Blood type diet

Oh man! I’m on a roll today! That was great! This is what a lot of good meat
does for ya!
So I’ve got this one cup (dry) of rice that’s been soaking for like four days
already.
I’ve been playing around with my grains of rice… it being a collection of
living beings and all that. Now, I know from my psi studies that plant life
isn’t a kind of totally passive vegetable like we’ve been taught to assume.
Rather, vegetables don’t move perceptively but they do move, and they may SEEM
passive but they aren’t necessarily brain dead as the term “vegetable” as
applied to a human being is. And this whole “he’s in a coma, brain dead. He’s no
different than a vegetable.” is totally bogus, dude! Why, the Time-Life books on
all things that fall into the category “parapsychological phenomena” (say that
ten times fast!) and the book “The Secret Life of Plants” are very good
literature describing the measurable thought activity of our plant friends.
For instance, did you know that when plants are hooked up to devices similar to

lie detectors, measuring their electrical field output similar to our galvanic
skin response, kind of like an electrocardiograph, that they produce reading
eerily similar to our own electro-magnetic field fluctuations? It’s true. When a
human is told to enter a room and open an envelope and follow the instructions
on the piece of paper inside interesting things happen… For example, when
there just happens to be an innocent houseplant hooked up to some electrical
sensors in that same room, and the person walks into the room, as instructed,
and opens the envelope and reads the instructions on the little piece of paper
and the instructions are to tear off a leaf or even whack the plant harshly, or
break a branch or even tear it apart or some other very unkind act to the
innocent plant that same plant will produce electrical activity like a human or
other animal that experiences terror. Isn’t that interesting?
One time, an experiment had someone interacting with a plant, while that person
was doing something (my memory fails on the specifics, it was something like
watering it or tending to it in some manner I think) the person monitoring the
electrical output of the plant noticed that the plant, at one specific point in
time had simply stopped reacting to the human in the experiment. Puzzled, the
monitor inquired and the human subject revealed that at that point he had made a
comparison and had evaluated the “quality” of the plant subject as being
inferior to the same kind of plant that it turns out the human subject had at
home. Was the plant in the experiment miffed? Was this plant exhibiting an
emotional reaction?
In the exciting experiments with plants it seems that the individual plants that
are maimed can remember, after several weeks which human being had mauled them
in the name of science… and experience fear when the humans draw near, and
show a resurgence of that fear when the humans are instructed to, once more in
the name of scientific exploration, hurt that plant.
Plants can bond with people, just like pets, lovers, family and friends. An
astronaut and a houseplant were monitored during the astronaut’s time in outer
space, a distance were radio waves, which are electro-magnetic radiation, aren’t
fast enough for the instantaneous communication we take for granted here on
earth. During periods when the astronaut was experiencing extreme emotions, when
the results were compared it turned out the houseplant had undergone very
similar, practically identical readings, suggesting that the plant was
experiencing sympathetic emotions. Bonded pregnant couples can exhibit this, as
nearly 50% of the men experience sympathetic “birth pains”. Hmmmmm.
Sex. Sadness. They register in the bonded plants, almost as if they too were
experiencing these emotions… taking a look at the indigenous cultures of
humans throughout the world, and the ideas of plants as living, sentient
creatures capable of communication akin to conversation with the shamans,
witchdoctors, priests, etc. becomes a lot more credible in light of hardcore
scientific equipment readings measuring electrical activity. In Ayurvedic
medicine the plants are considered almost as pure nervous systems, with souls,
energy bodies and physical bodies, possessing a heirarchy of living sheaths,
just like humans. Burning bushes… the tree of life… Hmmmm…. Could it be
that the shamanic practices of the world’s people, the hallucingenic,
psychedelic trips induced by HERBS, PLANTS, and FUNGI in the aspiring young
college science major’s body/brain/mind are real, that the mental experience of
our fellow living beings are actually real? Hmmmm……
These things crash through my consciousness whenever I hear the morally
righteous vegans and vegetarians bash the cruel meat eaters for their unfeeling
assault and barbaric practice of eating the flesh of animals who feel and suffer
just as we do. Oftentimes these vegan/vegetarians eat their plant “food” raw,
unaltered, totally living! Not only that, but many vegan/vegetarians actually
brag about what percentage of their food they consume in its raw, unaltered
state! Sometimes they even grind their “food” up, or blend or “juice” their raw
fruits and vegetables! And they’re proud of it! Food for thought… Or food that
thinks? This madness must end!
Ryan Darius Partovi is right, we must keep in mind that vegan/vegetarians often
take their convictions and arguments to the level of a religion, and this
extremism has apparently warped their basic views of sentient, living beings. I
would say that, as all animals that are prey understand in an intimate way,
through their millions upon millions of years of evolution, that intuition, that
extra-sensory perception that allows us, even us humans, to sense when a
predator has set eyes upon us, that instinctual reaction to our environment so
keen, so deep within us that the mundane masses know not how they know when
their heads whip around and make contact with another pair of eyes from outside
our peripheral vision, we all evolve to whatever degree we can to sense others,
it is inherent in the struggle to survive. Even plants, who do not possess the
means to evade their predators, such as giant grass-eating monsters with eight
stomachs and four hard hooves and a huge, terrifying, gaping maw of a mouth!,
these plants know, they just KNOW what is going on! And, given the evidence that
even human beings, mammals, have skin that can detect different frequencies,
