The wonderful Stinging Nettle

A year ago, I wrecked my shoulder metal detecting. In the beginning, my husband worked the machine and did heavy digging. I could work the probe! But then he had, first, a mini stroke and then a heart attack, So we put ourselves out to pasture!

The first month of my wrecked shoulder, I SUFFERED! Then I went to the doctor. His prescription of Inflammation Reducing Pills (NSAIDs), were so savage on peoples' stomachs, that he also had to prescribe more pills to protect my stomach from destruction. It frightened me. I am not a pill person.

But serendipity intervened, On the Internet, I happened to find this article. Dr Christopher's Herbal Legacy

The bit that jumped out at me was quote "The leaves of the fresh nettle plant are stimulating, thus making it a powerful rubefacient. Arthritis, bursitis, rheumatism, gout, and tendonitis have all been treated successfully with urtification. In a group of eighteen patients with joint pain treated with the topical use of the nettle sting, all except one respondent were sure that the therapy had been very helpful, and several considered themselves cured"

I had never heard of a Rubefacient or urtification - quote - from History of Stinging Nettles A standard practice of flogging oneself with the fresh nettle plant, called urtification, was prescribed to treat such illnesses as chronic rheumatism, lethargy, coma, paralysis, and even typhus, and cholera. This practice of urtification is known to many cultures and has been used for thousands of years. The Roman soldiers are said to have brought their own nettle to the British Isles to treat their tired, painful legs on long marches in the cold and wet climate by urtification, thus stimulating the circulation. Documentation or anecdotal reports of its use in this way have been found among the Ecuador Indians, ancient Romans, and Canadian and American native tribes."

I went out and collected some stinging nettles and used the on my shoulder and arm. The result was astonishing. They sorted my shoulder more efficiently than the doctor's pills.

I used them twice a day for about five days I think. But just in case the pain might return through the winter when nettles are not available, I potted a beauty and it grew all winter in the sunlight on the bathroom windowsill. I simply had to warn our guests of its presence.

As my nettle plant and me became friends, I used it even if I felt a faint twinge in my arm or shoulder, and also I found other uses for it. For cuts, bruises or under skin bleeds on my hands from bumping them as happens to older people, sticking it into my friendly nettle, accelerated healing.

The scientific explanation is that the body responds to the sting by rushing naturally produced hormones and anti inflammatory chemicals to the site. The site happens to be your wound, or pain which gets sorted out as well. Simples! And it works!

But there is more!

I am a peripheral diabetic - Type11 threatening but not actually. For a year I have controlled my blood sugar with diet. The Paleolithic Diet actually. The Diabetic nurse is quite impressed! But I now also have another secret - Stinging Nettle Tea.

I discovered Nettle Tea reduces blood sugar - and it does. I am going for my 6 monthly HBA1c soon. Cant wait! It's going to be good. I will feel proud that I have done it without their horrid pills!

Warning! If you ARE on medication -
Nettle Tea can decrease blood sugar levels. It might increase the chance of low blood sugar in people being treated for diabetes. Monitor your blood sugar carefully if you have diabetes and use stinging nettle.

Also
Don’t confuse stinging nettle (Uritica dioica) with white dead nettle (Lamium album).

Currently, I am picking and drying nettles. They crumble easily into a sort of tea leaf consistency (use gloves to crumble) and in a caddy, they will last me till next year. They are much stronger than a single fresh leaf in a cup of boiling water that I usually have. And I put half a teaspoonful of dried in a tiny muslin bag which does several concoctions over a few days, drying again in between. And like all things, I don't overdo drinking it. It's powerful stuff.

Drying nettles in the fan oven at about 100 deg - not ready yet!






And made into tea in my Caddy with little muslin bag to serve.

Nettle Tea Benefits
Nettle stimulates the lymph system to boost immunity
Nettle relieves arthritis symptoms
Nettle promotes a release from uric acid from joints
Helps to support the adrenals
It helps with diabetes mellitus
Strengthens the fetus in pregnant women
Promotes milk production in lactating women
Relieves menopausal symptoms
Helps with menstrual cramps and bloating
Helps break down kidney stones
Reduces hypertension
Helps with respiratory tract disease
Supports the kidneys
Helps asthma sufferers
Stops bleeding
Reduces inflammation
Reduces incident of prostate cancer
Minimizes skin problems
Eliminates allergic rhinitis
Lessens nausea
Cures the common cold
Helps with osteoarthritis
Alleviates diarrhea
Helps with gastrointestinal disease, IBS, and constipation
Reduces gingivitis and prevents plaque when used as a mouth wash.
Has been shown to be helpful to in the treatment of Alzheimer’s disease
Relieves neurological disorders like MS, ALS and sciatica
Destroys intestinal worms or parasites
Supports the endocrine health by helping the thyroid, spleen and pancreas

Stinging Nettle

Appropriately from the Martian Herald

The Martian Herald seems a very appropriate read for someone who feels like they are living on an alien planet. In fact I have found it fun and it's confirmed my feeling that I'm living in the wrong place, but boy it's an interesting place!

