#you have 3 years of history and six months of gradual leaving

[a-lonely-tatertot]

I dont think theres any feeling like losing a friend

[toneoparticle13]

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1. Genetics

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These all indicate that you have inherited genes that cause the structures from which each hair grows, called hair follicles, To shrink and eventually stop producing hair. It is possible even in the early stages of adolescence though it is more typical in later life.

2. Pregnancy

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According to research published in the Journal of Cosmetic Dermatology in 2022, menopause and stopping or starting birth control pills may result in hair loss. This results from the change in hormonal balance that occurs during such circumstances.

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5. Thyroid 

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6. Age

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Primary Hair Loss Symptoms 

The Following Are A Few Signs Of Hair Loss:

1. Loss of scalp hair

2. Receding hairlines

3. A horseshoe pattern with the top of the skull visible.

4. Sudden patchy hair loss

The Top 6 Home Treatments For Hair Loss

If taken regularly, these natural cures for hair loss can work miracles. These everyday household and cooking items are readily available, safe to use and readily available. 

1. Coconut Oil 

Depending on your hair type, apply coconut oil before or after washing your hair. Use it for a few hours before washing it if your hair is oily. You should give your hair and scalp a coconut oil massage. Apply it overnight as a leave-in treatment if your hair is dry.It is necessary to conduct more research on the use of coconut oil to encourage hair growth. Nevertheless, it has been discovered to moisten the hair shaft and

2. Aloe Vera 

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3. Curry Leaves 

Your grandmother told you that curry leaves are very beneficial to the health of your hair. In the end she was right all along. These leaves give your hair health and vitality since they are rich in antioxidants and vitamins A, B, C, and E. 

4. Pumpkin Seed Oil

In a 2014 study, the authors examined how pumpkin seed oil can promote hair growth.

They noticed that the average hair count increased by 40% in men who took For six months, take 400 mg of pumpkin seed oil everyday. All of the guys had a history of androgenic alopecia or male pattern baldness. They took no additional hair loss supplements and ranged in age from 20 to 65.

5. Rosemary Oil 

Rosemary essential oil is frequently used to promote healthy hair growth and reduce hair loss. In addition to being used to treat androgenetic alopecia, rosemary oil has been demonstrated to encourage new hair development.

6. Onion Oil

The benefits exceed the disadvantages if you can stand the smell of onion juice. Onion  juice is  a successful treatment for the autoimmune condition known as patchy alopecia areata, in which the immune system attacks the hair follicles and results in hair loss in various body areas.

The Final Say

If you want to improve your hair, make a plan and follow it. There are certain uncontrollable hair development variables, such as inheritance. On the other hand, a wholesome and nourishing diet might promote incredible hair growth. Remember that it could take a while for the treatments to have a noticeable impact. 

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[my-johnlockficrecs]

hello hello hello, how are we doing? the first month of the new year has come to a scarily fast close – i hope it treated you well! my january was....well, it had its ups and downs for sure. i ended up reading way more fics than i had expected i would have time to. incidentally, i've also been sleeping much later these days 😂 so, may i humbly present my johnlock fic history for january! in which i shamelessly stalked authors' ao3 profiles, gorged myself on omegaverse fics and feverishly read an insane number of short and mid length fics. i've also decided to feature two spotlight recs this month instead of the intended one, because try as i might, i couldn't pick just one and, really, there's no need to tbh. enjoy!

key: 🐺 A/B/O • 🎆 new years themed • 🎄 christmas themed • blue highlight – reread

spotlight recs:

✰ Winning the Goat by @arwamachine (17k, E)

The life that Sherlock and John have together is rather unusual. Sometimes they lounge about the flat with their daughter. Sometimes they flee for their lives from a band of organ-harvesting criminals. Sometimes they shag. Sometimes Sherlock insists upon arguing with John about the Monty Hall problem for weeks on end. Somehow, they love each other. Somehow, it all works.

this! fic! it genuinely has everything. domestics, parentlock, hurt/comfort, bickering johnlock, the thrill of the chase, fluff, smut – it truly runs the gamut, and does so beautifully. Winning the Goat had me smiling and laughing throughout the whole thing. amidst the humour, arwa has managed to weave a more serious mood effortlessly, without ever deviating from the motif of the monty hall problem. the funny moments will have you laughing helplessly, the tender moments will have you getting all sappy, the smut will leave you hot and bothered, and you will definitely, definitely, get overly invested in the monty hall problem. (john is right and you can fight me on that)

✰ Solstice by @calaisreno (6k, teen)

It feels like the onset of winter, so gradual that you wake up one day and see frost decorating the windows and wonder when it suddenly became so cold...He lost John slowly, without either of them deciding that’s what would happen. The way to come back together must be so gradual that it’s almost imperceptible.

this is just the sweetest, slightly achy-in-a-good-way story of john and sherlock drifting apart before coming together again, as they always do. what i love about this fic is that it talks about an experience painful in all its mundane universality. but it also shows you that some bonds just cannot be broken. sherlock in this is lovely, patient and determined in his vulnerability.

bite sized (5k and less)

1. New Year, New Beginnings by DaisyFairy (810, teen) 🎆

New Year at a crime scene and John makes a decision.

2. It's Sentimental, I Know by @chriscalledmesweetie (469, G)🎆

This New Year’s Eve, Sherlock has only one resolution — to kiss John at midnight.

3. waiting (for the rising sun) by @simplyclockwork (2k, M)

No one has looked at you like that in a long time. Possibly not ever. But he looks at you, he lays your life out before you, and he doesn’t stop there.

4. a pleasant surprise by @simplyclockwork (3k, M)

Sherlock's first birthday after his return from the grave.

5. Six Degrees of Separation by testosterone_tea (5k, E)

Sherlock sees John in a coffee shop and decides that he's going to meet him as an experiment. The universe seems to conspire against him, making a mess of the experiment and Sherlock's emotions. But is it the universe intervening, or is Sherlock just being an idiot about this?

6. The Subversive Potential of Gender Transgression, Or: Goddamnit, Sherlock, Stop Drugging My Drinks by trashyfiction (5k, E) 🐺

For a case, Sherlock needs to see if he can make a drug that can override heat suppressants and make an omega go into heat immediately. He plans to test it on himself but things rarely go according to plan at Baker Street.

7. Five Vials of Blood by MythAnd (5k, M)

It starts the night that John brings him five vials of blood.

Or, in which Sherlock struggles to understand the intricacies of his relationship with John.

8. Under the Mistletoe by testosterone_tea (5k, E)

Mistletoe is a parasite, and Sherlock really wishes everyone would stop romanticizing it. What could possibly happen to change his mind?

9. Paper Hearts by testosterone_tea (4k, teen)

Sherlock is the loner kid that has no friends, and is certain that his interest in popular rugby player John Watson is unrequited. One day, he starts getting hearts in his locker from a mysterious admirer and has to decide whether or not he wants to find out who fancies him.

10. Molecular by scrub456 (1k, G)

"Hmmnh." John stretches, long and slow. That deep molecular feeling pulls at him. "Now there's a genius idea."

"Your tea will get cold," Sherlock whispers, barely restrained.

"You'll make more later."

11. Untold Stories by @discordantwords (4k, G)

John doesn't want to write up their latest case. Sherlock can't seem to let it go.

12. The Fly-Half in Silks by DemonicSymphony (4k, E) 🐺 {part 1 of the Hashfield Hall series}

Sherlock Holmes is a teacher at a prestigious boarding school when omega John Watson comes to teach part time and coach rugby. Predictably, sparks fly.

13. The Incident and First Deletion by DemonicSymphony (1k, G) 🐺 {part 2 of the Hashfield Hall series}

Set before The Fly-Half in Silks... what did happen that week John came home to work on a project with Mycroft?

Told from Sherlock's point of view in a journal with interjections from a meddling Mycroft.

14. Prick by Anyawen (1k, G) {part 1 of the Inked series}

John has an appointment. Sherlock wants to avoid Mummy and musical theatre. He tags along.

15. semiotics by Anyawen (3k, G) {part 2 of the Inked series}

If a picture is worth a thousand words, the tattoo on Sherlock's back is a novel. Luckily, it's in a language John can read.

16. On the Subject of the Haggis by mydwynter (3k, teen)

"Some hae meat and cannot eat, blah blah. You know. It's the 25th. Isn't that what your family does?"

John's brain slipped repeatedly as it tried to turn over this concept. "You're planning a Burns Night?"

"Have planned, John. And already executed. Obviously." Sherlock gestured at the display in the kitchen.

It began a long and sonsie night.

17. the things that comfort us by @hudders-and-hiddles (3k, teen)

Sherlock takes one of John's jumpers with him when he leaves to dismantle Moriarty's network. One day, John notices it's missing

18. On a Sunday Morning by Sd_Ryan (3k, G)

"John in his natural habitat was a subject most diverting, so for a long while the detective stayed hunched in his chair, spidery limbs tucked up and in, fingers steepled and pressed to lips, eyes unapologetically focused on the enigma, the clash of opposites, that was John Watson. He trailed top to bottom of that stout package, then bottom to top—gathering and sorting data."

Sherlock has a little problem. He can't stop obsessing about John Watson.

short fics (5k-15k)

19. More Than Words Can Say by @loveismyrevolution (13k, teen) 🎄

The Christmas season has found its way into 221B Baker Street. And the boys are talking. Mostly between the words though. Sometimes it's more important to listen to the words that aren't said.

20. the cherry on top by @simplyclockwork (7k, E) 🐺

John's never shown any interest in his Alpha flatmate, despite Sherlock's pining. When a case requires a different approach than usual, Sherlock finds himself struggling to keep his feelings to himself.

21. Never Trust to General Impressions by @thetimemoves (9k, teen)

John might not be a master of deduction, but as he likes to remind Sherlock on the regular, he’s no idiot either. There is what the world thinks of Sherlock, and then there is what John really knows.

Well, most of the time. There's always something.

Or, five things John Watson knows for sure about Sherlock Holmes and one thing he completely misses.

22. The Liquid Measure of Your Steps by Mazarin221b (8k, E) 🐺

The murder of a young alpha dancer at a posh omega club gives John and Sherlock a peek into the shadier side of the entertainment industry, where young, unsuppressed alphas are left as vulnerable targets to any omega intent on using their own bond compulsion against them.

23. Gordian by fresne (15k, E) 🐺

On any given day, Sherlock might come out of the bathroom smelling like an Alpha on the hunt (Alpha #8) or an Omega in heat (Omega #9), a Beta brooding (Beta #3), or like no gender at all. The last one was his actual scent, which wasn't so much scentless as confusing. At least in an adult.

If Sherlock and John were the sort of people to read Mills and Boon novels, they could have said that what occurred was because destiny intervened and set two destined lovers in their one true pairings' path.

It was the lasagna.

24. Praise Me by testosterone_tea (11k, E)

In which Sherlock has an interesting physical reaction to compliments and John discovers it.

25. Invite Me Over by testosterone_tea (8k, E)

Sherlock lives in a crappy, run-down flat during his grad studies in chemistry when an attractive med student moves in next door. Unilock.

26. Ugly Duckling by testosterone_tea (6k, E)

Sherlock has spent his life thinking that he's ugly, and it really wouldn't bother him except for two things: a) he wants John to like him, and b) he finds himself on a case involving underwear modeling. But apparently body positivity comes with a bloody side dish of serial killing, and John in nothing but pants is very distracting. What's an ugly duckling to do?

27. a slice of sentiment by @watsonshoneybee (9k, G)

Sherlock Holmes has a secret. A hot, gooey, greasy, extra cheese and pepperoni secret.

And he’s waiting for the person—the right person, the only person, the capital-O One person—to share it with.

28. Again by @discordantwords (9k, M) 🎄

It never seemed like the right time. And then time ran out.

notes: don't let the summary scare you! read the tags ;)

29. Missing the (Fixed) Point by @discordantwords (8k, teen)

John doesn't know Sherlock. Sherlock doesn't know John. The universe is not so easily dissuaded.

Or, five times Sherlock interrupted John's plans, and one time John interrupted his.

30. Forever Turning Corners by @discordantwords (9k, M)

Exactly one year and four days after Sherlock Holmes flung himself from the top of Barts Hospital, John Watson buys himself a bottle of good scotch and a train ticket. The train ticket is an impulse, the scotch is not.

31. Retrace by @discordantwords (7k, M)

John nearly takes a bullet. Then he takes a walk.

32. Pro Bono by PrettyArbitrary (9k, E) 🐺

Sherlock's a bit of a dick about the omega thing, but then he's a bit of a dick about everything. Even so, John doesn't venture where he knows he's not wanted.

(100% non-problematically consensual omegaverse. Because world-building is cool. A bit of relationship angst got in there, though.)

33. Where You Hang Your Heart by suitesamba (13k, M)

Part 1 - Sherlock (The Walking Man)

Part 2 - John (The Waiting Game)

When it was all over, when the east wind had blown through and they’d picked themselves off the pavement, Sherlock said enough.

When it was all over, when Mary was dead and Rosie didn’t have enough family left for John to risk even an adrenaline high, John watched Sherlock go.

Eighteen years later, the real journey begins.

34. This Time by @bertytravelsfar (12k, teen)

After five months of silence, John asks Sherlock to meet him for a coffee. Five months of learning to live completely without John has been harder than he could have imagined but the lure of seeing his friend once more is too much to pass up.

35. In a Changing Age by allonsys_girl (15k, E)

Sherlock wakes up in the 19th century, with no idea how he got there.

36. Lozenges by Zingiber (9k, M) {part 1 of the Five and One series}

Sherlock and John can both be careless with their health. Five times John tended to an ill Sherlock, and one time Sherlock tended to John.

37. Linens (from the bottom drawer) by Zingiber (15k, M) {part 2 of the Five and One series}

Sequel to Lozenges. Five times Sherlock calls John his husband and one time John calls Sherlock his.

38. Blind Marriage by inspiration_assaulted (7k, teen) {part 1 of the Blind series}

Lt John Watson, 25, will do just about anything to stay in the Army, even if it means marrying a man he's never met. It's only for two years, and he'll probably be in Afghanistan the whole time. How much can his life really change?

