gluttonous quantities fueled on by quantities of alcohol. Once you are indulged in this unaccountable life style it is hard to break. Not only is the indulgence of certain foods addictive like those dollar menus offered by fast food chains, but the throw caution to the wind life style may well be too. Soon an otherwise healthy person is being cascaded over the precipitous ledge of ill health, sufferation and death.
The life that was a gift… now is thrown back in the face of the Life Giver by this wanton disregard, and the pseudo protection of health insurance, soon becomes the net, that lowers you in the grave.
Before lowering you on the bed of maggots and your covering of worms though, you would have drained the monetary system of valuable resources that could have contributed to education of farmers and in subsidizing them for the proper production of crops and meat. According to a CNN report recently, the Food and Drugs Administration (FDA) has finally admitted that farmers frequent use of antibiotics have contributed to the increase of these resistant bacteria, (CNN news item) that have announced themselves upon society. Surely education and the reinvention of the food production wheel is of vital importance and we could be appropriately putting the horse before the cart instead of how it is now.
These resources, drained by health insurance, could have been used to eradicate steroids and growth enhancers in meat production and prevent the very cancers that you would have died from.
These same monies could have been used for proper housing where people are sardined like slaves on a transatlantic slave ship, to be stripped of the livity (Energy or live force flowing through living things) that humans are so entitled to. Abraham was told to roam the land, and the tower of Babel was dismantled by an act of God yet we still sardined ourselves from a mis-edification and trick.
Indeed! Before your lights are out you would have contributed to the deployment of more potions and poisons in the name of good health and making billions for corporations and health care services. All of this because you believed you could fly based off the surety of health insurance.
Shouldn’t health insurance start with you?
Remember this fact that many years ago in the days of our fore parents no health insurance was afoot yet they lived long and durable lives. Those days the pharmacy was the bushes and forests and the health care professionals were the elders. (See the life of Mum of a previous blog) Those elders would normally care for you and advise you free of cost too.
Ok... go on, take your plunge through that open door provided by health insurance. I took that plunge and failed when prostate cancer knocked on my door. Who knows you might live to tell the tales when they scoop you up and patch you back. But I guarantee you, you will never be the same.
So please stop and smell the coffee before a dog piss on your grave. Take charge of your health and become a real survivor in these times. and above all don't get caught in the net of health insurance and be a victim of its churning debris and its moral dilemma.
Please see my survival story documented in a selfless manner for your benefit entitled Prostate Cancer And Me…Or You, The Two Stages (Man To Man) In print and in audio. Also view supplemental works of inspiration and hope in The Face Of Faces and Its On Now, all at Amazon Author Central.
Until no resident will say I am sick Isaiah 33:24 and until next time walk good and pack light.
Gimme Some Earthworms and Termites
A good lady I know died last week at 94 years old. She was cracking jokes in her last throes of life when she told her son’s wife that her son couldn’t sing.
Her son knew she was dying. Everyone knew she was dying. She was in and out of consciousness and on one of those conscious moments she had heard her son croaked this song ROCK -A –BY- BABY IN A TREE TOP. The song was the same one she used to sing to him when he was a baby. As he rubbed her forehead and sang, I mean croaked, he had no idea she was hearing. Afterwards it was his wife’s turn to visit her on that hospice bed, without opening her eyes she said “David can’t sing”.
A few things are unique about this woman. The first I mentioned already that she was a wise cracker and that she lived to 94 years, but the other is that she used to eat dirt and lots of it. She personally told me that hadn’t she had the wherewithal to eat dirt she would not have survived when she had no one to take care of her, when she was abandoned as a child.
Mineral Composition of Earth
A lot of people might say oh how unfortunate she was! But remember this… she lived to 94 years and was not sick in her entire life. Am I saying that eating dirt gave her longevity? Of course not… but can it be discounted? could be the other question.
This beautiful lady also told me that had she not eaten dirt she would have died from hunger and starvation. It seems so reasonable as when we look at the composition of dirt it significantly correlates to the composition of the human body. (Human body vs earth composition). I am not surprised at this as the good book says that we were created from the ground.
Earth Worms and Proteins
Most survivor experts in fact all survivor experts will attest to the fact that these creepy crawlers are imbued with proteins and can, and have saved many lives when there is nothing else to eat. I myself have not eaten worms (Yet) but am completely open to consume those crawly slimy buggers at a moments notice. My wife on the other hand would rather die first, even when a little hot sauce should make it go down good. And if hot sauce doesn’t work, Walkerswood Jerk Seasoning from Jamaica should. Yeah mon! I am prepared to even jerk dem suckers.
Bugs and Termites
I have already eaten bugs like cricket and Parchcorns (June Beetle). This June Beetle gets its Jamaican name of Parchcorn, from the popping sound they make when they hit the fire. This is not a Jamaican thing, i.e. eating Parchcorns, but I couldn’t say no to the culinary adventure that was presented to me by some Mexican buddies in California. The treats of crickets and Parchcorns, on separate occasions were crispy, tasty and spicy and went well with Mexican Carona beer.
