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Month: July 2017
A former pastor from Michigan discovered the hard way that informing people of their rights under the law as jurors doesn’t sit well with the U.S. government when a judge sentenced him Friday to eight weekends in jail, six months of probation, and fines — all for passing out pamphlets discussing jury nullification.
Keith Wood contends passing out the information is well within his constitutional rights to inform potential and selected jurors that, enshrined in the Bill of Rights lies the potent ability to find a defendant not guilty if the law in question is unjust, flawed, or otherwise untenable — even if the accused indeed technically violated.
Jury nullification thus arguably acts as citizens’ access to checks and balances: When legislators craft worthless, harmful, inequitable, or just plain ‘bad’ laws, jurors can, in essence, refuse to enforce any punitive measures — refusing to find a person guilty of breaking a law that never should have been inked into the books.
This tool shines most prominently when used consistently to thwart oppressive policy. Illustrative of this principle is continued federal prohibition of cannabis and transformed public sentiment, as anti-marijuana propaganda falls apart at its politicized roots for the incarceration nightmare it created — among many others. Jurors faced with a choice in guilt of sending a nonviolent drug offender to prison might instead find the concept of incarcerating this petty ‘criminal’ who had done no harm to another unethical and ill-conceived — and choose instead a finding of not guilty to compensate for the unjust law.
Read *more* by clicking the link:
Father of 8 Sentenced to Jail for Distributing Jury Nullification Pamphlets
Natural News has its place when I comes to (natural) health, it really shouldn’t dabble in doom and gloom, not of this nature.
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(Natural News) According to David Wright, physicist and co-director of the UCS Global Security Program, North Korea’s latest ICBM — tested just days ago — has the capability to strike almost half of the largest U.S. cities, including Chicago, Denver and possibly even New York City.
As reported by Zero Hedge, North Korea now states:
…we have demonstrated our ability to fire our intercontinental ballistic rocket at any time and place and that the entire U.S. territory is within our shooting range.
…Melissa Hanham, a researcher at the James Martin Center for Nonproliferation Studies in California, confirmed the findings saying that the test showed North Korea is now capable of hitting U.S. cities such as Denver or Chicago.
Essentially, Kim Jong-Un just declared, “All your base are belong to us.”
Washington D.C. appears to be just out of range for the moment, as the missiles fly over the North Pole and enter the atmosphere over the Northwest portion of the United States. This means Miami is the farthest away from North Korea’s reach. Houston, New Orleans and other Southern cities are also on the extreme edge of potential range.
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Lyrics (otw) Connection
JEFFERSON STARSHIP
“Connection”
[Unused lyrics at beginning of lyric sheet:]
Warm…round the hunting fire
Wrapped in the robes of the dead warrior
Protected from ferocious winds
Under the shield of the dead gladiator
Standing in the darkness of this stagecraft
All is black I cannot see your faces I need
Light I want to see your eyes
Let my voice wash over your faces
Connection
Connection
Whoaa ohhh
A hundred thousand years ago
People livin’ in bone white cities
Comin’ and goin’ on streets of silver
Talkin’ future history
Then something very strong went wrong
And suddenly
People gathered round the hunting fires
(Huddled in caves like animal, not human)
Round the warmth of the late night fire
Cities gone, memories fading
Spend their lives round the late night fire
Give their souls to the hunting fire
Seeking each other’s company
Tryin’ to remember ancient history
They lost connection
They lost contact
They need to touch you
Reach out across the ages and touch you
Meanwhile somewhere in the 20th century
A young girl named Phoebe Caulfield
Plops herself down on the sofa
Pops open a soda and watches you
She likes to watch murderer talk
She likes to see them on my TV
She likes to watch them how they walk
She likes to hear what they say
It’s like a car crash
Bloody fascination
You wonder how they get their shoes tied
Sit and stare at the horror there
She knows you watch them too
Stranglers, murderers, snipers, terrorists
Political assassins, crazy ones, cool ones
All them looking for
Connection
They lost contact
They lost direction
They need sexual, mystical
Magical, uninterrupted, Peter Gabriel like
Contact
Here I am
Again inside
This darkness
All is black
I cannot see your future
Give me light
I want to see your eyes
Just a little light
Inside your future
A small connection
Connection
Ah!!!!