Enjoy THE MARTIAN HERALD

Knock yourself out you crazy bird

It's spring - that means garden. Lots of weeds to discipline. Surprises everywhere. Little plants re-introducing themselves. Old ones being aggressive and overwhelming.

I like plants. I like gardening. I like animals. There is no deceit in them.

There is a Robin who has become my friend. He shows almost no fear and will land next to me only inches away from my hand. I know what he's looking for. WORMS! He's a greedy chap as he fills his beak with as many as he can find until he looks like a mini Madeusa. I thought he was collecting for his children. But no - he gobbles the lot. I know why he's my friend. I'm the worm exposer. We have a crystal clear relationship. I like that.

But this year we have a crazy bird - a hedge sparrow, dull brown, who is sitting on the bench outside our garden window. Constantly he leaps down and hurls himself at the glass with a thud. Sometimes he does this for several hours or so. The dog's nerves are shot and I'm feeling jumpy too. Crazy bird. What IS he doing?

When I was a young woman, a silly person told me that birds at the window were carrying the message of death. That thought-implant/nocebo has followed me around all my life. So this cazy bird is not nice. I don't know his motive. It is not clear. My husband says he thinks the sparrow mistakes his reflection as his competition and is attacking it. I hope he's right.

I think little seeds of fear grow into huge trees. I disapprove of Plain Packaging for cigarettes for the reason that the medical porn images MUST have a terrible effect on the health of society for everyone who sees them. Smokers and their families should be more affected by smoking and get sicker quicker than ever before. Smoking will become more harmful, as it has already, and not less so.

The little messages of smoking harms have hurled themselves against our windows for so long, everyone knows it's not healthy. The best thing Public health could do, is NOT introduce Plain Packs and if they do, I hope they knock themselves out against the glass of their own foolishness and irresponsibility.

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On Rape - and silly people.

This poor woman has copped it -

Tory councillor sparks outrage by saying 'when rape is inevitable, just lie back and enjoy it' during public meeting

Now I have heard this saying in two different forms "When rape is inevitable, just lie back and take it"  or as it was used  "When rape is inevitable, just lie back and enjoy it"

It is a saying in the English language. Rape is about overcoming. It's about power. That is the context she used it in. For the victim, it is also about acceptance of the inevitable. It is a metaphor surely? To take it literally from a woman of 77 shows deep ignorance. But if we do not see it as metaphor, how else can we see it?

Our modern culture has moved away from the rape culture that I grew up in which was still tainted by Victorianism.  It is liberated now in allowing women to enjoy sex. It wasn't long ago when that was not generally accepted, hence the other saying "think of England" whilst having to engage in marital sex. Sex was a chore that women endured rather than enjoyed. Enjoyment was not something easily admitted.

The idea in rape culture dominant in most of our history, and only moved away from (if indeed we have!) in the recent past, was that men will be men and women just have to take it. For women brought up to believe enjoying sex should not be owned up to, "When rape is inevitable, just lie back and enjoy it" was giving them permission in a world where sex and rape seemed not much different, within or outside of marriage.

I don't understand why the holier than thou's  are running around being holier than thou with hardly one cell of intelligence or education in their brains. The world is populated with very silly people! While the sanctimonious call for the resignation of a really good councillor is trumpeted around in the press,  I ask whether the rape culture has been eradicated in our new righteous modern world?

No, it is alive and well and living in advertising, industry, the cultural psyche and especially it is active  in the porn industry that is now educating our new generation of men.

Where the hell are we going?

I have given this blog a new look! I'm behind the fence if you study the image. Or is it that I am outside of the fence and everyone else is behind it? I am by nature a recluse, a hermit, a prisoner to myself. So perhaps I am alone behind my fence.

I have been blogging on this blog for many years - although you won't know it. I blogged about my life, a fascinating life on two continents in historical times. I have been such a lucky person. This blog was moved from the older blog a while back but most of the entries have gone. The "Life on an alien planet" title seemed appropriate for its new incarnation because it describes how I feel deep inside myself. It really often feels the planet changed during my life time, to be something unreconiseable to me - an alien place.