Sherlock Holmes, 21, is just entering rehab, at his mother's dying request. He can't receive the money she left him, the money he needs to live, unless he gets married. He signs the papers to shut Mycroft up. Besides, it's only for two years, and his husband is on a different continent. How much can his life really change?

39. Blind Love by inspiration_assaulted (10k, teen) {part 2 of the Blind series)

Sequel to Blind Marriage.

After he returns to England, John and Sherlock struggle into life as a married couple.

40. Close Your Eyes by inspiration_assaulted (1k, G) {part 3 of the Blind series}

After they return from Baskerville, John is angry and Sherlock is sorry. He's very sorry indeed, and he plans to prove it to his husband.

One-shot

41. Oh How the Ghost of You Clings by @arwamachine (13k, teen)

Sherlock has been dead for over a year, and John fully intends to spend January 29th—the anniversary of the day he and Sherlock met—laying low and trying not to cry. The universe, it would appear, has a somewhat different plan for John. As a mounting series of consequences sends John across the city to all the spots he and Sherlock haunted that first day they knew each other, John begins to suspect that the universe is not being very lazy at all.

mid length (16k-50k)

42. every precious failure and amateur cartography by kenopsia (indie) (22k, M) 🐺

John is not a fan of alphas. His beta flatmate, Sherlock is also not a fan of alphas. 221b is a no-knots-allowed club.

43. The Six Steps of Courtship by emptycel (28k, E) 🐺

Sherlock doesn't hold any love for his omega status. However, that doesn't stop him from going undercover and joining on online dating site to try and find the person responsible for a string of vicious omega homicides.

It should have been easy, open and shut.

He just didn't expect to meet an alpha named John Watson.

And enter the six steps of courtship.

44. The Pretence of an Unacknowledged Truth by stickleworting (28k, E) 🐺

He’s decided to just be himself, cliché as it sounds. The lie about being Sherlock’s mate will be difficult enough to keep up, he’s not going to think up more of a charade regarding himself on top of that.

If he uses the wrong fork at dinner, fine. If someone calls him on it, he’ll just stab them with it. Job done.

45. Relative Incandescence by orphan_account (35k, E) 🐺

Two musical notes: Every parrot and every construction worker knows them. Shrill and salacious, so Sherlock will remember: You are on display. It’s supposed to be a compliment. Supposed to make him feel good, that they have laboured to remind him.

It makes him feel like a package of meat, set down into the cooler, raw and waiting to eaten.

46. tomorrow will dawn the same as today by @hudders-and-hiddles ​(17k, E, ch: 3/?)

Sherlock wakes up on a grey London morning, alone. Tomorrow he'll do the same. Whatever he does, wherever he goes, however his night might end, tomorrow he'll do the same.

note: technically this is incomplete, but it felt complete to me. not really a cliffhanger ending

47. Treading Water by @discordantwords​ (21k, teen)

It is not working. Whatever John was hoping to accomplish over these past six months, whatever he was hoping to prove by selling the little house he'd shared with Mary and returning to build a home out of the rubble of Baker Street has not come to pass. He is a welcome presence, but he is miserable.

As their personal and professional relationship slowly unravels under an intangible strain, a case forces Sherlock and John to spend the night inside the London Aquarium.

48. The Dead Detective by @discordantwords (37k, M)

John Watson has spent the last three years of his life simply going through the motions. A chance encounter with a man claiming to be a stranded spy changes everything.

long fics (50k and above)

49. The Measure of a Gentleman by i_ship_an_armada (67k, E)

It is a truth universally acknowledged, that a single man in possession of a good fortune, must be in want of a partner.

Less universally acknowledged is that a single man in possession of very little in the way of fortune may be in want of a partner as well, but John Watson had little time or energy to devote to his own wants or needs...

Enter one Mr Holmes...

50. To Stand Before the Storm by @arwamachine (132k, E)

Somebody has been killing sheep on an uninhabited island just off the western coast of Ireland, and Sherlock—of course—can’t resist the call to investigate. As a soon-to-be-divorced John and a recently-not-dead Sherlock unravel the mystery of the murdered sheep, they find that they may be forced to confront unspoken sentiments that have lingered between the two them for some time—that is, if they don’t fall victim to the dangers of the island first.

51. Electric Pink Hand Grenade by BeautifulFiction (67k, E)

"If Sherlock's brain is a hard drive, then these attacks are an electro-magnetic pulse." Sherlock Holmes does not do anything by half, not even a migraine. It falls to John to witness one of the greatest minds he has ever known tear itself apart, and he must do his best to help Sherlock pick up the pieces.

wips

52. noise complaint by @simplyclockwork (64k, E, ch: 22/25)

One loud upstairs neighbour and three days of non-stop party music lead Sherlock to an unexpected meeting.

53. after hours by @simplyclockwork (14k, E, ch: 5/6)

After meeting Sherlock Holmes as a patient, Doctor John Watson can't get the intelligent, attractive consulting detective with the limp off his mind. He is determined not to overstep professional boundaries until an after hours encounter with the man himself has John seeing things in a different light.

collections

Tumblr Inspired/Prompted Sherlock Fics- Part One by @simplyclockwork

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[undermattsun-archive]

taste

(skate rat) kawanishi taichi x fem!reader | w.c 3.5k

a/n: SURPRISE it’s a sequel to mouth <3 my original skate rat sin i suppose, and also like my first real fic/drab for the fandom. god bless. as always thank u to @bakatenshii​ + @sugardaddykenma​ for putting up with me ranting about this fic (and also putting up with me since mouth)

big big thanku to #1 wife @pomsuki​ for reading this for me and yelling at me to finish this damn thing <3

18+ university age | pls read ALL warnings

warnings: drugs, public sex, dub/noncon exhibitionism, degredation, humiliation, dubcon, blood, slight injury (it’s a bloody nose), toxic behavior, misogynistic energy? vibes? you’ll know when u see it honestly

reading mouth isn’t necessary but it is appreciated! and pls check out melt + nightingale syndrome for they exist in the same skate rat universe (+ they’re delicious fics) also the people who wrote em r BIG SEXY

There were more than enough reasons to quit Kunimi Akira. He never texts back, he doesn’t go to class, he’s fucked a few of your friends and he couldn’t commit if you paid him. He was simply a waste of time, it was like every second spent with him was another mark ticked off a test, a percentile lowering on your next paper.

But chucking Kunimi would be like trying to sort grains of rice, difficult and damn near impossible. He always knew how to draw you back in and he enjoyed the mind games a lot more than his bored expression would let on. 

Despite the impossibility of quitting him you had to at least try, so you swore up and down that hooking up with him at Oikawa’s party some odd months ago was truly the last of it, that you were done with him and all of his irritating skate rat friends.

Which begs the question of how you ended up at the little concrete amphitheater on campus, sandwiched between Hanamaki and Matsukawa on one of the steps, a blunt being passed between the two of them without so much as a second glance towards you.

“Say, when’s the last time you and Kunimi had fun?” Makki’s grin is nothing short of lascivious, a slimy feeling weighs on your tongue as you shrug off a shudder.

“Say, was that ever any of your business?” You retort, snatching the blunt from his lips bringing it to your own and inhaling deeply, revelling at the warmth creeping down your throat and filling your chest. 

“Quit it Makki, she’s not gonna fuck you. Kunimi got her ‘round his little finger,” Mattsun coos, taking back the blunt, “besides, heard she’s a fuckin ice queen in the sack. Boooring.”

A sharp inhale keeps you grounded, the sound of Iwaizumi’s board slamming back down onto the pavement reminding you where you are, who you’re with. You’re not going to fall for Mattsun’s little games too.

“Tch.” Daggers prick at your lips, but you bite your tongue knowing that fueling the fire will earn you nothing but a headache. It’s not like you’re waiting for anything, or anyone, stealing a few more hits and leaving would be the best option.

“Oh? Nothing to say? But I heard your mouth was your only redeeming quality.” You focus your gaze on Iwaizumi telling Oikawa to stay out of his way, trying not to let your growing discomfort scare you away. The stubborn refusal of letting Mattsun’s words win only letting a dull ache grow at the base of your skull, prickling further when he and Makki let out low mocking laughs.

“Hey fucknuts!” Your head whips over to see a blur of crimson race by, followed gradually by a few other familiar faces you’ve seen around at parties and on campus.

“God, not these assholes.” Makki laughs as Oikawa makes faces at one of the newcomers. Your eyes drag across the unfolding scene as the number of rowdy idiots grows. You swallow hard, knowing that staying any longer would only cause your headache to further bloom.

“That’s my cue to leave.” You sigh, it’s not like you were waiting for Kunimi in the first place. You weren’t. You were just...killing time.

“Leaving?” Your head tips back to look up at the source of the question, Kawanishi Taichi, of course. 

“Yeah, dunno why I’m here in the first place.” You brush off his quirked brow and shove Mattsun hard with your shoulder as you stand up. With a curt nod, you smooth a hand over your jeans, turning on your heel to brush past Kawanishi, ignoring the low whistle that falls from his lips. You make it a good distance down the walkway before the sound of crunching footsteps behind you prickles at your ears as you ready yourself to tell whoever it is to get lost. 

“Want a ride?” You let out a huff as you look over your shoulder to see Kawanishi standing so nonchalantly, hands tucked into his pockets as he chews on a toothpick.

“Shouldn’t you be skating around with your little boyfriends?” The comment slips out, followed by your tongue sliding over your bottom lip as if it’ll soften the sharpness of your tone. 

“Nah, just droppin 'em off,” his eyes rake up and down your figure as you turn to face him, “where’s yours?”

“My what?”

“Your little boyfriend. You were waiting there like a lost puppy for him.” A protest rises in your chest, curbing it when you see a flash of something akin to flirtatious teasing in his normally passive eyes. 

“I... I don’t have one.” The words are slathered in honey, punctuated with a flutter of your lashes as Kawanishi takes another step forward. 

If Kunimi likes playing all those stupid games, why not play a few of your own?

“Is that so?” His head tilts slightly, you feign shyness, fiddling with the hem of your shirt as you smile sweetly at him, confirming your statement with a nod of your head. “My car’s just over in the parking lot.” He tips his head in the direction of the closest lot, before turning to start walking. Without hesitation you easily fall into step beside him, trying to dampen your rising nerves.

Despite the dumb little hookups peppering your dating history, you had only gone so far with most of them, Kunimi being one of the few —and the only one you crawled back to— that you had made the unfortunate pleasure of going all the way with. You keep pushing away at the thoughts of inexperience as Kawanishi approaches an old, beat up, black Corolla, the paint flaking off with dings and dents littering across the body, the impeccably shiny rims on the wheels making you snort. 

It was a rather famous car across campus, seeing it around with stupid skate rats crammed in there with the windows fogged with smoke was an almost daily occurrence, especially highlighted by how it’s tied to one too many stories of girls having varying encounters with Kawanishi –and sometimes one of his friends– in said car.

“Wanna smoke or skip to the real fun?” He never minced any words, always up front or just completely skipping out on the conversation. It always made him the best project partner in the odd classes you’ve shared over your uni years.

“I don’t like waiting.” The fuzziness nipping at your spine from the few hits you took earlier were just enough, not wanting to dull your senses completely during this encounter. The bluntness of your answer causes a smirk to play at Kawanishi’s lips as he opens the door to the back.

“Well then, ladies first.” He gestures to the gray cloth seats, you make a point to ignore the questionable stains littered across it as you slide in, trying to focus instead on figuring out the heady scent permeating through the car. Cheap cologne, cigarettes, weed and maybe stale beer, and something that was distinctly him. 

Your eyes are drawn to a stain on the roof that looks oddly similar to an eagle, the thought unfinished as Kawanishi practically dives in after you. The sound of the door slamming preempting hands roaming over your body and lips moving against your neck. 

“Kawa-”

“Just Taichi.” He clips as he works the buttons of your jeans, a coarse hand working against your spine as he unhooks your bra.

“Eager much?” You laugh as he pushes at your shirt and bra exposing pert nipples to cool air, simultaneously managing to work your jeans past your hips and down your thighs.

“You said no waiting.” With a chaste kiss to your lips he’s maneuvering you onto your stomach, raising your hips in the air, face shoved halfway between the seat and door.  You let out a huff as your hand braces itself against the door, while the other on the seat below you, trying to find some semblance of comfort in the cramped setting.

“Mhm.” It’s the best reply you can manage as he grinds his clothed cock against the cleft of your ass, already hard. You can only imagine how many women he’s had in this situation to award all six feet and three inches of himself the ability to move so successfully around in the cramped backseat. 

Nimble and worn fingers circle around your hip, dipping down to tease at dampening lace, eliciting a soft moan from you. You push back against him, delighting in the soft grunt he lets out as he curls himself over you to scrape his teeth over your nape. His fingers continue to run up and down against your clothed cunt, pressing at the growing slick spot marking your wanting hole.

“Excited huh?” He mumbles as he skims his tongue against the shell of your ear, you manage a low hum in reply as he slides his hands back up, tugging down the flimsy piece of clothing, exposing your needy cunt to hungry eyes. He wastes no time pressing his fingers against your twitching hole, causing you to wiggle your hips just enough to earn a low chuckle and send the message of just how much you want him, need him. 

Without any further hesitation he slips in a finger, your back arching with the realization his fingers are longer than Kunimi’s, chest burning at the fact you could even think of another man in this situation. As if he can sense your wandering thoughts Taichi works in another finger, another following quickly after. There’s no urgency in his movements, each twist and thrust of his fingers methodical, curling in just the right way, making sure to brush his thumb over your throbbing clit to send a stinging pleasure up your spine. 

You can’t deny the way he’s taking you apart so sweetly, the tightening deep in your belly achingly sweet, as he starts to thrust his fingers even deeper, tiny gasps and whines starting to grow louder and louder as you careen towards bliss. With a particularly rough curl of his fingers you feel yourself come undone completely, punctuated by a shameless moan.

The sound of knuckles tapping against the fogged glass pulls you out of your blissful haze, still acutely aware of the way Taichi has his fingers lazily twisting inside of you. 