I’d like to see Jesus and Mohammad
On the road to Damascus
What did you think they would say
Would they fight with knives clenched in their teeth
Like Jews and Arabs today
Or would they walk and speak
Like philosophers and thinkers
Amused at each other’s insights
Relishing the brain waves there
Round the warmth of the hunting fire
Eager for, hungry for
They got to have
You know they love
Connection
Contact
Communion
And let our two great religions
Cease their senseless struggle
It only hurts the children
Connection
Connection
FrankenSkies is an 80 minute social change documentary regarding the Solar Geoengineering/Chemtrail agenda that affects every living being on earth. The struggle of bringing awareness to this subject, despite the obstacles of a socially engineered populace and the military industrial complex with its endless resources, is palpable in this awakening truth feature.
An impeccably timed eye opening expose, the film reveals the campaign to normalize chemical cloud formations via atmospheric aerosol dispersals. Up against a normalization timetable encompassing a controlled media and an indoctrinated educational and political system, activists ask the question : Is your silence your consent?
A shocking informative film on climate engineering, frequency control and CIA manipulation, the film’s narrative unfolds through a historical timeline of experimentation on humanity, bringing us to a modern day laboratory that encompasses the air we breath and dictates when and where the sun shall shine, or not..
Help support the film release!
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Video (otw) ~Paul Carrack
When My Little Girl Is Smiling
Six months ago today (about 3am eastern time) my 25 year old daughter passed from this life, my wife wrote an open letter and I’m sharing it here, now…
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An open letter to whoever came up with the idea that having a funeral after a tragic loss was a really great idea: Your idea sucks.
Holding a funeral for a child immediately after they’ve passed away is a TERRIBLE idea.
6 months ago today, I lost my daughter. It’s not intentional that I’m writing this just about the hour that everything happened, it’s just that this is the same time each night I wake and relive it all wether I want to or not.
In the following hours after she passed, as I waited for my son’s to board their planes and friends and family made preparations to come to Georgia, my mind was only filled with reliving a nightmare I couldn’t wake up from. That’s not for sympathy or dramatic pause. That’s my truth. I was running on automatic and making the difficult phone calls I needed to make. I was making sure the granddaughter was fed and dry and in my sight at all times, trying to make sure the youngest children were being fed and hugged when they needed to cry, but in my mind I was still in the middle of this huge emergency that didn’t seem to end. I couldn’t shut my eyes without seeing it & hearing it all over again. My mind was shutting down and my bruised & battered body began reacting to the stress and fear and shock in ways that nobody ever talks about. Stress ain’t pretty, let me tell you.
And then some ancient sadistic archaic etiquette dictates that this is the perfect time to go meet with the funereal director and talk about how you want to honor your kid.
I don’t want to honor my kid, I want to take a nap. I want to get in an airplane and go away. I don’t want to be here doing this.
I’m asked to write an obituary when I can’t put 2 coherent thoughts together. The best I could come up with is my daughter was unique and loved animals? Really? I’m harsh with myself yes, but I’m also critical of the person who came up with the idea that this was a good time to try to sum up 25 years in a single paragraph when I haven’t even begun to process what’s happened yet.
And so I did what I thought was best. I let my oldest child speak for me when my throat closed and my mind seized, and he stepped up and made hard, yet sensible calls that no brother should have to be put in the position to make.
And then people came, and there were more tears, and there was a flurry of arrivals and activities to keep my mind of the impending event for just a short time.
And suddenly, I’m here. I’m arriving at my daughter’s funeral. It’s so people-y inside, and I don’t do people. But they need me and I need to comfort them because everyone’s hurting so bad, so I comfort them and I make sure I speak to everyone and hug generously, because who knows when or if I’ll ever see half of these wonderful people again, and dammit, I could almost enjoy their company if I could just shut my mind off for 12 seconds and focus.
