Respected is only one adjective when it comes to a virus that’s been around since time began. 

Fear loathing paranoia are just other words, deeper expressions that at some point come to mind.  If you are ‘lucky’ enough to experience Rabies and survive, other feeling words will arise as time recedes and distance grows.

Rabies strikes ferociously and silently, instills terror and creates absolute insanity.  Its objective isn’t personal, it’s really that intelligent.  Survival and growth is simply what it desires.

The common frothing ferocious crazed and fang baring beast is what most think of when Rabies is mentioned.  That’s certainly one manifestation and it’s truly terrifying to witness.  The lightning speed of a mammal in full blown end stage Rabies is literally heart stopping.  With no physiological brakes applied, adrenaline pump on overload, Rabies expulsion is looking for other hosts, its viral shedding is horrific in action.  Your chance of being infected if you’re within strike radius, is extremely high.

Rabies doesn’t always take the ferocious route, quiet and insidiously gentle can also mask its methods.  Creating paralysis from the infection site, makes it often mistakenly regarded and treated as something else.  But even a paralyzed unmoving infection can still transmit.

It’s not the bite.  Most of those questioned on how Rabies transmits, believe it’s done through the bite.  Even though this is wrong, biting in fearsome rapid snapping is a calculated and evolutionary by-product of the viral symptoms.  It’s a perfect opening hole and cavity for the virus to enter, heightening an ultimate successful implant, hot and alive in saliva.  The virus is only active a few days before death after it has travelled through the nervous system from the infection site to the brain.  At this point there is no coming back, no cure, no treatment.

Only warm blood live birthing beings carry Rabies.  Mammals that is.  If you add up all in the Mammalian family, you get an idea what a rich source and reservoir Rabies has to choose from.

Rabies is a ‘beautiful thing’, in its ability to survive and thrive.  It isn’t going anywhere anytime soon, it’s a true survivor.

One of the most frightening and saddest examples of many cases involving the virus was portrayed in this true example. 

A Mother who had been bitten by a small puppy thought nothing of it.  As the months passed and the virus made its way from the infection site, through her nervous system and eventually to her brain, her symptoms were disregarded as just other ailments.  As was within her culture, her new born baby was given softened bread.  Bread that as a doting and devoted Mother, she softened in her mouth using her saliva, before placing it in her child’s mouth.

One can only pray that Rabies never ever adapts into an airborne virus.

For more information.  http://www.who.int/mediacentre/factsheets/fs099/en/​   

​Conspiracy definition:  A secret plan by a group to do something unlawful or harmful.

Conspiracy theory (disambiguation) alleges an event or events to be secretly influenced by a premeditated group or groups of powerful people or organizations working together.

As a nod to the reality or not of conspiracy, its ‘fascinating’ to ponder the fake fueled state of reality that we as mere mortals have always and are presently being force fed or starved of.
Fired FBI Director James Comey’s Testimony on Capitol Hill Thursday June 8th 2017, was telling on unprecedented levels.

LANKFORD: OK. OK. You had mentioned before about some news stories and news accounts, but, without having to go into all the names and the specific times and to be able dip into all that, have there been news accounts about the Russia investigation, about collusion, about this whole event or accusations that, as you read the story, you were stunned about how wrong they got the facts?
COMEY: Yes. There have been many, many stories purportedly based on classified information about — well, about lots of stuff, but especially about Russia, that are just dead wrong.

Aeschylus, the Greek tragic dramatist (525 BC - 456 BC) would appear to have authored the famous quote “In war, truth is the first casualty,” although that could be fake or also steeped in conspiratorial smoke and mirrors.    

‘The truth will set you free.’  Buddha explains this to mean “Spiritually speaking, what's being said to you is that you don't have to go looking for the truth, and that it's already inside of you.  All you have to do is feel it and judge it for yourself.  Does it "ring" true in your heart, or not?”

As with weapons of mass destruction (WMD), 9/11 New York, Moon landing(s) and endless events on levels of global significance, truth is what you are told in lieu of you actually being there and directly observing, absent of all and any outside or other stimuli that could bend your perception in a direction other than the truth.  Of course your very own uncontaminated perception of the truth is dependent on your very own senses alone.

Did Russia hack the 2017 USA elections and usher in Trump for their own nefarious means.  Did the USA engineer the election to elect a President who could divert the whole world from what the main game is and always has been about?  

​About continuance of historical animosity, escalation of a new Hot War and a battle of power between two very old and very bitter adversaries.

It’s not actually a war of civilizations it’s an endless battle over difference.

Anyone who has experience of relationships, and that includes everyone, will very well know the work involved in that unavoidable human activity is immense.  We are all in a relationship of one form or another.

In an era of quick fix, doesn’t work for me, just move on mental reality, breakdown of relationship union is enormous.  Locally and globally, fracturing of relationships is gathering momentum at a frightening speed.  It’s as if our technologically smart selves, having now unlocked the ability to connect instantly with all of humanity, cannot deal with the reality and scale of mammoth diversity of difference.

There is no other recipe for the meal that makes up humanity.  There are no selective ingredients that will flavour enhance for general approval. 