actually discern between different colors of light on the electro-magnetic
spectrum (”light” as we commonly know it is a form of electro-magnetic
radiation…) on our skin, our epidermis, isn’t it possible that plants can also
sense light… and other frequencies of the spectrum of electro-magnetic
radiation? Hmmmm…….
Well, that’s just my sober understanding of it, from a purely intellectual
point-of-view. We already possess the technology and the intellectual evidence
to prove that even plants exist, on the level of pure Mind, as sentient entities
capable of far greater perception and character than us disconnected, obscured,
confused and disoriented humans from our insane cultures have at first
ignorantly allowed in our individual minds. I think they deserve more credit.
This is how my intellect, with something as basic as a houseplant, cannot
realistically deny the mystical reality of our living Universe.
So this one quart glass pot of rice has been sitting here for a few days… I’ve
taken it farther then before, certainly farther than any other rice. Only the
sprouted kamut have I taken this far (and it wasn’t even that
good/strengthening). Some observations:
Soaking is important, re-hydrating the ovums of course allows them to come to
life, water is the basis of life. However, as I can measure their life speed,
the rate at which they live, their metabolism by how much foam is released and
the coloration of the soak water I have found that the grains, these ovums
increase in their metabolism if they are allowed to breathe air as well as drink
water. Instead of just rinsing a few times, instead of rinsing and allowing to
breathe for an hour or two I have opted to allow this pot of organic short-grain
sweet rice to breathe for several hours, even overnight or while I’m away at
work. The soak water immediately after such breathing sessions is much “dirtier”
than if I just soak and rinse the grains of rice. This makes sense, as in nature
these grains, these seeds, these plant eggs (ovums) aren’t immersed in just
water, but exist in the earth’s soil and are exposed to the air in the porous
dirt and are (hopefully) allowed to drink the moisture in the ground.
So the breathing thing fits and works. Also, the “dirty” “yucky” “icky” “smelly”
soak water is perfectly nutritious water for my own beautiful houseplants. And
they show it by growing beautifully. The plants know what to do with the
anti-nutrients and enzyme inhibitors released into the soak water, or maybe its
all the bacterial life that lives within the healthy soil my plants inhabit that
does that work in the glorious cycle of life, three potted microcosms of the
plant/bacteria/fungi/mold/etc life symphony.
Not only that, but the glass sauce pot they are in has been getting awfully warm
recently! I know my stove, I’ve been living in this apartment for over two years
now and I know that the burner my beloved short-grain rice is sitting on only
gets warm when the broiler is on in the oven, and I haven’t been using the
broiler! They are warming the water and the glass cookingware that contains it
all by themselves! Now that’s what I call biologically active food! I didn’t
know they had such powerful biological activity… My respect has grown even
more since doing this experiment. They are not only alive, they are vigorous and
very active. I wonder if they know… most probably they do, how could they not?
I’m the only thinking mammal that has been living in close proximity to them and
directly involved with their life, actively changing their water and attending
to their living, sentient needs. I bet they know of my intentions to eat them,
to consume their flesh, to assimilate their physical being into my own flesh and
blood. Even these little things of life can be truly profound.
Well, I wonder if the fermented honey is beginning to make it’s influence known
in my writing. I’ve had this honey and fermented alcohols (the product of
micro-organisms!) in my body, brain and mind since the last sentence of the
paragraph before the one preceding this one… thoughts are blurry… mind is
racing, the body temporarily speeding up on the mixture of alcohols and sugars
(both of which are very valid forms of energy, along with the fatty acids which
are the preferred form of energy by some cells of the nervous system (including
brain) and kidneys and heart). Whoo! Time to go out walking in downtown
Minneapolis, I have a lot of people to observe (and feel?) in this kaleidoscopic
increasingly psychedelic Universe!
On that note, before I walk into the jungle of my city (Axle Rose’s “Welcome to
the Jungle” breaks into my freshly intoxicated, barbituated stimlulated* healthy
brain) I’m going to describe my glass container of rice. I see a lot of ovoid
ovums, with long tails. The sprouts are about 2-4 times longer than the short
ovoid grains… they look like… pure, living life. The first, miraculous stage
of life. Sentient and lively, packed with enzymes and all the nutrients they
need to break through the layer of dirt… that they were evolutionarily
designed to break through. Of the plant world, of which my body isn’t quite as
capable of extracting the most nutrition and energy from, it is this stage that
has the most concentrated biological activity and life force energy. It is
comforting to realize that almost all of the anti-nutrient and enzyme inhibitors
have been released, that practically everything that could work against my own
living organism has been eradicated from these ovums. It is also very amusing in
my quickened inebriated state of mind to see that they also look like the other
side of us humans. They are the ovums of the plant world, and look strangely
similar to the male gametes of our species… Oh, how the words collide in the
roiling cauldron of my mind! I wonder if there are enzymes still living in this
fermented honey… ahh, rice spermatozoa breathing on my stove and the nector,
the feminine juices of the plant world… the flowers… the genitals of my
vegetal friends… the bees, servants to the Divine… sucking all the nectar
from those beautiful genitals… whose very scent calms us, heals us, cajoles us
into a better place… to be partially digested and regurgitated as stored food
for the young… but extracted for fermentation, to be eaten and transformed by
more primitive single-celled organisms into the living culture for my
consumption… life!
So that’s my bowl of rice. A gallimaufry of thoughts for your consideration.
*oops!
Sincerely,
Axel O+ secretor

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