But I can’t.
And the funeral is over, and I’ve forgotten why we came here.
Oh? To say goodbye? Well that’s silly. I’m not ready for good bye. I’m still trying to figure out what the hell just happened.
And so there I was, getting ready to leave the funeral home clinging to my daughter urn and cringing inside my hollow chest. I’ve second guessed every decision I made, from the cremation to music choices every moment since. My biggest regret? I’m stuck with this terrible obituary for my daughter, because someone, probably a real shit head, a long time ago decided to make a rule that you need to do all this crap the minute your loved one passes away.
Kimberlee, you left us 6 months and a half hour ago, and I have felt each minute pass like an eternity. I love you so much, and I am still so mad at you for leaving just the same. You could make me laugh one minute and want to wring your neck the next. You made everyone feel special and you loved your friends fiercely. You had a million best friends, but when they were with you, in those moments, you were everyone’s best friend, and only those who knew you know what I’m talking about. I know, because some days you were my best friend too. Some days my only friend. And then you’d do something Kim-like and ohhhh I’d get SO mad. You got such a kick out of making your mother furious.
And it’s only now that I find can I take a breathe without that sharp pain threatening to steal it away from me. My mind is able to function, though admittedly on a somewhat simple level. I could write your obituary now that the shock has worn off some. If we had your funeral today, I could probably even manage to stand up and tell a few funny stories about Leggo’s up your nose or tripping on air, walking into walls, or how you’d cry all the way to Southern Illinois that you had to pee but yet absolutely refused to potty on the side of the road the entire 6 hour trip. I could have told the story about that one day at work the dog “pants’ed” you when you had gone commando, or the time Dad circled the airport for over an hour trying to pick you up in Jacksonville but you just kept letting him drive by because you didn’t have your glasses.
I could have put together a really cool collage that I’ve now had time to work on. I have no idea how people manage to throw one or a half dozen of those things together before a funeral. Every picture I dragged out stabbed me in the heart until I said ok, I’m tapping out. But now that I can look at them again without breaking down, well of course it’s too late.
I think back of the very last time I saw you, and I didn’t know then that it would be it. I thought it would be different. I thought I’d have one last time to be our one last time. But now I realize that even if I had gotten the opportunity, that I couldn’t have and I wouldn’t have said goodbye. Because 6 months later I still can’t do it.
It’s too late to undo anything. I can’t go back and change a thing.
I still think holding a funeral for your child just days after a loss like this is just the shittiest idea anyone’s ever come up with. I may never understand why people do it. Closure? I’m not sure you get that with these kinds of things. At least I know I’m no where close. That’s the kind of thing you do for Grandmother’s and Great Uncle’s and people who have lived long lifetimes and are more than ready for a great send off. Not for little girls who should be still leaving their wet towels on the floor and getting make up stains in the sink and eating your last donut or leaving purple hair dye on the back of the toilet lid. As I said, it’s been 6 months, (+ an hour and 15 minutes now) and there are still days I expect you to come flying up the steps after work and walk through the door with a cat in your arms and saying ‘Mom, isn’t this the most majestic creature you’ve ever seen in all your life?’ Because that’s who you were. Unique, and you loved animals.
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Life can (and will) hit you hard… sometimes
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Antibiotics: Side Effects and Alternatives
Source: KellyBroganMD.com
Kelly Brogan MD
July 15, 2017
We use a lot of antibiotics. For coughs, cuts, urinary tract infections, and many times “just in case.” You could be considered reckless or ignorant if you opted to not use them. “But you could die of a deadly infection that could kill you!” chants the choir of voices entrained by a system that sees dangerous enemies lurking behind every life experience.