“It’s open.” He tugs you back by the hips slightly as he retracts his fingers painfully slow, listening as he unzips his jeans. Your heart races as the passenger door opens, shifting uncomfortably to try to catch a glimpse of who’s slid into the car.

“Oh, so that’s where you went, Mattsun said you were hanging around.” Your blood runs cold, your state of undress tightening your chest as you become painfully aware of the situation you’re in. The passive tone of Kunimi’s voice nips at your skin, tears away at the search of mindless fun that you had tried to pursue with Taichi, filling your chest with raw embarrassment.

“What do you want?” The tear of a wrapper following the question, whatever protest you had silenced by a hand coming down to grip harshly at your ass.

“You have my grinder.” Kunimi slips into the passenger seat, the sound of the glove box popping open making your eyes squeeze shut. 

“Yeah well close the door at least.” Your eyes widen at Taichi’s statement, you didn’t want Kunimi to just close the door, you wanted him to leave.

“Whatever. Can I smoke in here?” It doesn’t sound like much of a question, more of a declaration with the ‘can’ and the question mark tacked on for decoration.

“I don’t care, do you?” You crane your head just enough to catch the blasé expression on Taichi’s face, a quirked brow directed more at your ass than you.

“Yeah sweetheart, care if I’m in here while you’re whoring yourself out?” Kunimi scoffs, the irritated tinge to his bored tone making you furrow your brows.

“Oh fuck you.” You start to rise on your elbows, only for Taichi’s hand to land between your shoulder blades, keeping you from moving any further. You let out a huff as Kunimi clicks his tongue in feigned disappointment.

“Sorry babe, it’s me who’s fucking you this time around, maybe Kunimi can get the next round.” Before you can even bother with a retort, Taichi drags the head of his cock against slick folds, teasing at your entrance. You let your head hang down, the click of a lighter grating on your nerves more than you would like to admit. 

“Please, fuck me, I want it so bad.” The whininess of your voice annoys even you, but if Kunimi wants to stick around and get on your nerves, then two could play that game. 

“Since you asked so nicely.” Just like before he slides in slowly, carefully, as if to make you memorize what each inch of him feels like splitting you apart so sweetly.

“Shit.” You exhale shakily as you try to adjust to him, it had been months since you last fucked anyone, since you last fucked the asshole sitting passenger.

He sets a leisurely pace, steady and infuriating. There’s a hand clamped down on your hip, fingers digging in painfully to keep you in place, to establish that he’s the one calling all the shots. You huff, still trying to buck your hips to meet his thrusts. There’s something in his actions that makes you feel greedy, desperate for so much more than he’s offering.

There’s no way around it, you’re completely at his mercy, left taking the shallow, slow thrusts that only makes the desperate ache deep in your cunt grow.

“Hook a finger or two in her mouth.” There’s a pause in Taichi’s motions, letting you finally take a deep breath of the thick weed laced air. “Don’t look at me funny, do it and see what happens.”

You hear a non-committal hum as those devilishly nimble fingers skim past your jaw, a whimper preceding his index pushing past your lips with a harsh tug at the corner of your mouth, the painful stretch of your cheek causing you to clench down on his length.

“Oh? You were right.”

“She’s already broken in,” Kunimi takes a long drag of the joint hanging in his fingers, “no point in holding back.” 

It’s as if a flip is switched in Taichi, the statement becoming an immediate challenge as he hooks in another finger beside the other, yanking harshly as the snap of his hips becomes almost painful. The sound of skin slapping against skin fills the car, swirling with the heady smoke defiling the air. 

“W-Wait Taichi.” The words are garbled around his fingers, and you’re quickly dismissed as he snakes around his other hand to hook his middle and index on the other corner of your mouth, the stretch in your lips burning as he shifts from the quick paced thrusts to deep, hard strokes.

His only reply is to tug harshly on your mouth as pathetic whines and distored words spill from you. 

You can feel yourself start to shake almost violently, still reeling from your earlier orgasm and suffering at the hands of Taichi’s now vicious pace. Each thrust pushing you into madness, each tug of his fingers bringing you back. 

“Fuck, fuck.” He curls over you again, sloppily running his tongue up your nape. “You wanna cum?” 

“Mhmm,” you yelp at a particularly rough slam of his hips, “please.”

He grunts, moving a hand to grip at the back of your head while keeping his other hand planted on your hip, fingers biting into your hip. There’s no warning as he grinds into you, the hold on your hip finally relenting as he slides his digits back down to pinch at your throbbing clit, the bit of pressure sending you careening over the edge.

“T-Taichi.” Pleasure wracks through your body, your legs tremble violently as you try to move your hand on the door, shoulder aching from holding yourself in place. The second your hand moves, you give into the force of Taichi’s hand on the back of your head, forcing you to slam face first into the door, the impact making your nose sting, blood immediately starting to gush, running down your face and chin. 

You’re not sure if he doesn’t notice or doesn’t care as he continues his assault, the once careful, methodical thrusts turning desperate and depraved as he moves with reckless abandon. His teeth drag across your shoulder, before pulling out completely.

“Don’t need this.” You grip at your nose, trying to ignore the disgusting feeling of blood seeping onto your fingers, looking over your shoulder again to see Taichi pull off the condom. You can’t even protest with the way you’re bleeding profusely, pinching at your bridge at a poor attempt of stopping the bleeding.

“Stay still.” In one swift movement he’s plunging back into you, bottoming out immediately, a muffled yell falls from your lips, arching your back as he drives into you with just a few more hard thrusts you feel his seed spill inside you. 

For a moment you two stay suspended, the head of his cock nudging against your cervix, making you groan in a twisted sense of pleasure of pain. He pulls out painfully slow, delivering another harsh slap your ass as he sits back.

“Oh, sorry ‘bout your nose.” He helps you flip onto your back, swiping his thumb over the blood trickling onto your lip before shucking off his t-shirt and handing it to you. “Don’t have any tissues.” 

“So who’d you like playing fuck toy for better?” For a split second, somewhere between the back breaking orgasm and your nose being slammed into the door, you had blissfully forgotten that Kunimi was still in the car, but now that perfect illusion just had to be shattered.

“Must you be such a dick all the time?” You manage to pull your jeans back up, hissing at the stinging pain in your hips and lower back, ignoring the lewd feeling of Taichi’s cum starting to leak from your abused cunt. 

Beside you Taichi manages to tuck himself back into his pants, reaching under the driver's seat to yank out a hoodie reeking of weed and cigarettes.

“Maybe you two should just get together already.” Taichi lets out a low chuckle as he pulls on the hoodie, getting out of the backseat, slamming the door hard before throwing the driver’s door open. You don’t even bother trying to hook your bra back on as you pull your shirt down, letting yourself slump back down and lay across the backseat as you reach up to check if your nose is still bleeding.

“Like hell.” Kunimi twists around in the passenger seat, looking down at you with an amused smirk, offering the freshly rolled joint to you. “You look like shit. I said she was broken in, not to break her more.” He only gets a wry laugh from Taichi as he starts the car.

“Thanks, right back at you.” You sit up just enough, looking at Kunimi expectantly. He shakes his head before twisting the joint in his fingers and placing it between your lips, producing the lighter. Just as he’s about to hand it to you he brings his hand back a bit, grabbing your jaw with his other as he lights the joint. He picks up Taichi’s bloodied shirt, pouring water from a twisted plastic bottle onto it before passing it back to you.

“Cute, blew her back out and you’re doting on her.” You watch as Kunimi moves to sit back in his seat, not even bothering to spare you a second glance as he shrugs. You dab away at the drying blood on your face, ignoring a few of the splotches that landed on the joint.

“Guess I play favorites, drop us off at my place.” 

“Us?” You exhale after a long drag, narrowing your eyes at the back of Kunimi’s head as Taichi pulls out of the parking spot.

“What do I even get out of doing that?” You can’t help but nod in agreement of Taichi’s statement, feeling yourself growing annoyed at the way they seem to ignore your entire presence.

“You can fuck her again.” Kunimi offers and you almost drop the joint as your jaw falls open at the absolute nerve of the man. 

“Excuse me? I’m right here?” The way that neither of them even flinch at your statement, let alone acknowledge it makes you slump back into the seat, begrudgingly accepting the fact whatever you say isn’t worth shit to either of them.

“Hm.” It doesn’t sound like he’s actually considering the offer, but the quick look over his shoulder as he turns out of the parking lot sends a chill down your spine and your stomach to twist.

“Believe it or not, her mouth’s her one redeeming quality.” The two of them snicker, like two old pals sharing an inside joke.

“Shut the fuck up.” You’re brushed off once again as they toss back a few more comments before Taichi stops at a red light, looking over at Kunimi, then back at you and finally back towards the road.

“Yeah alright.”

[olivinesea]

No One Else But Me

a/n: Trying this Whumptober situation. No real warnings, things get a little suggestive at the end. ~1.7k

Emily is trying to adjust to new life by running away from her old one.

Whumptober 2021: Day 3: insults - taunting - “Who did this to you?”

She stared out her office window, eyes unfocused as the fog swirled around the buildings, masking their shapes, muting every color to a thin, interminable grey. She didn’t really see any of it, instead it acted as a background upon which she could project her memories. This time of day was always the hardest. Nearly time to leave, the rush of investigations and consultations past, only a few lingering forms to fill out. This was the time when she felt the most homesick. She hated that she knew how that felt now, after having spent the first several decades of her life without a home to be sick for. There had been residences and staff, grounds and gardens, each location only differentiated by the language that wove through the hallways and kitchens. In the ambassador’s presence it was always English. But Emily, so often lost to the shadows and corners of her mother’s political ambitions, was captivated by the intricacies of each new language she encountered. Her quick mind absorbed vocabulary and structure, trying to capture the one thing she could take with her when they inevitably left, searching for something that might connect her back to all the places she’d been.

Her childish hunt for a home in words became a useful skill when she chose her profession, helping her to blend seamlessly into various backstories, to move without notice through foreign countries, never attracting attention as the loud American who insisted on English. She found it a little bitter that of all the foreign places she could have ended up, she’d picked the only one with closer ties to English than America. Conversing in foreign languages didn’t just help with her job, it helped Emily become someone different, someone with roots, with a history of more than loneliness. Supervisors were always pleased to discover the breadth of her ability, thinking they’d lucked out on such valuable tool. They didn’t realize she was using them as much as they were using her. They were her ticket to places farther and farther removed from Emily Prentiss, places she hoped she could find someone different to be, someone worth being.

Now Emily was in London, running a unit for Interpol, having taken the ultimate journey away from herself, all the way into death and back. Despite getting exactly what she’d thought she wanted when she threw herself into different identities, she found herself wishing she could be the old Emily again. She’d been there about six months and still hardly knew anyone. She was purposely keeping distant from her co-workers, not yet recovered from the mess she made back in Virginia.

For a few years there she had allowed herself to believe she had found a home, been part of a family. She’d given everything to keep that family safe, to the point where she could no longer exist for them. Then, against all odds, she’d had a chance to return, to fit back into the space she’d left only to find it would never work. She was a different person to them now. Not in obvious ways but just enough to make it hurt. She wasn’t really leaving them, she reasoned, because they had already left her. Despite their best intentions to make her feel welcome they couldn’t undo their mourning, couldn’t forget the weight of her casket.

Turning away from the window, she repeated her promise to herself. She would’t make that mistake again. She’d lived a life without attachments for so long, this was just a return to form. She could do her job without making friends, without finding a family. The other agents had stopped inviting her out for drinks after too many declined offers. She was aware of their whispers—she was cold, she was aloof, she was calculating. All things she had heard before, insults so unoriginal they were bereft of any power. As she watched the group leave, laughing, jostling, she had a brief moment of unreality, a layering of wistful memories over her vision. Shaking her head, she turned back to her work, twisting away from the feeling. If she didn’t think about it, it didn’t matter.

Later that evening, after the lights in the office had long been turned off, the take out she’d mostly ignored gone cold on the counter, she went out to a bar. It was not one of the ones her coworkers might congregate at. This place was full of dimly lit alcoves, more corners than seemed logical for a standard shaped building. Far too loud for conversation, but no one went there to talk. She drank until her hands were numb, a sensation that reminds her of being dead. Unconcerned, she sipped at another drink while simultaneously drawing in the attention of a stranger, like she has so many nights before. It didn’t even take any effort anymore, she knew all the right moves to make. Her chest felt hollow as she flashed a smile, tilting her head just enough to make her intentions clear. Soon they were stumbling out the side door, ricocheting off one another as they made their way to the other person’s apartment.

Time blurred, sounds and colors fading in and out. Laughing up the stairs, fumbling the lock. Another drink offered and forgotten. A door opened into unlit bedroom—no just leave the lights off. The sheets smelled of a fabric softener she recognized but couldn’t place. Come here. All so familiar, she wasn’t sure if it was happening now or if she’d passed out on her couch again. It all felt the same. But no, she was in this particular bed, the other woman asleep beside her, breathing lightly. Emily stared up at the ceiling, thoughts trailing behind her actions, gradually catching up to herself. She was trying to remember how many times she’d been in this position. Wondering if the count reset when she died.

She was so deep in her memories she didn’t feel a hand slip under her shirt, sliding up her stomach slowly until it stopped abruptly, met with an unexpected change in terrain. The thick knot of scar tissue raised on her chest, just below her sternum.

“What—what is that?”

Startled, she pushed the hand away and sat up, trying to remember the other woman’s name. She twisted her fingers into the soft t-shirt fabric, grounding her thoughts in the present moment. That’s the real difference, she thought. She kept her shirt on these days. This was what differentiated now from her youth of doing all the same things—losing herself in the same kind of bars, the endless string of one night stands, the faces blending together. She didn’t usually stay long enough for anyone to notice this quirk. They’re usually too intoxicated to care, to push at this flimsy boundary. She’d gotten good at managing it, making it seem accidental, too rushed to get every piece of clothing off. Besides, the kinds of people she sought out didn’t care about her specifically, only looking to fill the same sort of void in their life as she was in hers. A body to occupy the invisible hours, the times when there wasn’t anything louder than unchecked thoughts. They were all just looking for passage through the night.

