My Magnetism

I have an appointment at the Cancer Care Center to get my phlebotomy, which is a blood draw. It is not to be confused with a lobotomy. Some might want to do that to me… to shut me up, but oh well.

I have Hemochromatosis. It is an iron overload disease. It is called the Celtic Curse with the Luck of the Irish. It is one of the few genetic disorders that may not affect you as long as you get your blood draws. I will lose 3500 calories today, so there are some positive benefits. I will feel super weak for rest of the day. Hemochromatosis is the most common disorder in Northern European descent. It is higher in Irish descendants. I must be a walking around transducer, is my theory. I stay away from lightning storms, just in case.  I believe the attraction of magnetics to iron explains the deep Spiritual connections the Celtics have. The disorder came about because our ancestors needed to store iron for the famine times. Our DNA mutated to help us survive. I will look at the positives here instead of all the damage my organs may have taken. I believe my Mom had it because she died at only 61 of a massive heart attack. Hemochromatosis masks an array of diseases and most Doctors never catch it.

I recommend anybody that has European roots, to spend the money to get tested because it can save your life. Last time I checked at this link, it was ninety nine dollars. Ninety nine dollars for peace of mind is worth it. It should be a common blood test by Doctors because it is such a common disease. Please check out these two sites.

http://www.americanhs.org/celtic.htm

http://celticcurse.org/

The Stars

The Stars

The Stars

Goodness does not destroy and murder, whilst evil enslaves, rapes,  and kills.
Humans sought as slavery thrills.
Stalked and hunted as prey, once the kill, the thrill has gone upon its merry way.
They will come knocking at your door and maybe they will see you no more.
Watch out for the shim sham shadies, who sweet talks the men and ladies!
Indeed my friend-Take the heed.
Do not let them steal your brain, for only this is what keeps you wise, worthy,  and sane!
Wake up and shake up your sleepy little head and check the stars, for what is read and never dead.

Boil and bubble… toil and trouble… What does the old man grow???
For it is his treasure, that you haunt and want, truly you seek to know.
He will not let you miss, until he grows into the beast of the east, to take you to the darkness of abyss.
Have you not heard, the truth is in the word.
Seek the truth that leads the way and you will know, what is the wisdom of the day.
No worries my child for the lifting up is peacefully mild…
So rest your sleepy head and gaze upon the stars, that are read and never dead.

Eons upon Eons

Eons upon Eons

We may live next door to you…
We may see thee, through and through…
Tough times, fun times, and no times…
Eons upon eons, beyond these rhymes…

As innocence is taught to our young…
No lying, stealing, and hugs in loving songs…
Be honorable to all thou neighbors…
Respect all fruits and labors…

Some beg, plead, and expect from others…
Some no longer work as sharing sisters or brothers…
Where has honor gone amongst our neighbors
When some, covet our fruits and labors…

Kings and Queens in all their ways…
Are enslaving us for harder days…
Fools, slaves, one and all…
Minds, bodies, and spirits to take the great fall..
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All because we may live next door to you…
We may hear you, through and through…
Rough times, happy times, and all times…
Eons upon eons beyond these rhymes…