What may surprise you is that the real danger could lie in assaulting your body with an “anti-life” (the actual meaning of the word!) chemical that could very well be a Russian Roulette of unintended harms. Some of these harms are so significant that they could change the course of your entire life as you know it. Given that, I bet that if you knew that there were effective, safe “alternatives,” you’d seriously consider them.
To make your own…
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Cancer In The Water
Fluoride does more harm than good. But don’t take my word, do some of your own research.
TheBreakaway
July 22, 2017
The following short video is shared for your consideration given its importance, especially since many people are drinking toxic water and don’t know about it.
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Over a million people in rural California have a highly toxic chemical in their water that some experts say is one of the most powerful cancer causing agents in the world. It was sold to farmers as a pesticide when Dow & Shell knew it was simply toxic waste that they wanted to sell, rather than pay for disposal — similar to what’s being done with fluoride in municipal water supplies. The problem is not limited to California and it’s not limited to this particular chemical. What is being done about it and what can YOU do to protect yourself?
And the US did it without being offered a Klondike Bar.
I wonder what this “host” would do upon learning about any of the many many many other meddlings. hmmm…
Kill that impulse! Here are compassionate Buddhist solutions for your favorite pests, without killing them.
By Allan Badiner“Dharma” means truth and the teachings, and it is also the word for nature itself. The Venerable Narada Mahathera tells us that as nature is the manifestation of truth, and…
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Video (otw) ***My Dinner with Andre
My dinner with Andre
**inconceivable!
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Remember when food was edible
I remember when all foods were organic and edible
Before the GM foods and all the added chemicals,
I remember not having to worry about what was in food
Except the natural ingredients that nature provides.
Now we have to study everything in detail
And read the ingredients to see what has been added in,
Apples stored for 90 days in formaldehyde,
This suspends the preservation process
But I am not going to lie,
I do no like the idea of this and it is no wonder why,
In our home and shops it goes off in no time.
Sugar added into everything which then gets you hooked
Get’s you coming back every time, don’t believe me take a look,
On the labels it will tell but not in a simple way
The method that they poison you in their own subtle way.
Via: Daily Prompt: Edible
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Guilt Tripping
WE ALL DO AND SAY THINGS WE LATER REGRET especially in the heat of the moment when we’ve been provoked by someone else’s words or actions that upsets us. It’s not until after we’ve cooled down a bit and begin to think about our untoward behaviour that feelings of guilt and remorse invade our mind.
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“P” in this cup…
So tonight I’m at work minding my own business when the new EHS (environment health and safety) officer comes into the control room and introduces himself and then, wouldn’t you know it, he asks for me by name. Oh yeah, it’s time… I am hit for a random drug screening. Haha! This company loves wasting its money.
***it’s NOT that random here, not at all***
But any way, like I said, a waste of company money… me? hahahaha There are others (many) that are know to use the occasional illigal substance, but I’m not one of them. It’s great to be stereotyped (me with the long hair and piercings) yeah, he’s a druggie. hahahaha
Honestly though, if I was, I surely wouldn’t work here. Hell, I don’t even like taking over the counter OR prescribed crap.
But never they mind.
What a joke
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Video (otw) Hello Again
*what can I say, I love this song
Cars
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For my wife
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History lesson
At one time we were or will be immigrants and foreigners
So when I hear the xenophobic fascists mob baying
I cannot help but to do a little historical replaying
And realise we are all mixed blood
Descended from foreign lands
But crucially we are all one race
The one we call human.
So I don’t discriminate in anyway
As we are all one family
And it’s just a shame those racist people
Know nothing of their history.
‘People who do not know their history is like a treewithout roots.’ Bob Marley.
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History lesson
At one time we were or will be immigrants and foreigners
So when I hear the xenophobic fascists mob baying
I cannot help but to do a little historical replaying
And realise we are all mixed blood
Descended from foreign lands
But crucially we are all one race
The one we call human.
So I don’t discriminate in anyway
As we are all one family
And it’s just a shame those racist people
Know nothing of their history.
‘People who do not know their history is like a treewithout roots.’ Bob Marley.