No one had ever asked her about her scar before now. Not even her team back at the BAU. She could tell they had wanted to sometimes—Spencer needing to see the proof of her resurrection like the stigmata, Hotch craving restoration of balance years after she had seen his own marks of mortality. But they were all too afraid to ask, too afraid of this new, not-quite-Emily.

She didn’t respond, but looked at the other woman, trying to hold the specific details of her in her mind. She was tired, too tired to keep running. What did it matter if this one stranger saw? She would’t remember her in the morning. She couldn’t even remember her name right now. When she saw that Emily wasn’t moving away, only waiting, watching for the next move, the woman lifted her hand to the hem of Emily’s shirt again.

“Can I?”

Emily’s nod was tight, already angry with herself for wanting this connection, for allowing this vulnerability. But she didn’t stop her. She lifted the shirt up slowly until the scar was fully exposed. Emily looked away as she traced a fingertip across it, always hating the not-feeling sensation of being touched along the dead nerve endings. Knowing she should feel something and being unable to.

“Who did this to you?”

Her voice was hushed, sounding awed, as if Emily was some sort of mythical creature rather than a human being with a lifetime of stupid mistakes. Like she expected to hear a fairy tale of magic and heroes, like there is some purpose behind the scar. As if it was not the never ending reminder that she had lost everything she ever wanted and only had herself to blame.

She had thought she was so smart, that she could keep everyone safe and handle it on her own. She’d thought that right until the moment she died. Like every other fool, she hadn’t realized what she had until she lost it. She had insisted to herself that things were as they had always been, that she had to handle them the way she always had. She knew now that it could have been different but it was too late.

The scar was a hateful reminder every day when she looked at herself in the mirror. She wished she could avoid looking at it but it pulled her attention like a black hole, taunting her with her frailty, her desire for connection thrown back in her face. He could have just as well stabbed her in the heart, the symbolism would have fit better.

Emily scowled. This wasn’t what she came here for. She just wanted to forget about herself and she knew exactly how to do that. She pulled the hand away again, this time rolling on top of the other woman, knees braced on either side of her hips. She laced their fingers together, bringing the woman’s other hand up to meet the searching one, trapping them against the pillow above her head. Emily leaned forward, her face close to the stranger’s, pupils dilated as anticipation flashed heat across her cheeks, arching her back to try to meet Emily’s body with her own.

“It doesn’t matter.”

[author-a-holmes]

Underwing Challenge Day 3

"Who is your main cast? Describe as many of your OCs as you can cram into one post."

(Event Link) - (Day One) - (Day Two)

As many as I can cram into one post? Whooo-boy, you have no idea what you've asked for <3

Because Stolen is a Fantasy Romance, it's written in Third Person Close/Limited from the points of view of Stella Korazon and Reilly Mosswolf.

Stella Korazon

"Loving someone forever is the easy part, so long as you actually love them in the first place." - Stella

At the start of Stolen, Stella is a young but very talented thief. She was raised by her Da', Colm Korazon in a wagon that they used to travel the East Coast caravan route of Moryann.

Her greatest skills include being able to read a persons body language, and her pick-pocketing. She was taught how to fight, but her preferred reaction is to evade, dodge, run, or a mixture of the three.

Physically she's small. Short, and very slim, and with long blonde hair to her waist/hips and large blue eyes that make her look younger than she is, a look that she often uses to her advantage.

Stella's also a very good mimic, she can copy people's patterns of speech and behaviors as long as she's given sufficient time to study them.

Her biggest disadvantage is innocence. While Stella isn't naive to the dangers of Moryann, or the darker sides of the world she lives in, her Da' always encouraged social isolation. Teaching her to trust him, herself, and no one else. This makes for a strange dichotomy to her character that I enjoy playing with where she might be able to flirt with a mark and fluster them enough to rifle through their pockets unnoticed, but blush and stumble when being on the receiving end of genuine thanks or kindness.

Reilly Mosswolf

"You're in trouble, and I can help. Do I need more of a reason than that?" - Reilly

Reilly's parents were murdered when he was very young. He's elven, so very young for him was around 22 years, the developmental equivalent to mid-teens.

After his parents death, Reilly had his younger sister to look after, so he took to stealing. He was rather bad at it, and was caught. Luckily, for him, but the Guild Master of the Antillune Thieves Guild, Aldune Lamuird.

Instead of turning Reilly over to the guard, he took Reilly and his sister into the guild and looked after them, training both siblings himself when they expressed a desire to learn the trade.

At the start of Stolen, Reilly is 252 years old, and the current guild master having inherited his position from Aldune. Despite that he, and the guild, are in trouble.

For the previous year or two, there has been a rival guild from the Western side of Moryann beginning to encroach on the Antillune Guild's territory and while it hasn't yet escalated to an all out war, tensions are building.

Not least because around 6 months prior, Reilly's sister was found dead, having been clearly tortured. While Reilly is sure that the rival guild are responsible, he has no evidence and won't put the thieves under his protection at risk for a personal vendetta.

Physically, Reilly has the black eyes and sun-burnished skin of his mother's Desert Elf heritage. He also has black hair that he keeps shoulder length, and a scruff of a beard that helps give a messy edge to a face that would otherwise stand out in a crowd. He also has the traditional Forest Elf tattoo's that span from shoulder to wrist along his left arm; His family history written in elven.

His strengths are his experience, and his willingness to listen to opinions and advice other than his own. Reilly is a strong fighter, and Aldune taught him to carefully balance the racial specific talents of both his parents bloodlines, and to use them to his advantage. He has the powerful blows that belong to the forest clans, but the speed of the desert elves, making him a formidable opponent before he even picks up a blade.

Reilly's biggest disadvantage is his fear of losing people. Over the years, Reilly has lost almost everyone he's ever loved or cared for. His parents, Aldune, his sister Eryn, even a lover or two. He has an inner circle of people he relies on within the guild, six people he trusts above all others, but his best friend and the only one truly able to get through to him is Dara Brookor.

Reilly uses nicknames and pet-names to distance himself from his guild members, giving the illusion of closeness, but using the affectionate names to distance himself, and make sure he can't put a real name to a face should one of the people under his protection turn up dead.

It's when Reilly begins to use a person's real name, that they've truly begun to worm their way under his armor.

***

Stella and Reilly are surrounded by a small supporting cast, each of whom has a very important part to play in either the main characters lives, or the main plot, although that may not come to fruition within the first book...

Dara Brookor

"So you're trying to tell me that, when you realised you were developing a meaningful connection to a person you have known for less than a decade, you didn't panic, pull back, and avoid them like a complete moron?" - Dara

Dara runs most of the administrative side of the Antillune Thieves Guild. She handles all the records, job allocations and thief payments, and is also responsible for pairing up thieves whose skills will compliment each other.

She's also the best friend to Reilly Mosswolf. She met Reilly, and his sister Eryn, when they were attempting to steal from one of her clients. Before joining the guild, Dara ran a brothel in Antillune, and when Eryn Mosswolf tried to disguise herself as an employee to get close to her target, Dara interfered in an attempt to protect her staff.

Once the situation was explained, she ended up helping Eryn and Reilly with their job, and occasionally passing along information on good targets if a client tried to skip out on their bill.

Dara is over six feet tall, and almost half as broad, which is the only sign of her part ogre heritage. She has honey-blonde curls that she keeps cut to her jaw, and dark blue-green eyes.

She made good use of her imposing form to keep her staff protected and her clients in line, but eventually her establishment was set on fire by a competitor, which is when Reilly asked her to work for him instead, in the administrative side of the guild.

The fact that it meant Reilly got out of most of the paperwork was, he swears, simply a bonus.

Dara's strength is her ability to connect with people. While she isn't a thief, her long history in Antillune has given her a network on contacts across the city that feed her a steady supply of information, and Dara can quickly utilise those contacts to seek out any specific leads she or the guild needs.

Her weakness is that she doesn't want to think badly of anyone, and it can cloud her judgement. She doesn't automatically look for deceit and deception, which has often led to her finding herself in dangerous situations.

Thankfully, Dara strikes an intimidating form, can curse like an Antillune sailor, and knows how to wield blades well enough to back up her threats.

Myris Orinan

"I am not the youngest graduate from the college of Wizardry in nearly two centuries for nothing." - Myris

Myris Orinan is, simply put, a genius.

A forest elf in possession of extremely powerful elemental magic, Myris is one of only 3-4 people in Moryann who can control all four branches of elemental magic and manipulate them simultaneously to access the rare Kurro or Healing magic.

He completed his training at the College of Wizardry in less than 100 years, making him one of the youngest graduates to ever complete the training and he is also passable-to-fluent in over ten languages.

Myris is also entirely mute.

Married to Tanar Orinan, the pair met when Tanar had been hired to steal something from the library in the College of Wizardry. Myris discovered the thief, mid-job, because he'd been working late into the night and bound Tanar before demanding an explanation for his presence.

Tanar agreed to surrender the book, and forfeit the contract, in exchange for being allowed to court Myris and the pair were quickly inseparable.

Due to this close association with the Antillune Guild, however, Myris was attacked, kidnapped, and tortured for information on the guild, and on Reilly Mosswolf in particular.

Even though, at the time, he had no knowledge to give, his attackers punished him for withholding information by forcing an alchemical mixture into him that burnt away his vocal chords, effectively rending his magic useless as it's commonly accepted that without the ability to speak a spell, spellcasters and wizards are rendered powerless.

Myris proved everyone's theories on elemental magic wrong however by slowly developing his own language using hand positioning and finger shapes to communicate words and phrases, and with practice and strength of will he gradually taught himself how to cast spells with a non-verbal trigger, instead of a spoken one.

While Myris has physically recovered as well as he can from the experience, and his magic is as strong as ever, despite requiring more effort to cast non-verbally, Myris has been left with a powerful hatred of Vine, and an ever encroaching fear that such an attack will happen again.

After his recovery, and several assessments by the College to prove that he could continue to retain his Wizard title, Myris moved to the Antillune Thieves guild to work as their wizard in residence, providing wards and magical services to the guild in exchange for a modest fee and even working to create unique items to help the guild function better and to keep its members safer.

Myris does not leave the Guild grounds without Tanar by his side, and even then only in exceptional circumstances. If he is required to leave the guild for any reason, it also tends to leave him with nightmares for several weeks.

Honorable Mentions

I had some others I was going to do but this is so long already, and I'm already 7 hours into Day Four that I'm pushing them into an honorable mentions section instead.

Tanar Sotor Orinan, Indre Larieth, Lurall Penrith and Nilion Kurez are all additional members of the guilds Inner Circle.

Tanar is half plains elf and half human, and is married to Myris. He used to be the thief partner to Eryn Mosswolf after Reilly was made guild master.

Indre Larieth is a half-elf who was recruited by Nilion Kurez, but has remained steadfastly loyal to Reilly for many years. Due to her Snow Elf heritage she can appear stand-offish and cold, but she cares deeply for her chosen few, and will go to extraordinary lengths to do whatever she thinks is nessecary to protect them.

Lurall Penrith was once trained by the Ikhari guild of assassins. It wasn't a path he chose, but instead of running her decided to become good enough that the guild would have no choice but to allow him to leave. After he met Reilly, he leveraged the backing of another guild to convince the Ikhari to let him walk away. Lurall now runs the Guild Outpost in the Western Desert, but frequently visits Reilly in Antillune.

Nilion Kurez is a Forest Elf, and has been a member of the Antillune thieves guild since Aldune Lamuird founded it. He helped write many of the guilds laws, and has known Reilly most of his life, having watched him grow up inside the guild, and in many cases been one of Reilly's teachers.

Hawk Denill is the face of Vine in Book One, and the person who hires Stella to break into the guild and steal from Reilly Mosswolf. He is a dark character who I intend to be a thorn in Stella and Reilly's side for at least the first three books. Once a member of Reilly's own guild, Hawk was banished when the guild discovered he was responsible for a series of grisly murders in Antillune. Hawk has returned to the city only recently, confident with the backing of a new guild.

Liandra 'Andy' Jenkin is a bright but brash young thief who Dara partners with Stella once she settles into the guild. Andy is Human, but makes up for the disadvantages this gives her in speed and strength by sheer enthusiasm, and stubborn determination. Andy has a grudge of her own against Vine, since their people laid an ambush on her last job that injured her and killed her previous partner.

Colm Korazon is Stella's Da'. While Colm is also a thief, he's not a particularly good one. He raised Stella in a travelling caravan, using it as a base to sell all sorts of false herbal remedies, imitation magical items, and any other junk he could con people into purchasing. All the while training Stella to do what he could not. By the time she was old enough to blend in with the crowds that gathered around his stall, the items he attempted to sell were merely a distraction to allow Stella to silently search through pockets.

[introvertguide]

Goodfellas (1990); AFI #92

The current film up for review is Scorsese’s famous crime drama, Goodfellas (1990). It is the story of Henry Hill and how he lived through the psychotic and neurotic life of a mafia member. The film was nominated for six academy awards including Best Picture and Best Director, but only took one trophy home for Best Supporting Actor (Joe Pesci). I watched the movie 3 times over the last 2 weeks and my opinion changed from one opinion to another as I watched each time and I want to discuss why. First of all, however, we need to do summarize the plot with a standard warning...

SPOILER ALERT!!!!! I HAVE ALREADY GIVEN AWAY THE PLOT IN PREVIOUS POSTS AND I AM ABOUT TO DO IT AGAIN EVEN MORE SO!!!! CHECK OUT THE MOVIE FOR YOURSELF IF YOU HAVEN’T ALREADY!!!

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The movie begins with three men checking the trunk of their car and finding that the body in the trunk was actually alive. Tommy (Joe Pesci) stabs the man multiple times and then Jimmy (Robert DeNiro) shoots him multiple times. Henry (Ray Liotta) looks on and explains his life in voice over and how the men all got to this position. 

In 1955, a young man named Henry Hill becomes enamored with the criminal life and Mafia presence in his working class Italian-American neighborhood in Brooklyn. He gets a job working for local mob boss Paul "Paulie" Cicero (Paul Sorvino) and is introduced to the entire family. Most important were associates James "Jimmy" Conway, an Irish truck hijacker, and Tommy DeVito, a fellow juvenile delinquent. Henry begins as an errand boy for Jimmy, gradually working his way up to more serious crimes. The three associates spend most of their nights in the 1960s at the Copacabana nightclub where they can impress women. Henry starts dating Karen Friedman (Lorraine Bracco), a Jewish woman who is friends with Tommy’s current date. She is initially troubled by Henry's criminal activities but is eventually seduced by his glamorous lifestyle. She marries him, despite her parents' disapproval.