Food is undoubtly the staff of life, and if we have to have longevity it makes sense to be careful about what to eat, especially when foods are killing us, and causing cancers with their chemicals and growth enhancers. I couldn’t say it better than this article linked here for your edification (Termites and Earthworms as Potential Alternative source of Protein...)
So all the incentives are there. Earthworms and those bugsies are cheaper to come by than all other meats, and are one hundred percent better for you. If you do not have a backyard where you can trap or invite insects you can grow your own earth worms in your basement or anywhere that you can cut a drum pan and put earth in. I have seen this done to supply worms to bait shops for money and it actually made a striving business. But how about for food? Especially when we have to survive in these critical times hard to deal with.
So if you catch my drift…mother earth provides everything good for you. From edible dirt, to bugs, worms, grass, you name it.
It’s a pity we continue to kill it and ourselves in the process, by dumping chemicals, agricultural runoffs etc. in it. However when in doubt go get some bugs and worms, they usually live and abide in the pristine parts of the earth.
Yes I am a survivor. I like the idea of surviving. Please see my survival story entitled Prostate Cancer And Me…Or You (The Two Stages) Man to Man (also in audio) and Supplemental poetry works In Its On Now and The Face Of faces, at Amazon Author Central.
So until no resident will say I am sick, and food flows over the mountain top, walk good and pack light.
Prostate Cancer And Me…Or You (The Two Stages) Man to Man
Today I read in its entirety, a different form of my book. It was the audio version.
This audio version is available by clicking here (Audible.com) and soon to be available in iTunes and at Amazon.com.
As I look back and realize my emancipation from prostate cancer and its dreadfulness, I am overcome by distinct emotions of triumph and success. However on listening to this audio version narrated through the emotive voice of Don Baarns of Baarns Narration and VO Company, in fact hearing my own story and experiences narrated to me, brought back certain realism and feelings that made me very sad, especially because of who I know that have died since. Those who have indeed fallen like autumn leaves… and who were in the ranks of friends and family.
While I am immensely grateful for nipping prostate cancer in the bud journey back through this medium made me wonder how on earth was I able to write all that. Anyone who knows me will attest to the fact that I am very reticent and introverted. However something broke that dam inside me and out came by guts.
The New Platform
This version will give me a new platform from which to preach or announce the fight and strategies against prostate cancer. Truth is I did not choose this fight but it chose me, for whatever reason. I have not seen the mountain top yet either so the works continue.
To prevent many more from suffering and many more from dying from this choke-holding disease, lets hold hands and educate and help one another to gain better footings against this disease.
I have A Dream
I have a dream though. And trust me this dream is the basis of my hope, this dream is in the promise of the Almighty one that there soon will be no more crying from sickness and death. But until then the rope across this chasm might be wobbly and uncertain, but if we join hands and hearts we might be able to build a better bridge.
A better bridge of less sickness and a better bridge of less bereavement from prostate cancer.
Special thanks to Don Baarns who took more than the usual attention to this work to bring it to life in such extraordinary fashion, and to all those who have already liked it on Facebook, to help spread the word.
Remember this that sometimes to reach back to help may slow you down but to prod ahead may make for a lonely journey. Therefore please help a fiend today by the information that you will glean from this book of my personal triumphs and survival.
Until next time, please walk good and pack light.
Bullying is like cancer. It rears its ugly head up when least expected and wreck havoc in unsuspecting and vulnerable individuals. Like cancer it even demands the ultimate price of death, payable by horrible, slow and debilitating means.
The corroding path that bullying takes, backs up the individuals who are deficient of certain strengths, into inescapable corners and suck and squeeze their life out, just like cancer.
Bullying And The NFL
The stage of humane treatment and civilization, was recently alighted on by the unwelcoming dark light of bullying again.
The confounded acts, acts of regression into subhuman behavior and the caninistic behavior of that of a head feral dog, visited us again. This act though subcultural, of basement mentality, and sadistic, was once again launched into the atmosphere of our conscience. Reasonably it revolted most of us who appropriately cried foul. It was the acts of bullying in the NFL where one lineman of the Miami Dolphins was suspended for his
head-feral-dog behavior, to an otherwise docile new comer.
This act has gone so far, that it had to gain national attention. Any lesser form of the harassment of another human being in this arena, would have deemed as a right of passage, in the proliferation of America’s favorite sport.
When I was Bullied
I grew up in a society that had no tolerance for bullying. In fact the concept of bullying was not even a part of our existence. Many a boy was named “Bully” as a pet name. There were two such boys in my extended family and there was not one vile bone in either of them. Albeit one, who was a prankster. Indeed! To name one BULLY was endearing and affectionate as any other pet name.
