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MEATHEADS

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THE MEAT MYTH

“Better get under cover, Sylvester! There’s a storm blowin!–a whopper–to speak in the vernacular of the peasantry!”–Professor Marvel, in ‘The Wizard of Oz’

Like a twister swirling across the plains of America, the consumption of animal protein is killing Americans who do not know enough to protect themselves from the storm of false information furnished by the vested interests who profit from the sale of animal flesh as food.

Clearing up confusions about the human body’s need for protein sheds a different light on health and diet.

The word “protein” is derived from the Greek language and means “of primary importance”. Amino Acids, the component parts of protein, are the biochemical basis for life and are required by every cell. The immune system’s antibodies are protein. Endrocine hormones are protein. The cement that holds our cells together is made of protein.

HOW MUCH PROTEIN IS “ENOUGH”

Human mother’s milk contains no more than 5% protein. This is enough protein to enable an infant to double its weight and size during the first six months of life! After that, the need for protein DECREASES.

Independent researchers around the world agree that the human need for protein each day is only 25 to 35 GRAMS (about one ounce). Many nutritionists feel that only 20 grams a day are more than enough. Meanwhile, the AVERAGE AMERICAN eats more than 100 GRAMS of protein a day–five times the actual need!

Reports in the American Journal of Clinical Nutrition say that people do not need to consume more than 2.5% of their daily caloric intake from protein. Even the World Health Organization says people need no more than 4.5% of their calories from protein.

So, as an alternative to animals flesh, how many calories are provided from protein in common raw fruits and vegetables?

SPINACH = 49%

BROCCOLI = 45%

CAULIFLOWER = 40%

LETTUCE = 34%

PEAS = 30%

GREEN BEANS = 26%

CUCUMBERS = 24%

CELERY = 21%

POTATOES = 11%

SWEET POTATOES = 6%

HONEYDEW MELON = 10%

CANTALOUPE = 9%

STRAWBERRIES = 8%

ORANGES = 8%

WATERMELON = 8%

PEACHES = 6%

BANANAS = 5%

PEARS = 5%

       WHERE’S THE PROTEIN IN THE BEEF?

Since our bodies recycle 70% of the protein waste, we lose only about 23 grams of protein a day (there are 28.35 grams in one ounce). To replenish this lost protein, your body needs only about 24 ounces (1.5 pounds) of protein a month. So, why do we think we must eat huge amounts of meat to be healthy? Advertising. The meat and dairy industries spend vast sums of money in television and magazine advertising every year to convince Americans that we must eat huge amounts of cow meat, cheese, milk, eggs, chicken and other assorted animal products.

What’s the truth about meat as a source of protein? The Food and Nutrition Board of the National Research Council states: “One of the biggest fallacies ever perpetuated is that there is any need for so-called ‘complete protein’.”

The fact is that protein is composed of amino acids. Amino acids are the building blocks of the human body. There are a total of 23 amino acids needed by the body, of which 15 of these our bodies manufacture in the liver–provided the liver is in good working order. The other eight amino acids must come from food so the body can build a complete protein.”

— Excerpt from THE OZ FACTORS, by Lawrence R. Spencer

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PSYCHOSIS REDEFINED

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psychosis redefinedThe original definition of the word “psychosis” came from the Greek word, psykhe– “soul”, i.e. psyche + -osis.  Greek psykhosis meant “a giving of life; animation; principle of life.” Definition of “-osis” in English: Denoting a process or condition.

The word “psychosis” in Earth “science” was invented in 1841 by German physician Karl Friedrich Canstatt (July 11, 1807,—1850) in his work Handbuch der Medizinischen Klinik. He used it as a shorthand for ‘psychic neurosis’. At that time neurosis meant any disease of the nervous system, and Canstatt was thus referring to what was considered a psychological manifestation of brain disease. (i.e. “brain” = “spirit or soul”.) Earth science cannot perceive a psyche, soul or spirit. So, all manifestations of the “psyche” are incorrectly attributed to “the brain”, which is a physical universe object.

A “psyche”, soul/spirit, is defined as an “Is-Be”, or Immortal Spiritual Being, in the book Alien Interview.  It is not a brain. An Is-Be is an eternal source of creative thought, animation, energy, and perception in the physical universe (and others) including all sentient life-forms. An Is-Be exists whether it is inhabiting a biological body or not. Collectively, all Is-Bes creating and perceiving interactively may be the source and cause of entire universes.

ALIEN INTERVIEWThe human Earth population are spiritual prisoners on Earth. Earth is a “prison planet” of the Old Empire government of this region of space, and beyond. The most common types of “psychosis” manifested by Is-Bes on prison planet Earth, are described in the book Alien Interview.

As a personal study exercise, I have taken the liberty of creating my own definitions, and abbreviated names, for  various types of Is-Be “psychosis” on Earth, based on descriptions of “untouchables” from the Alien Interview book, as follows:

“PP-Be” = Generic Prison Planet Is-Be, i.e. any Is-Be inhabiting a biological body on Earth, or disembodied Is-Be controlled by the amnesia / hypnosis machinery of the prison planet.

“Crim-Be” = Criminal Is-Bes such as common murderers and thieves, congressmen, military contractors, corporation CEOs, pharmaceutical companies, con-artists, etc..

“Perv-Be” = Sexually Perverted Is-Be such as rapists, child molesters, sex-slave traders, patriarchal priests, secret cult members, various politicians, sexual predators, sex drug pushers, or those who use sex as a weapon of control or to inflict pain.

“War-Be” = Military/industrial/Political/Banker Warmonger or Soldier Is-Be.