We follow Henry and his rise in the mafia along with Jimmy and his growing paranoia and Tommy with his constant chip on the shoulder. In 1970, Billy Batts, a made man in the Gambino crew who was recently released from prison, repeatedly insults Tommy at a nightclub owned by Henry; Tommy and Jimmy then beat, stab and shoot him to death. The unsanctioned murder of a made man invites retribution; realizing this, Jimmy, Henry, and Tommy cover up the murder by burying the body in Upstate New York. Six months later, however, Jimmy learns that the burial site is slated for development, prompting them to exhume and relocate the decomposing corpse. At this time, Jimmy begins watching his back, Tommy feels invincible, and Henry takes on girlfriend while Karen stays at home with the kids.

Fast forward to 1974, Karen finds out about the infidelity and harasses Henry's mistress Janice and holds Henry at gunpoint. Henry moves in with Janice, but Paulie insists that he should return to Karen after collecting a debt from a gambler in Tampa with Jimmy. The mafia is all about family and there is no divorce and appearances must be kept. Things don’t go as planned because, upon returning, Jimmy and Henry are arrested after being turned in by the gambler's sister, an FBI typist, and they receive ten-year prison sentences. In order to support his family on the outside, Henry has drugs smuggled in by Karen and sells them to a fellow inmate from Pittsburgh. In 1978, Henry is paroled and expands this cocaine business against Paulie's orders, soon involving Jimmy and Tommy.

In 1979, Jimmy organizes a crew to raid the Lufthansa vault at the JFK Airport, stealing several millions in cash and jewelry. After some members purchase expensive items against Jimmy's orders and the getaway truck is found by police, he has most of the crew murdered. This part of the film is based on a true story Jimmy, in fact killed almost a dozen people in attempt to keep things silent. In his voiceover narration, as dead bodies are being discovered all over the city, Henry theorizes that Jimmy would have killed them anyway rather than share the profits of the heist. Tommy and Henry are spared by Jimmy since they had worked so close together. Also, Henry wasn’t actually involved in robbery and Tommy is going to be a made man and Jimmy wants the connection. Tommy is eventually deceived into believing he is going to be made, but he is murdered on the way to the ceremony, leaving Jimmy devastated.

By 1980, Henry has become a nervous wreck from cocaine use and insomnia. He notices that a helicopter is following him but is trying to visit with his family and deliver drugs at the same time. He sets up a drug deal with his Pittsburgh associates, but is arrested by narcotics agents and jailed. After bailing him out, Karen explains that she flushed $60,000 worth of cocaine down the toilet to prevent FBI agents from finding it during their raid, leaving them virtually penniless. Henry has nowhere to go so he returns to Paulie to ask for help and admits to dealing under the table. Feeling betrayed by Henry's drug dealing, Paulie gives him $3,200 and ends their association. Henry meets Jimmy at a diner and is asked to travel on a hit assignment, but the novelty of such a request makes him suspicious. Henry realizes that Jimmy plans to have him and Karen killed, prompting his decision to become an informant and enroll, with his family, in the witness protection program. He gives sufficient testimony to have Paulie and Jimmy arrested and convicted. Henry is grateful to be alive, but he is forced out of his gangster life and has to readjust to normal life once again; he narrates, "I'm an average nobody. I get to live the rest of my life like a schnook."

The end title cards state that Henry is still a protected witness as of 1990, but that he was arrested in 1987 in Seattle for narcotics conspiracy, receiving five years' probation. He has been clean since then. He and Karen separated in 1989 after 25 years of marriage, while Paulie died the previous year in Fort Worth Federal Prison at age 73 from respiratory illness. Jimmy is serving a 20 years to life sentence in a New York prison for murder, in which he will be paroled in 2004, when he will be 78 years old.

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Even more of an update from the end title cards, Henry Hill and Karen Hill divorced in 2001 and then Henry remarried and fathered one more child. Karen and her kids have lived in hiding and fear they will never escape possible retribution. Jimmy died in prison in 1996 before he was eligible for parole and Henry died in 2012 of cancer. With their history of explosive violence, I am kind of glad that all three of the main men (Tommy, Henry, and Jimmy) have shuffled off this mortal coil.

So I ended up watching this film three times in the last couple of weeks and I liked it less and less each time. So many people have such good things to say about the movies (including me), yet what the movie is most celebrated for is what I like the least. The first time I watched was with my housemates and they talked throughout the movie and laughed at the antics of Joe Pesci. I feel that many viewers enjoyed that crazy performance, and this was probably the reason for the Best Supporting Actor award. I am sure that capturing the volatile nature of a lunatic mafia hitman is very difficult and deserves praise.

I then watched it twice more to take notes on the different camera shots and then to compare to the real story of the Lucchese family and Lufthansa heist. I was not disappointed with the camera shots since Scorsese tends to let his actors go wild and then move the camera in interesting ways to capture the action while telling the story he wants to tell. He uses extreme close up shots and the vertigo trucking shot to represent the paranoia of Henry Hill and Jimmy Burke. He used the tracking shot to bring the audience into the world of the mafia man using the the character of Karen Hill as the “fish-out-of-water.” The choice of music was great including using the Sid Vicious rendition of the classic “My Way” popularized by Frank Sinatra. The colors were so bright in the beginning and became so bleak and washed out by the end. Fantastic cinematography and direction. 

By the last watch, I realized that I did not like Tommy DeVito (real life name Tommy DeSimone) because he made everybody around him scared. It was like having a pet feral tiger and just hoping that he never turned on you. He was not loyal at all. In actuality, he tried to rape Karen Hill while she was married to Henry. He really killed a young bartender named Spider because Jimmy was teasing him. He brutally attacked and murdered out of anger because he was completely unhinged. Just watching Joe Pesci play the part made me anxious and I wanted him to go away every time he appeared on screen. I guess this makes him a great actor, but it also doesn’t make me want to watch his movies. 

I brought this up with the Godfather movies on the list, but do Brooklyn based Italian-Americans act like these people in the movies? Constant noise in which men treat women terribly and the women go off to the kitchen and make food? I can except the loud large families and the giant shared meals, but I sure hope that the poor treatment of women and the huge lack of equality between the genders is fake or at least outdated. I have met some really nice Italian people who are nothing like the people in these films, so I believe it is a stereotype (if this is true, then Hollywood needs to stop promoting these stereotypes).

A final positive note towards the acting, I thought that Lorraine Bracco did a wonderful job as Karen Hill. She played a sheltered girl that wanted a little danger and got way more than she ever wanted. There is a scene in which she realizes that her husband is cheating and that she and her children are miserable and unprotected. She wakes up Henry with a gun in his face, but she can’t kill him because she wants that drama in her life. She is treated horribly and at one point barely walks away from a hit set up by Jimmy, yet she still stays with Henry until she is forced into the boring life of Witness Protection and she leaves him. After wading through the history of all the different characters from the movie, I actually find her story to be the most interesting.

In the end, I still want an answer for the same two questions. Does this film belong on the AFI top 100? Absolutely. It is a well made movie with a strong vision about one version of growing up in Brooklyn and how searching to realize the American dream can lead you down dark and dirty paths. Great vision by Scorsese and a well told story. Do I recommend it? Not really. I recommend doing the research on these American mobsters and get a feel for what these people were really like. I recommend checking out clips on YouTube that show the filming techniques that have become hallmarks of great directors. But don’t watch these portrayals and laugh. They are not fun or funny like they come off in the movie, these are horrible (yet interesting) people that should serve as a lesson/warning and not have their lives glamourized by Hollywood. 

[papermoonloveslucy]

THE MARTIN & LEWIS SHOW

April 3, 1949

“The Martin and Lewis Show” was a radio comedy-variety program in the United States. It was broadcast on NBC beginning April 3, 1949, and ending July 14, 1953. It starred the comedy team of Jerry Lewis and Dean Martin. Martin was the singer of the pair, and Lewis was the comedian.  it was named Favorite Radio Comedy Show in Radio-TV Mirror magazine's 1952 poll.

The series was produced by Bob Adams, and directed by Robert L. Redd and Dick Mack. Written by Ed Simmons and Norman Lear, although they were not hired until late 1950.  

This is the pilot episode, and was not numbered. It was originally 37 minutes, but was later edited to 30 minutes for broadcast. 

Regulars on the program included Ben Alexander, Sheldon Leonard, Florence MacMichael, The Skylarks, and Mary Hatcher.  Announcers were Jimmy Wallington and Johnny Jacobs. Dick Stabile was both the bandleader and a foil for Martin and Lewis.

Dean Martin was born Dino Paul Crocetti in Steubenville, Ohio, in 1917. He made his screen debut in a short playing a singer in Art Mooney’s band, but his first big screen role was 1949’s My Friend Irma with Jerry Lewis. This began a partnership that would be one of the most successful screen pairings in cinema history. Later, he also worked frequently members of “the Rat Pack”: Frank Sinatra, Joey Bishop, Peter Lawford, and Sammy Davis Jr. His persona was that of a playboy, usually seen with a glass of booze and a cigarette. Martin appeared on “The Lucy Show” in what Ball later said was her favorite episode of the series. Martin and Lucille Ball appeared on many TV variety and award shows together and made the TV movie “Lucy Gets Lucky” in 1975. He died on Christmas Day in 1995 at age 78.    

Jerry Lewis  was a comedian, actor, and singer born in Newark, New Jersey in 1926. He was known for his slapstick humor and was originally paired up with Dean Martin, forming the famed comedy team of Martin and Lewis. His long-standing commitment to hosting the annual Muscular Dystrophy telethon in 2010, after 44 years, earning him a nomination for the Nobel Peace Prize in 1977. He was also presented the French Legion of Honor in 1984. He appeared with Lucille Ball Lewis on “Danny Thomas’s Wonderful World of Vaudeville” in 1965. He died in 2014.

Frank Nelson (Agent) was born on May 6, 1911 (three months before Lucille Ball) in Colorado Springs, Colorado. He started working as a radio announcer at the age of 15. He later appeared on such popular radio shows as “The Great Gildersleeve,” “Burns and Allen,” and “Fibber McGee & Molly”. He performed in 11 episodes of “My Favorite Husband.”  On “I Love Lucy” he holds the distinction of being the only actor to play two recurring roles: Freddie Fillmore and Ralph Ramsey, as well as six one-off characters, including the frazzled train conductor in “The Great Train Robbery” (ILL S5;E5), a character he repeated on “The Lucy Show.”  Aside from Lucille Ball, Nelson is perhaps most associated with Jack Benny and was a fifteen-year regular on his radio and television programs.  

Lucille Ball (Guest Star) as then finishing her first season of her radio series “My Favorite Husband”.  She was two months away from the premiere of her film Sorrowful Jones with Bob Hope. 

Synopsis ~ It's time to go over to Dean Martin and Jerry Lewis's hotel room before they do their first radio show. 

EPISODE

In Jerry and Dean’s hotel room, they are getting dressed to do their show when the telephone rings. They fear it is someone from NBC wanting to know where they are. The phone continues to ring. 

Dean reasons that they did well in nightclubs, but Jerry says those people paid to get in, while radio audiences get in for free. Jerry is afraid his act may offend someone, and he’d get sent to Siberia.  Dean thinks the radio show may lead to fame in motion pictures. Jerry can’t see the positive and sees only failure. The phone rings again.  

Jerry answers the phone and it is his agent (Frank Nelson), wondering where the h-e-c-k they are. Dean says they can’t leave until he rehearses his romantic number.  

Dean (and orchestra) launches into "You Won't Be Satisfied (Until You Break My Heart)" by Freddy James and Larry Stock in 1946.

There’s a knock on the door. It’s the maid come to clean. She notices that the room is clean - and fears she’ll be fired.  She is upset that their towels say his and hers instead of his and his. Jerry tells her not to dust the dresser because he keeps his kitten in there. 

MAID: “My, you’re odd people.” LEWIS: “We ain’t odd. We’re entertainers.”

Outside the NBC Studio, two women are excited to see Martin and Lewis. Lewis stands behind them, although they don’t recognize him. They faun over Dean’s good looks and talent, much to Lewis’s dismay.  Dean strolls up and the girls get giddy with excitement. 

Inside the studio, the orchestra tunes up and everyone shouts hello: producer, director, singer, technicians. When Dean needs quiet to rehearse, Jerry feels left out. Dean introduces Lucille Ball, but she’s angry that he’s upset Jerry.  

Lucille promises she’ll protect Jerry from Dean. Lucille starts to notice how athletic and handsome Dean is. She gradually softens. Suddenly Lucille is defending Dean to Jerry!  

JERRY: “You do think I’ll be a big success, don’t ya Lucille?” LUCILLE: “Why not? Lassie made it!” 

Lucille says she’s planned an opening night party for the boys, but is concerned about Jerry’s behavior.

Oops! Jerry Lewis trips over his words, and ad libs: “It’s too close to the paper, whaddya want?” 

Jerry defends his behavior with unusually florid language. Lucille says there will be young ladies at the party. 

JERRY: “I like ‘em about my height.” LUCILLE: “Betty Grable will be there.” JERRY: “I like ‘em about my age.” LUCILLE: “Ann Blyth will be there.” JERRY: “And I like ‘em about my intelligence.” LUCILLE: “I’m sorry, Margaret O’Brien can’t stay out that late.”

MARTIN: “Shall we dress?” LUCILLE: “Naturally. We don’t want the cops.”

They get the cue that they have thirty second until air. 

Lucille, Jerry, and Dean sing “The Money Song” lyrics written by Harold Rome for the musical That’s The Ticket. 

They are back in their hotel suite about to go to sleep, when the maid knocks on the door. She tells them they have to get out of bed - she’s put on the wrong size sheets!  