As the 60’ song says.  
What we need is a great big melting pot
Big enough enough enough to take
The world and all its got
And keep it stirring for a hundred years or more
And turn out coffee coloured people by the score

It’s even more relative now than ever before.
 

God sure is a twisted bitch.
Free will is pretty much similar to parenthood.  You’re free to do it.  Although in many cases rigorous attempts are made and endless energy is expelled, resulting in fruitless outcomes.  There’s no handbook or guide.  One person’s actioning on their perceived free will is another’s absolute criminal act, punishable by literal death.
As in the act of becoming parents, free will is enacted as a right, insofar as the ‘responsible’ persons are in fact responsible for their own rightful actions.  Fate in respect of an outside entity is not responsible for making a baby and not responsible for delivering free will in your lap.
God has nothing to do with allowing some to enjoy the spoils of their will and freeload off millions of others who don’t have such opportunities.  It really becomes somewhat hazy when the scriptures tell us that God gave us free will, thereby giving us the power to make our own decisions.  And as long as we choose to obey Gods commands, because God won’t force us, then that choice will see us right.  Given the way those who God decided to make in his image have turned out, it’s a fairly safe bet to surmise that God has obviously taken off and truly left us to sort it out.
Allowing parents to bestow their offspring with a free will caveat of, ‘only by following my commands will you become a meaningful and worthy person but don’t forget I won’t force you’, smacks a little bit of free willing up some guilt and dumping it right in their lap.  One person’s parenting is another’s tormenting.  
Free will ‘should’ be a universal option.  Freedom to choose, self-determine and be the director of your very own unique life.  Unfortunately for too many it’s given verbally on one hand, ripped physically away with the other hand and rapidly followed up by a punch in the guts.
The yearning for free will is as obsessive as parenthood; both are natural urges for species human.  Unfortunately both are not free and they will most certainly have consequences that may or may not be in your control.

​Image credit. Super Moon, by Burent Binici.
  
        

For those who have experienced them and those who have observed its manifestations, Terrors of the Night can be rather disturbing.  Literature on the subject explains the phenomena are isolated in and to childhood and that in general individuals have no memory of the happening(s).
Night Terrors are not rare but are also not that common.  For those without any experience of them, it’s very easy to mistake the explanation as nothing more than a nightmare.  Nightmares are certainly nasty enough and are not to be scoffed at in respect to the torment they inflict.  There wouldn’t be a human alive who hasn’t awakened in sheer relief, in the knowledge that their sweat drenched body and beating heart has just escaped the cold grip of some horrible near death event.
Night Terrors don’t offer such relief, because you don’t just suddenly awaken.  It’s more a coming out from, a slow ascendency from something that has been very disturbing and all encompassing.  As many individuals with epilepsy will sense an aura before a seizure event, so many Night Terrorists will sense an after effect.  An uneasy and anxious knowledge that something very frightening happened last night, a dreamlike remembrance of waking up, most probably not in bed, with an accompanying foreboding fog like emotion that something had terrorized them.  For most, it’s not that they can’t remember the very details of the Terror.  It’s putting the complexity of it, remembering that its torment is right up there on the open ended Indexed Tormenter Scale, into conceptual wording and language, especially in view that the subjects are very young children.
The origins of the phenomena are varied.  Genetic factors, early trauma and over-arousal of the central nervous system (CNS) during REM sleep time.  No matter the science, reality for those who experience and those who observe is disturbing.
For parents the experience can be and certainly is, in the beginning, highly disturbing.  As a parent, witnessing your child in the throes of pain of any sort can be equally painful, if not actually more than.  Having no way of comforting, placating, relieving or solving such pain, is unbearable and goes against all things nature wise.  Without knowing what is actually happening and knowing that Night Terrors are a very real condition, family units and unification can be sorely tested.
Unfortunately night time terrors are not confined to the witching hours and variations on the theme and intensity can occur during daytime napping.  The classic full on physical Night Time Terror symptoms and occurrences appear to dissipate as a child moves through adolescence.  In my own lifespan, my last full on classic Terror, stopped around 16 years young.
I imagine that like many other individuals who have experienced such torment, yet moved on to live very full lives, their memory of Night Terror has never ever disappeared.  I can certainly attest to waking moments of symptom awareness, a very strange sensation indeed.  A feeling of foreboding, a rapidly ascending arousal, followed by anxiety and fear, combined with all the sensations of a classic panic attack.  Yet they are not attacks of panic, but certainly such a development can be a ‘natural’ progression.
Night Terrors are not life threatening, even though for parents and onlookers it can appear that an alien entity has entered a very much loved subject.  Such a shock can certainly frighten those outside the Terror into a state of the proverbial scared to death.  The worry of another event is also a great stressor for those looking in.
My own experience has taught that keeping a regime of physical and emotional wellbeing is immensely helpful.  It has also shown that demons are very real and that as I grow older my remembrances of the unexplainable have become so much clearer. 
There are things that go bump in the night, things that torment and terrorize.  But, they are not the things that stop a full and amazing life being lived.  It’s us and our collectively frightened species.  We do that.
If interested in what Night Terrors are, please just simply type it into a search engine.       