This was not to say that there wasn’t a boy or girl for that matter who wouldn’t try to be dominant. It seemed to be normal then with no lasting effect or scar to one’s personality, as invariably, this never went too far. However, if it happens a serious price would have to be paid.
In my time no child was to go home with a complaint about another child harassing (or bullying) them. What you were supposed to do was to take care of matters yourself by whatever means necessary.
(In my book Prostate Cancer And Me…Or You, The Two Stages (Man To Man) I told how I dealt with one such bully).
We would put out the lights of a bully by either ambushing him, or form a pack to beat the crap out of him. If that couldn’t work them we would get a don’t care cousin (One who doesn’t respect God nor man) to bust him up, pugilisticly of course, for us and that is where it would start and stop.
Bullying in other institutions
As I grew older though, I became aware of a type of bullying in boarding schools and colleges that was called “Ragging”. This was indeed for rights of passage and new comers were styled “Grubbs”. (In other worlds “Hazing would be the term for “Ragging”).
Be it known though, that not everyone was subjected to this treatment of “Ragging”.
If you were from certain parts of town you would automatically be a roughneck or from some roughneck connection and no body wants what roughnecks dish out.
If you were big as my friend we called “Bulbos” no one messes with you either. If you could fight and known to kick a teeth or two in, you would certainly be avoided too. I had the pleasure of seeing one senior who was up for some “grubbing” got his face Bruce-Leed by an unassuming freshman. A “kickster” that he was, he was never grubbed again.
So even though there was “bullying” it was kept within the confines of pokings and jokes and not to beat someone down into subservience.
The Bullying of My Son
My son was recently bullied in school and because I did not want to teach him to fight, and especially in the dirty ways I used to fight, I took actions into my own hands, and thereby prevented him from becoming physical with the bully.
This society in my opinion condones and nestles bullying where the offender is not immediately bashed. Facts have to be gathered, witnesses have to be called, opinions have to be given, and sometimes injustice is served. This typically gives a bully the grounds and confidence to continue.
The one who is offended is then left to crawl in a hole or run the risk of reporting the bully to the institution and be ostracized.
Knowing this, this was how I reacted as explained by this letter I wrote to the school:
(School’s name and date)
The ugly and monstrous head of bullying was meted against my child (Child’s name). Because your school and administration is known for a zero tolerance disposition towards this scourge of society I have no misconception that this will be dealt with decisively and severely.
During a transition from class to class yesterday, a boy that my son does not know by name (My son is new) ripped off his cap from his head. According to my son he had proceeded to throw this cap into the trash, when my son held onto it. The boy, in typical bullying fashion, continued to pull the cap away and thereby ripped the locking mechanism to the back of it, rendering the cap useless.
The only infraction my son committed, if you could call it that, was not to report this to you or another administrator. I am not surprised at this as we do teach our children not to be confrontational or volatile. Your investigation into this matter will find that there are witnesses to this dastardly behavior and the evidence of the cap is returned to you for your examination. These should by themselves give you the fuel by which to burn and destroy this unprovoked act of deprivation against my son.
Under these circumstances, please understand that I will not sit back idly where my son’s moral strength, individuality and self esteem are threatened by a bully.
I therefore leave this matter in your capable hands and will remain as a concerned parent, till I hear from your or advised further.
It is a good thing my son has me to fight for him, or God knows what could become of him in this society. Because of my immediate arrival on the scene the situation was effectively rectified and addressed. Truly, I know how to survive and will lend my surviving tactics to my sons. I have been surviving through the seventies, the eighties the nineties and now the two thousands. I have even survived the man disease of prostate cancer.
The End Of All Cancers
I do believe in the imminent ending of all cancers, be it bullying or otherwise.
It will take a destruction of a system as you cannot put new wine in old wine skins. My son may have to survive more bullying cancers, hopefully not prostate cancer like his dad.
It is a sad thing to have prostate cancer, but if caught early it is survivable. This is usually in the later years of one’s life. It is the worst thing though when a child or younger person is bullied and who have to live a sad secluded life, and suffer the pangs of a degraded soul.
I have told my full survival story in the publication mentioned above, and I was bold enough to stand up to the bullies of my life. I feel sad for those who will not stand up and pushed aside like the fellow who had to walk away from the Miami Dolphins because of the other gorilla on the loose.
My story is told, I can tell my son’s story, but how many others will not be told and how many more will suffer, and how many more will die?
Until the end of all cancers is here let us continue surviving.
Please visit my author page at Amazon Author Central for more information on Prostate Cancer And Me…Or You, The Two Stages (Man To Man) and take a peek at my other works in Its On Now and The Face Of Faces.
Until next time walk good and pack light.
I am the president of Lloyd Martin Publications Inc. I have taken on the task to enlighten others about Prostate Cancer through my personal story.