End of Episode

[minnesotadruids]

Missed Question About My Path

For a while this summer I had largely stepped away from social media, and when I began to immerse myself back into the scene this week I saw that I missed a message question a while back that read:

How much growth have you seen in your path in the past 40 years you have been in it?

Personal Growth The first thing I want to address is that I am currently just 36 years old, and that I have been practicing druidry for almost half of that time. In the first seven years of my practice as a druid, I was solo by choice, not caring to join any particular druid order, so I was detached from the community and wasn’t in a position to see it grow. My personal growth in knowledge as a druid was also relatively slow back then as well.

When I felt a longing to become part of a greater druidic community, I gravitated to the Reformed Druids of North America, and when I did I suddenly found myself learning new things exponentially. I was among a group of relatively like-minded individuals, but all had different insights and perspectives to contribute to whatever I was learning. 

A couple years later, the Council of Dalon Ap Landu met to discuss my achievements and contributions and determined that I was ready to enter the priesthood of the Reformed Druids of North America, and I was ordained as a Third Order Druid. Two years after that I was ordained as a Sixth Order Druid, and after another two years I entered the Seventh Order as well which really made a splash and sent ripples throughout the RDNA community. Literally.

RDNA Community Growth The simplest way I can analyze the growth of the Reformed Druid community is by the number of people in the RDNA Facebook group from about 2011 to present. From memory around 2011 there were between 110-125 members of said group, and the growth rate was a small handful of people per month. Then in 2013, I think Facebook created a You Might Be Interested In This Group algorithm, and the monthly growth rate was suddenly increasing with as many people joining every week or faster. Before I new it, the group had 600 members and growing. 

In the last two or three years, membership of the Facebook group plateaued at about 950 and started crawling again, until it got to the 993 and started declining. I was watching it closely, as I am one of the moderators and I was going to congratulate the 1000th member. A new person would join the group, and two would leave. It wasn’t on the rise until it dipped below 950 or so. Last year we finally hit 1000 members, and today we’re sitting at 1081. However it is regrettable to note that as a group we don’t interact nearly as much as we used to. Peak interaction was really we had 200-300 members, and now there are maybe 3 people who post anything with regularity, some only sporadically, and a whole lot of silence from the rest. I think there are people who just join every single druid group they find and have notifications turned off so they aren’t inundated with updates.

Oakdale Grove Growth When I founded Oakdale Protogrove in 2011, it was just me. I was alone in the woods, holding a book of liturgy, a chalice of whiskey, and a plant-based sacrifice. This was all while trying not to drop any of them, and quickly understanding why a proper Grove has at least three members. I met regularly with other pagans and druids at Coffee Cauldron, a biweekly meeting inside a Caribou Coffee chain north of Saint Paul. 

On Beltane of 2013 I was ordained at the 50th anniversary reunion of the Reformed Druids of North America, and suddenly had two druids interested in helping Oakdale Protogrove become Oakdale Grove. I met three more druids at Twin Cities Pagan Pride fall festival that year, and on the Autumnal Equinox, the six of us voted on a charter, held elections, and suddenly we were a full RDNA Grove! After two years, membership contracted to just four of us, then increased gradually to 13 members or semi-regular ritual attendees in 2018. Then a conflicting personality was present and membership contracted again. That personality was the recently aforementioned disruptive individual who was disenfranchising some of our grovemates. That ultimately ended in the termination of that individual’s Grove membership.

Now up until the COVID-19 hiatus, Oakdale Grove has 8 members and was still getting visitors, even on our wintry outdoor rituals, which I think is really quite nice! Now that autumn is in full swing, I’m actually considering holding a public outdoor event with proper social distancing, but not sharing whiskey from a common chalice (strictly BYOB).

Reformed Druid Movement Growth Over Last 40 Years The RDNA prides itself in keeping track of its own history as a druid movement. We have thousands of pages of records, from the 848 pages of A Reformed Druid Anthology to the early periodical publication A Druid Missal-Any, to the (recent history) periodical newsletter Druid Inquirer. Forty years ago the RDNA was in a quiet slump. Carleton College Grove was in a membership lull. The Arch-Druid of the class of 1980 is labeled in our record as “last priest” followed by a two year gap before the next one shows up, being ordained by one of the founders who returned for a visit to the campus.

The New Reformed Druids of North America (NRDNA) had been running as an offshoot for about seven years as of 1980. Margot Adler had just published Drawing Down The Moon a year prior, and that book mentions the history of the RDNA. That book was a catalyst for pagan druids to pop out of the woodwork and join the NRDNA Groves and Protogroves. In the early 1990s Carleton Grove picked up and maintained the Arch-Druid’s ordination lineage back to the founders again, and that lineage was maintained until 2012 when the Arch-Druid graduated without ordaining anyone. In the mid 1990s, the internet emerged as we know it and druids everywhere flocked to it. Information spread across the country and across the world in seconds (or minutes on a 14.4 kbps connection) and new protogroves started popping up everywhere.

Then roughly in the last decade, Groves were dwindling and going defunct, but that perceived lull was still being contradicted by the increased membership of social media groups. Now with the current government administration, I was hoping to see more people flocking to druidry in droves to help fight the damage the Right Wing would do to the environment, but for the most part the druids and pagans would rather just share memes, and I think part of that problem is that we’re all just burnt out or something. I’d love to see it grow, but in the RDNA we can’t proselytize or actively recruit. We have to let the curious discover us on their own.

[victoodles]

Cruel World I’m Gone (Chapter 6)

back again with another chapter, edited by the fantastic @verai-marcel​! follow the series on AO3 and make sure you read part 1 / 2 / 3 / 4 / 5

Arthur has unconventional definitions of love. One he originally believed started with Mary. But after years of reflection and introspection, Arthur realized it ran deeper, began sooner.

He’s a young boy, with a father he loathes and silently mourning a mother he still thinks about fondly. A father who is a “no good bastard”, who taught him nothing but contempt and that wickedness could have a face.

Blood is thicker than water?

What a crock of shit.

They’re bitter memories, painful. But a sweetness tinges them, immortalized in the form of six pink flowers and a weathered portrait he still keeps beside his bed - even to this day. Sentimentality is a blessing and a curse.

Now he’s fourteen, on the cusp of manhood and something else entirely. He’s angry. Angry at a dead father who left him with nothing but the hat on his head and a measly mugshot. Angry at the world that couldn’t give a shit about him but still insists on taking, taking, and taking.

But mostly he’s alone, scared; he can snarl and bare his teeth all he likes but he’s still just a child. Arthur yearns for companionship, for a family that he never truly had growing up. For things he was wrongly denied.

It’s unorthodox, but eventually, he does find what he’s looking for. In the form of a younger Dutch and Hosea: the curious couple and their new unruly son.

The blood of the covenant is thicker than the water of the womb.

And for twenty long years, he had a father - two in fact! They took him in off the streets, taught him how to read, write, shoot. Raised him from a boy to a man capable of finally taking back from this cruel world and then some.

From Hosea, he learned empathy, humanity. And from Dutch, loyalty, a code of honor.

Despite all his hypocrisies, Arthur can’t wash away and deny that he is who he is because of Dutch van der Linde.

Arthur tries to focus on the good years as much as he tries to forget the ugly, warped ending to that chapter of his life. It’s a continuous uphill struggle but that’s nothing new for him, just more difficult to deal with.

Thinking of some good years…

He’s traversing through his twenties now.

Arthur has had a tryst from time to time as a young man, reveling in the experiences of his first kiss and other means of getting handsy. He was awkward at first, as any boy is when they delve into the unknown fruits adolescence bears. Fumbling hands, a nervous flush dusting his cheeks, all bundled in a veil of naivety.

Hosea used to tell everyone, drunk around the campfire, the humiliating tales of a younger Arthur. His particular favorite being when Arthur came to him, on the verge of tears, thinking he now had to marry a local stable girl because he dared to kiss her behind dear old daddy’s barn.

But then there was Mary.

Mary, Mary, Mary.

Formerly known as Gillis, and soon to be Linton. A name no one dared to whisper around camp for years. In a life filled with killing, robbing, and running from the law, Mary was possibly the most complicated aspect of it.

She yearned for things Arthur couldn’t give or be. Wanted a man that Arthur couldn’t become despite his best efforts.

Loyalty is the only thing that matters…

A belief that cost him happiness time and time again.

It wasn’t just Mary at fault - Arthur couldn’t deliver on his promises either.

In the end, he tried. Tried to mold himself into someone worthy of her and her cantankerous father’s expectations of what a man should be. Tried to be one of those Saint Denis socialites with their coiffed hair and perfectly tailor suits. But despite all the gussying, primping and grooming, he was just a rugged outlaw playing at a gentleman. A wolf in sheep’s clothing.

It took him a while to overcome his heartbreak, to realize she had her own heavy crosses to bear the same as he did. Roles to fill, people to placate despite the pining of the ever-fickle heart. Coming to terms with that wasn’t easy despite the ever apparent facts. And like many before him, Arthur shared his sorrows with the bottom of a bottle and buried them deeper between the legs of a stranger.

Eliza…

Her name still fills him with guilt, albeit it a dull ache now in contrast to the agonizing stabbing he once felt on his heart. She was just a girl trying to get by, barely on the cusp of twenty, who just happened upon Arthur in a disgustingly familiar drunken stupor as he wallowed in self-pity and the bitter taste of whiskey. She humored him, at least he thinks she did. Or it could’ve been a kindness, he can’t quite recall after all these years.

But she slept with him, let him indulge in his therapeutic carnal desires all the while he sputtered out another woman’s name. He was reckless, careless and he couldn’t give less of a damn at the time.

And as a result, it got her…

It got them…

He can’t dwell on it now, refuses to. The thoughts weigh heavy on him, crushing his ribs in a vice and stealing the breath he counts himself lucky to have from his lungs.

He tries to distract himself, instead focus on things more lighthearted to ease his troubled thoughts. He starts with something tangible, for instance, the small ring in his pocket that suddenly feels ten times heavier than the burdens he that weigh on his bad shoulders. And the girl he intends to give it to...

You.

He doesn’t think he can articulate how much you mean to him, but that doesn’t stop him from trying within the confines of a new leather-clad journal. No longer does he write harsh words of self-deprecation and hopelessness. They’re kinder, eloquent and beautiful. Soft lines that make out the shape of you adorned with hearts. He melds into your embrace all too easy now, and despite two decades of bloodshed and dodging Death’s scythe, he’s never felt safer than in your arms.

Arthur never thought life would deem him worthy of second chances. Dealing him a fortunate hand with a new life, new purpose, new love. Absolution was not a word his tongue was familiar with, yet here he stands on the porch to his - your home. The stains of his past don't follow him beyond the mountains and rolling hills.

The Van der Linde gang is gone - scattered, dead, or both. Arthur Morgan, Dutch’s right-hand gun has turned in his holsters and bandolier and has now found work as a simple carpenter in Annesburg. He spends his day building and expanding the ever-growing civilization he was trying to run from. A law-abiding everyday man. The irony isn’t lost on him. But it’s good work, honest work. The kind that only cares if you’re strong and able and doesn’t focus on the minute details of one’s extensive criminal record.

And he’s proud to say that after months of arduous labor, he managed to save enough for the ring that seems to be burning a hole in his pocket. It’s humble but elegant with a single diamond resting in the middle of a pale gold band.

Like her, Arthur idly muses with a smile.

Ideally, he would’ve loved to grace your finger with some luxurious rock as a grandiose display of his affection. A massive diamond that would glint perfectly in the light atop the rare platinum. It would’ve been all too easy to hold up some pompous jeweler, the routine and its step all but muscle memory at this point. But that’s not how one does when trying to leave behind the life of an outlaw and it wouldn’t be a proper way to start your marriage.

Marriage.

The concept alone has him frozen in front of his own home, trembling with excitement. He thought Mary would be his everything at one point - the future Mrs. Morgan. When she left he felt as if she took that possibility with her along with the shards of his fractured heart. There's a hint of fear in him as well, a nagging sense that history could repeat itself once more. Round and round the thoughts go in his head as he opens the door with a shaking hand, rattling painfully in his skull.

I’m not ready for this.

Dread surges through him, rough seas raging against his chest as his heart threatens to burst. He’s been shot at, beat, and tortured but this plunge he’s about to take might possibly be one of the scariest things he’s ever done.

Arthur somehow manages to get the door open, feet heavier than lead as he makes his way through the threshold. The sound of your singing from the garden out back restores his composure, lulling him into a serenity once more. He’s refocused, and the tremors that plague him gradually cease. There’s a reinvigorated sense of purpose, sparked to life once more, and he eagerly calls your name in response.

“Out here, Arthur!” You chirp back and Arthur wastes no time following the sound of your voice. He doesn’t realize how quickly he rushes to the backdoor until the afternoon sun is blinding him. When he regains his vision he finds you tending to your plants, a basket of freshly picked vegetables at your side and a tender smile on your lips.

Beautiful.

“Happy to see me, are we darling?” Your voice has a teasing lilt to it - he hadn’t realized he’d spoken that last sentiment aloud. A flush creeps up the back of Arthur’s neck, spreading up to his ears and painting them an embarrassing shade of red. He hopes you don’t notice in the sunlight but when your smile turns into a playful smirk, he knows there's no chance of hiding it now.

Arthur clears his throat, “Always am, sweet pea.”

Your impishness seems to have passed for the time being, your simper losing its bite as you turn your attention back to your gardening. “How was work today?” You ask idly as you go to work pulling another carrot from the dirt.

It was the same as any other day, building more housing for the miners in the ramshackle town of Annesburg. Who can think about something so mundane when there were bigger picture things for him to be concerned about? But still, he answers back with a simple, “Good.”

You titter at that. “How positively exciting, Mr. Morgan.”

Arthur wishes he had more to offer in terms of a response but he’s too distracted by you. There’s dirt smudged on your cheeks and hands, skirt a wrinkled mess, and hair in a messy braid to keep out of the way of your gardening. Some might find you disheveled but he thinks you look absolutely lovely- as always.

A voice in the back of his mind whispers, She’s not her.

