ladyparts

What Would You Grow

We are like the corn, what we put into our bod­ies is what we become.

How do you become the best per­son ever? Accord­ing to some peo­ple you make a rain­bow (includ­ing almost every color in the spec­trum) smoothie out of:
1. young coconut (water and flesh) for your blood
2. cacao nibs, cacao but­ter, cacao pow­der (all three make a more com­plete and rounded taste) for bliss
3. Maca for bal­ance
4. Berries for antiox­i­dants
5. Cashews (no need to soak because of high fat con­tent) for sweet creami­ness
6. AçaÃ

(x(Syntax)) + Consumption = Vices/Sabotage

Two things that control/influence what we are able to per­ceive through our expe­ri­ences in life: SYNTAX and CONSUMPTION.

The archi­tec­ture and struc­tures that we cre­ate with lan­guage vary depend­ing on the place­ment of words in a sen­tence. For exam­ple, or per­cep­tion of real­ity may vary depend­ing on the place­ment of the direct object in a sen­tence. Accord­ingly our per­cep­tion of the phys­i­cal object, where we “place” it, exists within the view­ers visual and cul­tural syn­tax, which is depen­dent upon the lin­guis­tic syn­tax. And what’s more, a listener/viewer/reader will take your syn­tax and inter­pret it within their syn­tax which is most likely made up of a very dif­fer­ent archi­tec­ture and the two par­ties may never be able to con­nect. This lack of con­nec­tion is no fault of their own, they lit­er­ally do not posses the struc­tures to trans­late. This is par­tic­u­larly rel­e­vant to the parent/child rela­tion­ship.

I think that per­haps music can sur­pass some forms of syn­tax that can­not be access through lan­guage or ges­ture or image. This may explain the mag­i­cal pow­ers of music to pen­e­trate mem­ory. For exam­ple, when my father, brother, and I lis­ten to Neil Young or Joni Mitchell there is a level of real­ity that is com­pletely inac­ces­si­ble oth­er­wise. The space between my father and his chil­dren is com­pletely irrel­e­vant, we all just sit and mourn the pos­si­bil­ity of human honesty.

Sim­i­larly, what we con­sume could be con­sid­ered another form of archi­tec­ture. What we eat influ­ences our chem­i­cal make up, phys­i­cal form, men­tal capac­ity, etc. Or what we con­sume through pur­chase, cre­ates phys­i­cal struc­tures that cre­ate our placement.

The Doc­trine of Sig­na­tures con­tends that every whole food has a pat­tern that resem­bles a body organ or phys­i­o­log­i­cal func­tion and that this pat­tern acts as a sig­nal or sign as to the ben­e­fit the food pro­vides the eater. This blows my mind. Here is just a short list of exam­ples of Whole Food Sig­na­tures that were posted on this forum:

• “A sliced Car­rot looks like the human eye. The pupil, iris and radi­at­ing lines look just like the human eye…and sci­ence shows that car­rots greatly enhance blood flow to and func­tion of the eyes.
• A Tomato has four cham­bers and is red. The heart is red and has four cham­bers. All of the research shows toma­toes are indeed pure heart and blood food.
• Grapes hang in a clus­ter that has the shape of the heart. Each grape looks like a blood cell and all of the research today shows that grapes are also pro­found heart and blood vital­iz­ing food.
• A Wal­nut looks like a lit­tle brain, a left and right hemi­sphere, upper cere­brums and lower cere­bel­lums. Even the wrin­kles or folds are on the nut just like the neo-cortex. We now know that wal­nuts help develop over 3 dozen neuron-transmitters for brain function.
• Kid­ney Beans actu­ally heal and help main­tain kid­ney func­tion and yes, they look exactly like the human kidneys.
• Cel­ery, Bok Choy, Rhubarb and more look just like bones. These foods specif­i­cally tar­get bone strength. Bones are 23% sodium and these foods are 23% sodium. If you don’t have enough sodium in your diet the body pulls it from the bones, mak­ing them weak. These foods replen­ish the skele­tal needs of the body.
• Egg­plant, Avo­ca­does and Pears tar­get the health and func­tion of the womb and cervix of the female — they look just like these organs. Today’s research shows that when a woman eats 1 avo­cado a week, it bal­ances hor­mones, sheds unwanted birth weight and pre­vents cer­vi­cal can­cers. And how pro­found is this? .… It takes exactly 9 months to grow an avo­cado from blos­som to ripened fruit. There are over 14,000 pho­tolytic chem­i­cal con­stituents of nutri­tion in each one of these foods (mod­ern sci­ence has only stud­ied and named about 141 of them).
• Figs are full of seeds and hang in twos when they grow. Figs increase the motil­ity of male sperm and increase the num­bers of sperm as well to over­come male sterility.
• Sweet Pota­toes look like the pan­creas and actu­ally bal­ance the glycemic index of diabetics.
• Olives assist the health and func­tion of the ovaries.
• Grape­fruits, Oranges, and other cit­rus fruits look just like the mam­mary glands of the female and actu­ally assist the health of the breasts and the move­ment of lymph in and out of the breasts.
• Onions look like body cells. Today’s research shows that onions help clear waste mate­ri­als from all of the body cells They even pro­duce tears which wash the epithe­lial lay­ers of the eyes.”