And indeed it has changed.

I am turning 70 this year. The transformation in the world has been as great as the one my grandmother saw between the 1890's and the 1960's when we landed on the moon! She lived to be a very old lady. I would like to, if I can remain healthy.

In the meantime, I look at some of the things happening today and simply despair. The problem with the planet is the people who live on it! And of the people who live on it, it is not you or me that are the problem, but THEM. THEM are those who guide us. They are the ones that know better. They are the ones who draw borders between countries in arbitrary places, who make wars, who legislate, who consult the experts who promote our laws "for our own good", who ban pleasures, who brainwash the new generation with care so they will continue the myths promoted by THEM.

History was my major and I've always been interested in it. My mother had a doctorate in History and was a lecturer. I remember when one of her critics told me that History wasn't science - just interpretation and opinion. So later, I also studied science to see how the scientific method differed. I loved it! And I have watched how THEM in the modern world, that plots and plans in statistics and evidence based facts, have chucked the baby out with the bathwater. Science is simply one way of knowing about physical things. In my old age, I wish THEM would plot and plan with the wisdom of History and Philosophy to guide them.

My grandmother lived through two world wars. But I haven't. Yet. But I often wonder where the hell are we going. Have we not learned anything from History?

The shame of modern science

We have to have Gods! was a quickie post a while back pointing out that our old Gods have simply been replaced by new ones.

Our God is Science and the priests, scientists. The fashion in Government is to accept only this God. Every aspect of Governance is supposed to be supported by scientific evidence, figures and stats. Trouble is, science has become corrupted by the priests' ambition to please in results they produce and support themselves in their industry. We are worshiping a false God.

Tufts University (world ranking here) has an interesting presentation called CORRUPTED SCIENCE . It is describing the USA. But much applies to most science in every country anywhere. It's a quick read.

But this is longer - published last year.

I liked this blog (its a whole book actually) - Not Even Trying - The Corruption of Real Science.  Bruce G Charlton is Visiting Professor of Theoretical Medicine at the University of Buckingham and Reader in Evolutionary Psychiatry at Newcastle University. He has some interesting stuff on other topics too. Here is his Blog.

He summarises his book in this paragraph.

"Briefly, the argument of this book is that real science is dead, and the main reason is that professional researchers are not even trying to seek the truth and speak the truth; and the reason for this is that professional ‘scientists’ no longer believe in the truth - no longer believe that there is an eternal unchanging reality beyond human wishes and organization which they have a duty to seek and proclaim to the best of their (naturally limited) abilities. Hence the vast structures of personnel and resources that constitute modern ‘science’ are not real science but instead merely a professional research bureaucracy, thus fake or pseudo-science; regulated by peer review (that is, committee opinion) rather than the search-for and service-to reality. Among the consequences are that modern publications in the research literature must be assumed to be worthless or misleading and should always be ignored. In practice, this means that nearly all ‘science’ needs to be demolished (or allowed to collapse) and real science carefully rebuilt outside the professional research structure, from the ground up, by real scientists who regard truth-seeking as an imperative and truthfulness as an iron law."

Sounds exactly what I have been thinking for a long time.

I'll be away for a while, while I read this book! 

 

The planetary uniform

I haven't blogged here for over a month. I'm waiting to be uplifted. But I'm not. I thought I'd blog just to show I'm not dead, but living and thinking.

Watching the world go by from my position on this alien planet, I notice how very uniform Western culture has become and how much it is coveted by people not living in it.

I'd like out - they want in!

Mass production of political correctness is implanted in the people by tame media and tame education, serving their political masters and ideologies.

There is no luck, fate, magic, wonder, excitement, awe, serendipity on the planet in the west - well none allowed by the prevailing culture - it is experienced covertly only. It is not politically correct to think that something greater than us might possibly exist.

Science leads. Statistics and evidence based facts are Supreme.

The inhabitants of the west dress in mass produced clothing, live and work in mass produced buildings, tightly controlled by regulations and protected by health and safety laws.

Ingenuity, spontaneity and  individuality have been cloned into celebrity who do the stuff for the watching dis-empowered people.

Adventure is practiced on safe mass produced slopes, ropes, vehicles, and centres in mass produced adventure industry uniforms.

Health is controlled in a one-size-fits-all medical system, preaching to the people in a tongue more fire and brimstone than the old vision of hell and satan. Death is more feared than ever, not viewed as being the companion to life and a blessing to sufferers, but something to be avoided at all costs, even suffering to do so.

The West has become a playground for a restless bored species consuming itself, whilst marketing "happiness".