“Bank-Be” = Bankster Is-Be such as any banker, stock trader, land speculators, fiat money creators, etc. who create an alleged “valuable means of exchange” which is not supported by actual goods, services, food, survival necessities, etc., required for life of biological bodies and the maintenance of the planetary environment.

“Para-Be” = Parasitic Is-Be who cannot produce anything but can only bleed the labor, inventions or work from other Is-Bes using aesthetic lies, trickery, deception, false promises, treachery enforced on the “host” by legal and military force. Example: attorneys, priests of religion or science, politicians, bankers, gamblers, drug sellers, etc..

“Sci-Be” = Priests and/or practitioners of Western “science” or “medicine” on Earth.

“Art-Be” = Any of the numerous Artist / Performer Is-Bes such as painters, dancers, singers, writers, musicians, etc., whom the Old Empire deemed to be “untouchable” or useless to their totalitarian society.

“Worker-Be” = Slave Is-Bes who do manual labor in mines, on farms, in factories, etc., to feed the bodies and create wealth for the Para-Bes, Bank-Bes, etc..

“Psycho-Be” = chronically destructive, anti-social beings who cannot be corrected, changed or repaired.

“Rev-Be” = Is-Bes who are revolutionaries or political/military enemies of the Old Empire

“DEF-Be” = Is-Bes who are members of the Domain Expeditionary Force who have been captured on or near Earth, given amnesia and placed in biological bodies as part of the prison population of Earth.

“Smart-Be” = Is-Bes who are brilliant inventors, managers, thinkers, creators, etc.

“Dumb-Be” = Is-Bes who have sunken below the level of sentient awareness.

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DRIVING FOR MY SOUL

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About 40 years ago I bought a semi-truck and hit the roads of America hauling furniture as an contract trucker for Mayflower Van Lines.  I spent 2 years of my life running back and forth, up and down the freeways, byways and back roads of the U.S. of A — about 200,00 miles of driving.  I wanted to escape the city life of LA and years of reading spreadsheets all day as a corporate CFO.  There isn’t any other experience quite like driving 10 hours a day across the highways of America.  I worked all day loading my van with a house full of shit people wanted to take with them in search of another life. I was physically exhausted, but mentally revived.  I got into the best shape of my life:  160 lbs. of rock-hard muscle that made women want me more than I wanted them, even after being alone for 3 months between a visits with my (ex)wife.

There isn’t any way to see a country and meet it’s people unless you go there in person, seeing; listening, eating truck stop food, sleeping in cheap-ass hotels and spending five thousand hours in the cab of a truck all by yourself.  A trip across Texas take 3 days — north, south, east or west. No matter where to go in Texas, there’s more of it, and there’s almost always nothing there except more of nothing.  Scrub brush. A few cows. Dirt and dry grass.  Ironically, my current wife is from Texas – born and raised.  She’s the love of my life.  I’ve never known a more nobel person or a kinder soul.

The western US is the embodiment of desolate beauty.  The old Route 66 across Arizona and New Mexico to Chicago has an aura all it’s own: you can’t help feeling like there are alien space craft hidden in the Mesas whenever you go there.  Colorado is a planet all it’s own. Cresting the top of Eagle’s Pass for the first time scared the shit out of me when I saw how steep to decline was on the other side!  Air brakes have a limit and so did my courage.  Every region, every state is possessed by the beings that congregate there.  There is a spiritual presence of the people who share the reality of the South. The Civil War never ended for them.  The Northeast is like one big Courier & Ives post card: the crimson and gold hues of the trees in New Hampshire and Maine are a magnificent reflection of the Face of God!

I finally left the road behind after two nights sleeping in the single-bed bunk of my cab in the parking lot at a truck stop in Kansas City, MO in a blizzard, at Christmas time: it was 20 degrees below zero and the wind-chill made it twice as cold!  What a god-forsaken shit hole!  The tires of my truck were frozen solid to the ground with no hope of a load to get me out of town!  I called my dispatcher in Indiana and said, “Honey, fuck this!  I’m coming in.”

It turned in my truck, collected my final check and drove a “drive-away” car to Florida — anywhere to get out of the fucking frozen tundra of the Mid-West! I’ve been to Nashville and Milwaukee since then and finally learned my lesson: Never, Ever Go Back East In Winter Time!  Hell was never as cold as Wisconsin in the dead-winter of February!  Since then I’ve stayed on the Golden Shores of California.  Thank the Gods for sunshine!

Retrospect  (the rear-view mirror of 20/20 hindsight is your reward in old age ) reveals that I wasn’t your average truck driver.  I spent all those isolated hours driving 60 miles an hour, 10- hours a day, toward the horizon listening to cassette tapes of classic literature and philosophy.  I completed the education I never got in college on the asphalt highways of America.  You can listen to a very big pile of books in two years if that’s all you do all day long, every day, 10 hours a day, seven days a week.

Many years later I became a writer. My first book was ‘THE OZ FACTORS’.  My editor was Carol South, my wife’s best friend.  She died — young and painfully — of breast cancer.  We are blessed to have received the benefit of her tenacious intellect, aesthetic sense and technical ability.

Those two years I wasted on the road were more valuable to me than a 55-foot tractor-trailer full of gold.  It was there and then, in a hundred towns across 10,000 miles, that I conquered the physical universe on my own, mile by mile, load by load.  There are few things more gratifying than moving a baby-grand piano up a flight of stairs all alone.  I learned that it wasn’t my muscles or my body that made it move — it was my soul: the essence of myself deciding to make it go.  What else is there to know?

This song and video remind me of my days on the road.  It wouldn’t do it again, but I wouldn’t trade the lessons I learned for anything. — (Lawrence R. Spencer. 2012)