It’s so sim­ple, I love it! Why would this not be true?

There is at least two ways that you could per­cieve this based on your syntax.

1. As the rad­i­cal vision­ary Jakob Böhme per­ceived it, evi­dence of the nat­ural world vibrant with the numi­nous images of the Deity, or “as above, so below,” an expres­sion of the rela­tion­ship between macro­cosm and micro­cosm; the prin­ci­ple is ren­dered sicut in terra.
2. Evi­dence of egocentrism.

Do you see the difference?

What sep­a­rates us from each other is the place­ment of the object.

I often sab­o­tage my own ten­den­cies toward syn­tax that will keep me from you. This bleeds into other parts of my life. Parts like deci­sion mak­ing. I want to be a raw food­ist, but it will give me a syn­tax which cre­ates not only feel­ings of supe­ri­or­ity in terms of nutri­tion, but also influ­ences my phys­i­cal archi­tec­ture which will lit­er­ally become unable to have cer­tain foods with­out becom­ing ill. What is inter­est­ing about this is that I am not sure if it would make me more ill than I might be now, but I would become hun­dreds of times more aware of it because I would have for­got­ten what it was like to feel inner tur­moil from foods.

I think this is a metaphor for why some of us can­not make deci­sions of what place is the best place to move to or what project is the best project to invest in. Or even whether I should have cof­fee today. Every form of syn­tax influ­ences each other. It seems like we could be miss­ing out on the entire pic­ture by sub­scrib­ing to some­thing. Is being in the best phys­i­cal chem­istry pos­si­ble worth feel­ing like I should con­vert every­one to my new way of life in order to be able to eat with them? No.

Would giv­ing up my vices to become per­fect be worth the iso­la­tion? No, so I sabotage.

More on this later.

Because I wished you were with me

I was lying in bed try­ing to think of a way to sleep through the day and then I had to go pee. I opened the door and my father whirled around in his spin­ning desk stool. He was watch­ing his inter­view on His Chan­nel. I watched it with him for a while, I wanted to sup­port him in ways that nei­ther of us will every be able to artic­u­late. It has some­thing to do with time and space I think, with col­lect­ing. And then I went down stairs to make some carrot-beat-arugula juice. My mom had just roasted some toma­toes, so many per­fectly closed shapes of col­laps­ing yel­low. My mom started talk­ing to me about God’s love.

They went to my lit­tle broth­ers flag foot­ball game.

I went to Henry’s Mar­ket­place and put on expen­sive facial mois­tur­iz­ers and bought five pink lady apples, one granny smith, one d’anjou pear, and a pink grape­fruit. When I got home, I went to put them upstairs, I am not sure why, and opened the closet to put them in a drawer my sis­ter left empty for me to use. My wed­ding dress was just hang­ing there, touch­ing the edge of the par­ti­cle­board ever so slightly.

I thought about last night, wait­ing for my mom to come home so that I did not have to open the pack­age alone. I thought that maybe when I put it on I could make her happy. That it wouldn’t mat­ter that I am not who she wishes I were. It didn’t. It “looked like it just came out of a box.” I need to change it a bit. Then it will be per­fect. I wished that I were wear­ing makeup, for once, as to pro­tect myself from some­thing. Maybe this is what makeup is for. I thought about try­ing some on when I was in Henry’s.

This much is obvi­ous. There is some­thing that we need to feel together. Shit, you guys.

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