He finds himself imagining what you would look like in all white, waiting for him at the altar of a church. Maybe at the cathedral in Saint Denis where the colors of the impressive stained glass would shine down on you, casting you in an ethereal rainbow glow. In your hand is a bouquet of the finest flowers: lavender, honeysuckle, daisies. A gossamer of silk covers your face, that same breathtaking smile on your lips as Arthur makes his way towards you and-

“Arthur?” You snap him out of the daydreaming he inadvertently slipped into. “Are you alright?”

“I-” He struggles to find the right words, any words, but comes up short. You look at him expectantly but that only makes him more tongue-tied. Christ, he’s a grown man, this shouldn’t be so difficult.

“You…” You try to ease him into something resembling a response, bless your heart, but still, nothing.

So instead he opts for action.

Arthur gets down on one knee in the dirt with you, going for the ring he still has nestled in his jacket. Your eyes go wide at the gesture, and even wider when he silently presents the ring to you.

“I,” he begins again, voice a little stronger in its conviction. “I love you. More than you could ever know.” He takes your hand with his free one, running his fingers over your knuckles softly. Tears begin to well up in your eyes and you can’t help as they begin to trail down your cheeks.

Arthur continues, “You are my heart, my soul, my everything. Without you, Hell, I wouldn’t even be in front of you to ask this. When I’m with you, everything makes sense. And I’m ready, really ready to start over, good and proper. With you.”

It’s time to leave Arthur Morgan the outlaw, the man shackled by so many fears and doubts behind in the ashes of what once was. His rebirth comes in dreams of the future, hand in hand and growing old by the fireplace. 

Together.

“So I was wonderin’...what I’m trying to ask is you would-”

“Yes,” you whisper, unable to find your own voice now. You heart is hammering fiercely, galloping like a wild horse at the sheer intensity of Arthur’s proposal.

He can’t help but chuckle at your ardor, endearing (and relieving) as it may be. “You didn’t let me-”

“Yes! Yes, yes, yes a thousand times yes you silly man!” you exclaim with no hesitation this time, throwing yourself on him and peppering him with kisses. “Yes,” you repeat over and over and over, as many times as you can to reaffirm you aren't dreaming. That this isn’t your own self-made mirage that could vanish at any moment.

Arthur is momentarily stunned and brings you as close to him as possible, burying his face in the crook of your neck as he finds his own tears starting to form. The same voice is back, no longer a whisper but a firm reassurance of, She isn’t her. She isn’t any of them.

And she never will be.

“Say it again.” 

Let it be real.

Your lips find his now, in between each kiss marked with a, “yes”.   

A single syllable has him enraptured, spellbound. Such a glorious admittance, the most heavenly sound he’s ever heard.

And as he slips the ring onto your finger, the both of you grinning madly, he thinks “I do” will sound even better.

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the (un)lucky ones

story description:

“the story’s great, but I think it would be better if the story ended like this”

Affronted at the audacity of the comment, she furiously replies, “then write your own story, asshole!”

word count: 2,048

a/n: happiest solar anniversary to one of my best girls @vanaera! thank you for being the bestest friend a girl could ever ask for. this short story, which is loosely based irl, serves as my gift to you. i hope you’ll like it! 

shout-out to @senfleurs for being the best gal and helping me out with this. she even stepped up and edited this omg, and i cannot stress how much I’m thankful, lol especially she made sure that I get to finish this on time

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3.

In retrospect, she knows better than to let some dumb comment, especially from someone on the Internet, rile her up this much. Even her followers tell her as much: it’s unwarranted, insensitive even. One of her followers, hippopopo tries to take it a step further, justifying by saying, verbatim: It’s her story anyway!!! So only she knows how the story should end best, okay! 😤😠💢

(in actuality, she has qualms about that, mostly because she had read some books which she thought didn’t end well. but that would take time to unpack and this story isn’t about that, no. she’s flattered at the support, nonetheless.)

And yet, there she is at 8 in the morning, her fingers furiously gliding across her keyboard as she writes a spite-filled story in response. Oftentimes, her muse for writing comes from movies she watched with her family, or from songs she heard on Korean dramas, or those meet-cute scenarios she gushed about with her best friends. This time, however, spite’s her main gal.

She finishes at 10. Later at 4 in the afternoon, she posts it. About an hour later, she doesn’t even try to contain the smirk lighting up her face when a familiar notification pops up.

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1.

The story starts with an inconspicuous like from a user named agust-d five months ago. Back then, she thought nothing of it. A day later, agust-d comments on a story from her drabble series. Since then, every day without fail, agust-d leaves a small token of their appreciation for her works; brief, concise comments such as, “nice job on the flower descriptions,” or “i liked it.” 

Belatedly, she wonders if agust-d is a person of few words, because why else would they leave comments with only six words or less, even on her works with over 30k words? Don’t get her wrong, of course she’s eternally grateful for all the support she receives from her affectionate dears. But sometimes, especially on days her self-confidence plummets and she’s in need of reassurance, she ponders if all her efforts are for naught. (of course not, never, she gently reminds herself.)

And each day, she resists the growing urge to reply: don’t you have anything more to say!!! (but alas, she isn’t a rude person—unless provoked—she can’t so she settles with letting her mind wander.)

Three months of this and she finally caves in. With her interest piqued, she browses through agust-d’s posts. After two hours, she learns that agust-d goes by suga online. Coincidentally, Suga is a male student at the same university she’s currently attending. For a moment, she briefly considers a possibility—what are the chances that they’ve met, have fallen into step alongside each other, have passed by him in the large hallways, or have shared her table with him at the library during exam season? The possibility of knowing someone without actually knowing them? 

(that’s the funny thing about the online world, she supposes. you may know all that matters about someone: their likes, dislikes, kinks, fears, and horrid taste in music, absolutely everything except that one thing that matters the most: their names.)

Suga, she eventually learns, is not a man of few words. In truth, he’s got a few words too many to say about a diverse range of controversial topics. In his words, his passion burns bright and clear, but for her, he doesn’t shine any brighter than when he talks about music. It shows in his blog, which consists of a myriad of album reviews across different genres (fascinating, she notes, their music interests align as well).

Occasionally, he posts his renditions of some popular rap music, and as sporadic as this happens, she admits that his covers are her favorite part of his blog. And naturally, she refuses to acknowledge that it has everything to do with her fascination with deep, raspy voices, which, (un)fortunately for her, Suga undoubtedly has.

After some serious debating with herself, she decides to not follow him back. But she makes sure to check his profile every other day for no real reason, really, her soul wallowing in denial. In her defense, when did anyone need a reason to stalk someone?

And so, it begins, her fascination with this stranger on the other side of the screen. Never in her whole life did she imagine herself harboring a (teeny-tiny, infinitesimal) crush towards someone on the Internet. Certainly, she knows there’s always a one-in-a-thousand chance that it happens in real life, it’s just that out of all the 7 billion people in the world, she wasn’t expecting herself to be the (un)lucky one.

—

2.

The fateful day begins like any other. She wakes up to a brand new day, at 7 am, and like clockwork, she begins to stretch atop her pink yoga mat. Halfway through her workout, her phone pings with a new notification. Immediately, her phone screen lights up: agust-d has left a comment on your work!

Her traitorous heart skips a beat in the utmost display of betrayal. It’s Suga!

Ever since she scrolled through his blog two months ago, she has been exchanging messages with Suga. Her covert mission to surreptitiously listen to his song covers ends miserably when she accidentally double-clicks on a post he made two years ago. A string of expletives followed as she stared agonizingly at the post. She attempts to remove her blunder, but soon accepts defeat as it doesn’t even take a full minute until she receives a message notification from Suga. The internal debate resumes as her finger clumsily hovers on the computer mouse and she hesitantly clicks. From thereon, the rest, as they say, is history.

She ends up following his account the day after.

Although, if she were being truthful, all they’ve been sending back and forth are pleasantries. Suga seems hellbent on keeping the conversations polite and distant. She doesn’t understand, it’s not like she’s flirting with him! All she just wants is a compelling conversation with someone (because the Lord knows how much she needs an intellectual to talk to; and suga seems like an intellectual, if his posts are anything to go by).

She unlocks her phone and throws herself onto her bed. Normally, her lips quirk up automatically in response to seeing his name pop on her notifications, but it is not the case for this time. Instead, a frown mars her forehead as she reads his comment.

agust-d: the story’s great, but I think it would be better if the story ended like this

For a moment, she can’t believe her eyes. She blinks a few more times in the hope that her eyes were just playing tricks on her. Nada, it remains the same. 

If there’s one thing to know about her, it’s that she meticulously plans out every detail in her stories. She even spends weeks to outline a draft, and even then, it must be decent enough before she puts it in writing. Publishing her works online, for all the world to see, still intimidates her even after all this time. Not knowing how people will respond to her works frightens her, but what is life without a little fear?

In addition, she’s receptive to constructive criticisms, but criticisms that come from those she looks up to? It’s a bitter pill to swallow sometimes. Suga—he’s become one of those people, and seeing his comment really hurt. She turns her phone off and does her chores for the time being. The moment she logs back in, she is taken aback by the multitude of comments expressing the same sentiment. 

bubbleboy: “Yeah, I agree, I think it would be best if the story ended in this manner.” 

She can’t help but feel the bubble of anger gradually rising. Another even started with, 

orange-gloss: “No offense, but the ending being suggested by others is kinda good.” 

The audacity and the entitlement in this comment! Asking her to not be offended when it is within her right to take offense is absolutely laughable. Furthermore, who are you to even tell me how I should react? 

When she reaches the 20th comment, she explodes. The next two hours find her furiously typing out a decent response disguised as a story, albeit with passive-aggressiveness, addressed to all of the comments, but primarily to the one left by Suga. She talks to the rude commenters with the sweet addition of a phrasing 101 lesson. In her contained rage, she ends with the note: remember, it doesn’t hurt to be nice, and if you have qualms about how I ended my own story, do me and yourself a favor and write your own story!

She makes up her mind to take some time off her blog for a while. But after a familiar notification pops up at 5 PM, she resists the urge to run away and instead, opts to open the messages he sent.

agust-d: i’ll admit, the way I said it was rude

agust-d: but I stand with what I said

agust-d: you should consider the possibility as well

seen

(In hindsight, she realizes that, for once, Suga’s comment surpasses 25 words.)

—

4. 

After the whole debacle with the barrage of rude comments and her consequent outburst, everything has never been the same. Understandably, some of her fans have left since then, but the majority stayed with her and for that, she’s eternally grateful. Although she still publishes her stories and interacts with her followers, a certain emptiness fills her at times. 

A part of her thinks it has a lot to do with Suga, who she doesn’t talk to anymore. She… doesn’t know how to respond to him after her outburst. In a span of a moment, she manages to both defend her honor and drag agust-d through the mud, which was never her intention to begin with. Okay, well, maybe just a little bit. But she’s hurt, so it only makes sense to retaliate.

If only she could easily strike back in her current situation. 

Unbeknownst to her, someone with the handle void-mayo tags her on a malicious post the night before, calling her out for being fake. Apparently, she’s a ‘copycat writer wanna-be with no real ideas of her own.’

She only discovers it when her followers start sending her messages of reassurance and appreciation. Of course, she checks the post at once, reading carefully and taking in everything that was written. (Shit, at least I have a better username, she muses). And not for the first time, she feels hurt, uneasy, and anxious at the same time. Void-mayo is already an established writer, with years of exposure under her belt and a large army of rabid fans at her disposal. Meanwhile, she’s just started her writing blog. And although she’s diligent, thorough, and ensures that each of her stories has its own personality and flavor, most of void-mayo’s fans wouldn’t care. She can’t risk losing her credibility over a baseless accusation such as this! 

And with that, she feels anger bubbling from the pit of her stomach. She doesn’t get the purpose behind the destructive post. She gets humiliated, her reputation tarnished, and worse just because she had written a similar scene with an ice cream . It certainly doesn’t help that others are quick to join in calling her names and ‘cancelling her’ without even bothering to check the facts. 

And as she contemplates on how to proceed with such a delicate situation, her dashboard refreshes. At the top, she notices that agust-d reblogs void-mayo’s post with the addition of his response and for once, the word count exceeds 100.

—

5. 

In a roundabout way of saying sorry and expressing her gratitude, she proceeds to write the ending Suga requested. And illuminated by the dim light of her laptop screen, she can begrudgingly admit that he does have a point; his version of the ending does make sense.

—

fin.

—

omake

agust-d: so am i forgiven yet?

you: i don’t know

you: maybe you’ll have to make it up to me

you: and get me some coffee first?

you: 😉

—

a/n pt. 2: happiest birthday to you again! i’m so grateful to have met you in this lifetime. truly, like you’re the best. even if your internet connection’s always shitty, you always find ways to join our chats and discord parties. just thank you, for all the countless laughs that i’ve had with (and because of) you, for the counsel with my writing, and for the stories and advice you’ve willingly shared with us. here’s to our three years of friendship and counting! i love you so much! enjoy this day and stay safe! 

p.s. keep rocking and keep writing! we’ll always be here with you! muah! ❤️❤️❤️

p.p.s. hihi 🦆🍄

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The Lost Book Of Remedies Pdf Download

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hello and welcome to the lost book of remedies review. Basically, "The Lost Book of Remedies" is over 300-pages of our forefathers' most powerful natural cures that have been lost to history.

A few of them are the treatments and homemade remedies our grandparents utilized when we were kids to nurse us back to health.

Others can help us heal as we're moving into our senior years and health problems begin to creep up.

And you do not need to be an herbalist to use it.

In fact, "The Lost Book of Remedies" was made for typical folk with no previous plant knowledge.

It will allow you to turn your yard weeds into painkillers, prescription antibiotics and many more forgotten however highly effective remedies.

In times of crisis, this book will probably wind up saving lots of American lives.

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What could be much easier than growing an herb garden with no effort? Naturally, you'll have to harvest your weeds, however, you would do that anyhow: it's called weeding.

Spring is a particularly fertile time for gathering your weeds - roots and all - and turning them into medicines. Here then are some suggestions on how to find, harvest, prepare, and utilize a baker's dozen (13) of common weeds that probably currently grow around you.