                                                                            Covetous
                                 inordinately or wrongly desirous of wealth or possessions; greedy.                            
As a species we are supremely good at it.  Why?  Simply we can.  As the primero apex predator, we have nothing to stand in our way.  We are first, at the top, controller of the chain.  We are totally free to do what we like and consuming is a very big like.  With nothing outside of ourselves to regulate our insatiability, we have become unable to regulate ourselves. ​

​Consumption has virtually become a form of religion, with all the fervour that can accompany a need that never gets full.  In a growing absence of grounded meaning and belief, a God like beast in the form of commodity has filled the void.

Unfortunately those who really should know better are leading the competitive gorge, stuffing as much in and away as possible.  Our elected leaders, those example setters, put up there to reflect our will and want.  Admittedly, they come nowhere close to the growing and bloated private sector elite.  That upper echelon of society where many political movers and shakers retire, topping up the bloat.

Of course it has always been this way, in degrees.  But with an exploding planetary population and technological super advancement, the conditions are ‘so right’ in encouraging our natural innate ability to consume.  To fuel it right up, explode it to stratospheric levels.

​The human species will only be a mere squeak in the totality, our story will only amount to the proverbial footnote.  It’s not that we couldn’t choose to just consume less and just seriously think about the consequences.  It’s that we actually chose not to.  When we arrogantly place ourselves above all else, in effect trampling on all else, we create conditions for pay back.

It may not be a cataclysmic event or a slow grinding depletion of life sustaining elements.  It may just end up being one of those tiny organisms, an invisible to the human eye viral infection.  A fever that is really fucked off with how we behaved and in its superior intellect and more ancient deliberations, just decides that the mighty and haughtiest has had its time.  

Its time to bring it to its knees.
    
          

Not sure of the complete biology involved but strongly suspect it’s broken down into simply becoming lost in the process.  Everything about life is really nothing more than process.  Preparing a meal can be joyfully thankfully, one of those peaceful processes, if you’re bent that way.  For an equal many, it’s a process through hellish realms of unspeakable torture.  There are endless ways to get out of your head, preparing a meal is one.

Eating is the end action of preparing what is ingested; actually shitting is the final cycle.  However that may detract from the enjoyable factor in the purpose of writing this.  Defecating for fun is a totally different area, a subject reserved for those who become lost in that process.

Preparing a meal really is about love.  Putting love into it isn’t just an old saying or pithy meme.  Of course there are many other things that must go into a fine dish, bottled love wont totally get it there.  However one person’s love input, can be another’s demonic disaster. 

A calm balanced mind, preferably free from recipes with constrictive elements.  A vision of a finished product, remembering that it will probably never turn out the way your mind conceives it and a willingness to start with a knife and end with a satisfied look.

It really is simply, a matter of getting what you put in.  Too much spice, not enough seasoning, undercooked, overcooked, bland, overly complex, or just too simple.  Wars have been waged, peace has been diplomatically passed.  People have too much of it, so many more don’t have enough.  Without it, life cannot exist.

For those of us who love the process, it’s so much more than process and action.  It’s creating something from a bunch of separate elements.  Bringing them together, combining their strengths and weaknesses.  It’s indulging in a slice of life, getting lost in the peaceful zone, trusting that love will add the finishing touch to a memorable meal.

​Bon appétit      
    

It’s crazy that it’s hidden away, behind secure premises.  Away from curious eyes, from millions who have an insatiable interest in it’s by product.  Secrecy abounds the industry.

Although every now and then, snippets of commonly perceived truths do leak from the killing grounds.  But of course the hiding isn’t crazy at all.  It must be done on an industrial amnesia scale.  Sensibilities for human angst and emotional well-being override open in the face slaughter of beings.  Protection from witnessing the death of things that pump blood from hearts and feel pain via nervous systems is kind.

This isn’t some lefty do-gooder tree hugging hippy rant or bleeding heart vegan preaching.  If you choose, to consume products sourced from animals, that’s completely within your legislative rights.  Not going to get into animal rights or best practice slaughtering of them.  Not going to get into sentience and the emotional feelings of other beings.  Not going to get into canine teeth and the argument for protein versus plant.

Slaughtering of animals for human consumption is massive and growing exponentially.  The distance that consumers actually stand from the physical point of slaughter is also growing exponentially.  The reasons why are based on need speed and convenience.  No need to witness, faster through a production line and much more convenient for you.  Selecting pretty packaged pink dyed flesh, from a super-duper brightly lit sweet smelling soft music playing mega market, is so much better, for everyone.  That obviously includes the animals.  Am sure they don’t want anyone forced into seeing hoisting stunning stripping slicing dicing mincing and packaging.  That could really damage the emotions of an awful lot of people.

Why not throw open the doors, let the people in.  It’s time to show off where those fine cuts joints and delectable wings breasts and offal originate from.  It’s only responsible and right that future generations are given the right to responsibly choose exactly where their consumption comes from and to really know how it’s packaged.

No?

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