Rosemary Mason MB ChB FRCA
Compiled with information from a global network of beekeepers, independent scientists and environmentalists
We Are What We Eat – The poisoning of our food supply
“We now live in a world where it is considered beneficial and necessary to spray poison over all our food and to add more poison (dye, preservatives, flavor enhancers, etc) in processing our food. Then we take more poison to counteract the poisons. Beam me up Scotty, the inmates are insane.” Read the rest of this entry »
This website is designed to provide comprehensive yet simple guidelines for each individual to approach their respective city council with tools on how to end GMO cultivation and toxic pesticides associated with them in their own city or county.
This has been done in San Juan County, Washington and other cities across the nation. Proactive citizens all across the country have taken a stance and made their voices heard, and have made a positive change in their cities by urgently requesting the end of GMO cultivation – this can be done and is being done on local levels, right now, in over 30 cities across the U.S. – but there are as many as 30,000 cities across the nation – we need your help! Read the rest of this entry »
Barbara H. Peterson
You! That’s right, you! Put your hands up and back away from the seed bag…
Taking off the gloves. Throwing down the gauntlet. Making an example. Use any cliche you like. Monsanto’s campaign to stamp out seed piracy could land you in hot water.
Just saving seed? No, you are committing an act of seed piracy, and that my friend, is illegal. Read the rest of this entry »
This is not a story that will make you feel good. It will not tickle your funny bone, or make you smile. It is a story that is being played out all across the nation as our economy dives headfirst into the trash bin, and it’s ugly.
Once upon a time there were 23 horses. These horses did not choose to be where they are. They merely exist at the whim of incompetence, greed and failed dreams.
They do not understand why they have been uprooted from their former prison of abuse and hauled across country only to be let loose in yet another cage without food, water, or security. They do not understand why the horses next door get hay to eat every day, twice a day. They only know hunger, thirst and want. This is their lot. A cruel fate created by the very humans that are supposed to be taking care of them. And it’s not an isolated case. It’s happening all across the country. Read the rest of this entry »
Cutie Pie hops on the window sill and stares out at the world with a look in her eyes that sees far beyond the glass.
A look that reveals an inner yearning to fly beyond the horizon, as far as her wings can take her.
She is yearning to be free…
Cutie Pie is a tiny bird that arrived at my home with a hurt wing. Not even a fledgling. She had evidently fallen out of the nest and there was no getting her back in. So, in the house she came for rehabilitation.
I have never nurtured such a tiny, young creature before, and it was touch and go for a while. Up every 1 – 2 hours for feedings from a small syringe filled with a homemade concoction that I put together using nothing but a wing and a prayer; Turning the bathroom into an aviary so that she could exercise her wings and get strong enough to fly; Giving her the run of the bedroom. Cages? We don’t need no stinkin’ cages! Checking on her and bringing food out to her on her first day in the tree. Watching as she grows more and more confident in her ability to fly from tree to post to fence to bush, graceful and acrobatic, not hesitating for an instant.
Scares the dickens out of me thinking of such a tiny creature on her own outside in the big unknown. I check on her constantly, and when I do, she buzzes me and talks like crazy, then buzzes off. It’s like she’s telling me about all of her adventures in the wild and wooly outdoors.
It occurs to me that I have learned something extremely valuable in this experience. And that is… Read the rest of this entry »
Let me clarify that. Slavery to the corporate State. Government and mega-corporations work hand in hand.
The incurably naïve believe the State is beneficent. The government is kind. The government knows what to do. The government will solve society’s ills if we let it.
Of course, the government, in the form of NSA, is spying on everybody all the time—but you see, that’s not really the government. It’s a rogue element.
Sure it is. And rainbows will appear at any moment and the people of Earth will experience a galactic frequency that eradicates all impulses toward conflict.
To put it another way, people see what they want to see.
“Ahem, when I say ‘government,’ I don’t mean the CIA or the Pentagon or the FDA or the President’s national security team, or fraudulent federal scientists, or the whole lot of venal people in Congress, or corrupt prosecutors and judges or invasive bureaucrats or paper-pushing money-sucking desk jockeys.”
Of course not. Government is an idea in the mind of God.
And when you think about it, the NSA watches over us to make sure we stay on the path of righteousness. It’s absurd to be suspicious of the State. The authors of the Constitution, who tried to limit central authority, were a bunch of paranoids. Read the rest of this entry »
At a farmer’s fair in Krakow, South Poland, in early May, I spoke to a Romanian peasant. He was demonstrating clay pot making using a foot treadle to spin the plate upon which the pots were being formed by his deft hands.
I remarked how attractive I found this technology due to its lack of reliance upon any electrical power source. He nodded, saying “No other power required.” The conversation swung to the need to remain independent; independent of state and industry controlled sources of power. Because being dependent upon centralised power, be it energetic or political, means always owing something to someone or something; whereas to be free of such a burden enables one to form strategic relations where one pleases. This form of sharing creates a natural form of interdependence with fellow humans, rather than dependence on governments and corporations. He nodded again.
A colourful troupe of Gorale (Polish mountain farmers) were stamping their feet to the rousing notes of a merry fiddle while weaving a circular pattern through and amongst each other, shouting out in occasional bravura. My Romanian friend was looking-on, his non-treadle foot tapping out the folk song’s rhythms. After a little he turned towards me and said “The farmer is the future.”
Now this struck me as a very profound statement. Many may well cynically laugh at such an idea. In those peoples’ minds is the notion that food will always magically appear from … well … somewhere – and that farmers, that is ‘real farmers’ like the Romanian and Polish peasants, are an anachronism, a romantic back-drop, a picture postcard of a time gone by.
The majority of people in Westernised societies have long since abandoned any attempt to source their foods from anything other than the most convenient and/or cheapest supermarket stores that carefully screen-out any correlation between the end product and the grower. That, after all, might shock the buyer into realising that there still are some human hands involved in the process whereby they acquire their daily meals. It’s much more comforting for them to imagine that their beloved supermarket somehow spirits their daily needs out of some super hygienic, sanitized, forever sunny, manicured Astroturf garden.
The Eastern European peasant family farmer does not know much about what goes on in the corporate run, European Union subsidised, monocultural deserts that churn-out and almost endless supply of nitrate induced, vitamin depleted and pesticide protected – so called ‘foods’. He will not know what the majority of Westernised consumers dump into their trolleys on the way to the check-out desk, car boot and home freezer chest.
This farmer does know, however, that a very strange thing has happened to people over the past few decades. Something that seems to have taken them away from values which, to the good farmer, are pretty much sacrosanct. Values like never wasting valuable resources and living from the fruits of one’s labours. About independence and love of a way of life in the open fields, open air, one that somehow keeps one always close to God. Read the rest of this entry »