To make your medicines you'll require glass jars of numerous sizes with tight-fitting lids. And a minimum of a pint each of apple cider vinegar (pasteurized), vodka (100 proof is best, but 80 proof will do), and pure olive oil (not additional virgin) or good quality animal fat such as lanolin, lard, or stomach fat from a lamb or kid. You will likewise want a knife, a cutting board, and some rags to mop up spills.

In general, you will fill a container (of any size) with coarsely-chopped fresh, but dry, plant product. (Do not wash any part of the plant other than roots, if you are using them, and be sure to dry those well with a towel before putting them in your container.) Then you will fill the jar with your menstruum, which is the vinegar, the oil, or the alcohol. Label well and permit to stand at space temperature level, out of the sunshine for at least 6 weeks prior to decanting and utilizing. (See my book Recovery Wise for more specific info on making preparations.).

A field guide is practical for positively recognizing your weeds. The one I like best is A Guide to the Recognition of New Zealand Common Weeds in Colour, complied by E. A. Upritchard. (Offered from the New Zealand Weed And Pest Control Society, P.O. Box 1654, Palmerston North) This book even shows you how the weeds look when they are emerging.

Ready? OK! Let's go outside with a plant id guide or skilled herbalist and see what we can find.

Shepherd's purse (Capsella bursa pastoris) is an annual in the mustard family. Cut the leading half of the plant when it has actually formed its little heart-shaped "bags" (seed pods) and make a tincture (with alcohol), which you can use to stop bleeding. Midwives and females who bleed greatly during their period praise their timely effectiveness. Gypsies claim it works on the stomach and lungs too. A dose is 1 dropperful (1ml); which may be duplicated up to four times a day.

Cleavers (Gallium aparine) is a persistent, sticky plant that grows profusely in abandoned lots and the edges of cultivated land. The entire plant is used to reinforce the lymphatic activity. I cut the top two-thirds of each plant while it is in flower (or setting seeds) and utilize alcohol to make a tincture that relieves tender, swollen breasts, PMS symptoms, and allergic reactions. A dose is 15-25 drops (.5 - 1 ml); repeated as needed.

Chickweed (Stellaria media) has many usages, consisting of scrumptious salad greens. I cut the whole top of the plant and consume it or utilize alcohol to make a tincture, which dissolves cysts, tonifies the thyroid, and aids in weight-loss. Dosage is a dropperful (1 ml), up to 3 times a day.

Daisy (Bellis perennis) is a typical perennial weed of yards and open locations. Rather different from the native daisy (Lagenifera petiolata), the little English daisy is related to feverfew and has similar capabilities. I use the leaves and flowers to make a cast (with alcohol) or medicinal vinegar which eliminates headaches, muscle pain, and allergy signs. Dosage is a dropper full of the tincture (1 ml), approximately twice a day; or a tablespoon of the vinegar in the early morning.

Dandelion (Taraxacum Officinalis) is a persistent seasonal of lawns and gardens and among the very best known medical herbs worldwide. (The native dandelion of New Zealand - Taraxacum magellanicum - is medical too.)

 Those who enjoy a pure green yard curse the warm yellow flowers of typical dandelion. But those who want to see charm anywhere (such as kids and herbalists) treasure this weed. You can use any part of the dandelion - the root, the leaves, the flowers, even the flower stalk - to make a cast or medical vinegar which reinforces the liver.

 A dosage of 10-20 drops of the tincture (.5 -1 ml) eases gas, heartburn, and indigestion, in addition to promoting healthy bowel movements. A tablespoon of the vinegar works well, too. More importantly, taken before meals, dandelion boosts the production of hydrochloric acid in the stomach, hence increasing the bio-availability of many nutrients, especially calcium.

 The fresh or prepared green leaves are filled with carotenes, those anti-cancer, anti-heart disease helpers. And the oil of the flowers is a crucial massage balm for preserving healthy breasts. (There's lots more information on dandelions in Healing Wise.).

Dock, also called yellow dock, curly dock, and broad dock is a seasonal plant, which my Native American grandmas use for "all females' problems." The Maori call it Pae Whenua or runa. It is another plant that disagrees with sheep, especially when the land is overgrazed.

 I dig the yellow roots of Rumex Crispus or R. obtusifolius and tincture them in alcohol to utilize as an ally when the body's immune system or the liver requires help. A dose is 15-25 drops (.5 -1 ml). I also gather the leaves and/or seeds throughout the growing season and make medicinal vinegar, taken a tablespoon at a time, which is used to increase blood levels of iron, lower menstrual flooding and cramping, and balance hormone levels.

 If the chopped roots are taken in oil for six weeks, the resulting lotion is advantageous for keeping the breasts healthy.

Groundsel (Senecio vulgaris) and Ragwort (Senecio jacobea) are hardy perennials that have credibility for poisoning animals, like their cousin tansy. Although bad for sheep, these 2 Senecios are some of the world's most ancient healing plants, having actually been discovered in a severe 60,000 years of age. 

You can utilize the blooming tops and leaves with your alcohol to make a tincture which acts gradually to tonify the reproductive organs, ease PMS, and stop extreme menstrual pain. Dosage is 5-10 drops (.2 -.5 ml) daily, utilized just once a day, but for at least 3 months. (A bigger dosage is utilized to accelerate labor.).

Mallows (Malva neglecta, M. parviflora, M. Sylvestre) grow well in disregarded gardens and are remarkably deep-rooted. The flowers, leaves, stalks, seeds, and roots are abundant in sticky mucilage which is finest extracted by soaking the fresh plant in cold water overnight or longer or by making a medical vinegar.

 The starch is extraordinarily soothing internally (reducing sore throats, upset stomachs, heartburn, irritable bowel, colic, constipation, and gastrointestinal disorder) and externally (relieving bug bites, burns, sprains, and aching eyes). The leaves, flowers, and bark (especially) of the native Hohere (Hoheria populnea) are utilized in precisely the same way by Maori herbalists.

Plantain, likewise called ribwort, pig's ear, and the bandaid plant is a typical weed of yards, driveways, parks, and playgrounds. Determine it by the 5 parallel veins running the length of each leaf. You may discover broadleaf plantain (Plantago significant) with broad leaves or narrow leaf plantain (Plantago lanceolata) with lance-thin leaves. 

Either can be utilized to make a recovery poultice or a relaxing oil commonly considered as one of the very best injury therapists around. Not only does plantain boost the speed of healing, it likewise eases pain, stops bleeding, draws out foreign matter, stops itching, avoids and stops allergic reactions from bee stings, kills germs, and minimizes swelling.

Attempt a plaster or a generous application of plantain oil or lotion (made by thickening the oil with beeswax) on sprains, cuts, insect bites, rashes, chafed skin, boils, swellings, chapped and cracked lips, rough or sore hands, infant's diaper location, and burns.

To make a fresh plantain poultice: Pick a leaf, chew it well and put it on the boo-boo. "Like magic" the pain, itching, and swelling vanish, fast! (Yes, you can dry plantain leaves and carry them in your first aid kit. Chew like you would fresh leaves.).

To make plantain ointment: Pick large fresh plantain leaves. Slice coarsely. Fill a clean, dry, glass jar with the chopped leaves. Put pure olive oil into the leaves, poking about with a chopstick until the container is completely full of oil and all air bubbles are released. 

Cap well. Place container in a little bowl to gather any overflow. Wait 6 weeks. Then stress oil out of the plant product, squeezing well. Measure the oil. Heat it gently, including one tablespoon of grated beeswax for each liquid ounce of oil. Pour into jars and permit to cool.

St. Joan's/ John's wort (Hypericum perforatum) This stunning perennial wildflower might be disliked by sheep farmers but herbalists love it. The flowering tops are collected after they begin to bloom (generally on Solstice, June 21) and prepared with alcohol, and with oil, to make two of the most beneficial remedies in my first-aid package. 

Tincture of St. Joan's wort not just lends one a warm disposition, it dependably alleviates muscle aches, is an effective anti-viral and is my first-choice treatment for those with shingles, sciatica, back pain, neuralgia, and headaches consisting of migraines. The usual dose is 1 dropperful (1 ml) as frequently as needed. 

In extreme pain from a muscle spasm in my thigh, I utilized a dropperful every twenty minutes for two hours, or until the pain totally subsided. St. Joan's wort oil stops cold sores in their tracks and can even eliminate herpes signs. I utilize it as a sunblock. Contrary to common belief, St. Joan's wort does not cause sun level of sensitivity; it avoids it. It even prevents burns from radiation treatment. Eases sore muscles, too.

Self-recover (Prunella vulgaris) This odorless perennial mint is one of the great unsung therapists in the world. The leaves and flowers contain more antioxidants - which prevent cancer and heart problem, among other healthy traits - than any other plant checked. And as part of the mint family, self-recover is imbued with great deals of minerals, especially calcium, making it an especially essential ally for pregnant, nursing, menopausal, and post-menopausal females.

 I put self recover leaves in salads in the spring and fall, make a medicinal vinegar with the flowers throughout the summer, and prepare the flowering tops (fresh or dried) in winter soups.

Usnea (Usnea barbata) is that many-stranded grey lichen hanging out of the branches of your apple trees or the Monterey pines planted in the plantation over there or in almost any native tree in areas of the South Island Alps, where it is referred to as angiangi to the Maori. If in doubt of your recognition: 

Pull a hair gently apart with your hands, searching for a white fiber inside the fuzzy grey-green external coat. To prepare usnea, harvest at any time of the year, taking care not to take too much. Usnea grows gradually. Put your harvest in a cooking pan and just cover it with cold water. Boil for about 15-25 minutes, or until the water is orange and minimized by at least half. Put usnea and water into a container, filling it to the top with plant material. 

(Water should disappear than half of the container.) Include the greatest proof of alcohol you can buy. After 6 weeks this tincture is ready to work for you as an outstanding antibacterial, countering infection throughout the body. Dosage is a dropperful (1 ml) as regularly as every two hours in intense circumstances.

Yarrow (Achellia millefolium) This beautiful perennial weed is grown in numerous herb gardens for it has a wide variety of uses. Cut the flowering tops (use just white-flowering yarrow) and use your alcohol to make a strongly-scented cast that you can take internally to prevent colds and influenza. (A dose is 10-20 drops of up to 1 ml).

 I bring a little spray bottle of yarrow tincture with me when I'm outdoors and wet my skin every hour approximately. A United States Army study showed yarrow tincture to be more effective than DEET at fending off ticks, mosquitoes, and sand flies. You can likewise make a healing lotion with yarrow flower tops and your oil or fat. Yarrow oil is antibacterial, pain-relieving, and incredibly valuable in healing all types of injuries.

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hello and welcome to the lost book of remedies review. Basically, "The Lost Book of Remedies" is over 300-pages of our forefathers' most powerful natural cures that have been lost to history.

A few of them are the treatments and homemade remedies our grandparents utilized when we were kids to nurse us back to health.

Others can help us heal as we're moving into our senior years and health problems begin to creep up.

And you do not need to be an herbalist to use it.

In fact, "The Lost Book of Remedies" was made for typical folk with no previous plant knowledge.

It will allow you to turn your yard weeds into painkillers, prescription antibiotics and many more forgotten however highly effective remedies.

In times of crisis, this book will probably wind up saving lots of American lives.

Click here to get your hands on the lost book of remedies

Medicine Chest in Your Backyard-The Lost Book Of Remedies Pdf Download

What could be much easier than growing an herb garden with no effort? Naturally, you'll have to harvest your weeds, however, you would do that anyhow: it's called weeding.

Spring is a particularly fertile time for gathering your weeds - roots and all - and turning them into medicines. Here then are some suggestions on how to find, harvest, prepare, and utilize a baker's dozen (13) of common weeds that probably currently grow around you.

To make your medicines you'll require glass jars of numerous sizes with tight-fitting lids. And a minimum of a pint each of apple cider vinegar (pasteurized), vodka (100 proof is best, but 80 proof will do), and pure olive oil (not additional virgin) or good quality animal fat such as lanolin, lard, or stomach fat from a lamb or kid. You will likewise want a knife, a cutting board, and some rags to mop up spills.

In general, you will fill a container (of any size) with coarsely-chopped fresh, but dry, plant product. (Do not wash any part of the plant other than roots, if you are using them, and be sure to dry those well with a towel before putting them in your container.) Then you will fill the jar with your menstruum, which is the vinegar, the oil, or the alcohol. Label well and permit to stand at space temperature level, out of the sunshine for at least 6 weeks prior to decanting and utilizing. (See my book Recovery Wise for more specific info on making preparations.).

A field guide is practical for positively recognizing your weeds. The one I like best is A Guide to the Recognition of New Zealand Common Weeds in Colour, complied by E. A. Upritchard. (Offered from the New Zealand Weed And Pest Control Society, P.O. Box 1654, Palmerston North) This book even shows you how the weeds look when they are emerging.

Ready? OK! Let's go outside with a plant id guide or skilled herbalist and see what we can find.

Shepherd's purse (Capsella bursa pastoris) is an annual in the mustard family. Cut the leading half of the plant when it has actually formed its little heart-shaped "bags" (seed pods) and make a tincture (with alcohol), which you can use to stop bleeding. Midwives and females who bleed greatly during their period praise their timely effectiveness. Gypsies claim it works on the stomach and lungs too. A dose is 1 dropperful (1ml); which may be duplicated up to four times a day.

Cleavers (Gallium aparine) is a persistent, sticky plant that grows profusely in abandoned lots and the edges of cultivated land. The entire plant is used to reinforce the lymphatic activity. I cut the top two-thirds of each plant while it is in flower (or setting seeds) and utilize alcohol to make a tincture that relieves tender, swollen breasts, PMS symptoms, and allergic reactions. A dose is 15-25 drops (.5 - 1 ml); repeated as needed.

Chickweed (Stellaria media) has many usages, consisting of scrumptious salad greens. I cut the whole top of the plant and consume it or utilize alcohol to make a tincture, which dissolves cysts, tonifies the thyroid, and aids in weight-loss. Dosage is a dropperful (1 ml), up to 3 times a day.

Daisy (Bellis perennis) is a typical perennial weed of yards and open locations. Rather different from the native daisy (Lagenifera petiolata), the little English daisy is related to feverfew and has similar capabilities. I use the leaves and flowers to make a cast (with alcohol) or medicinal vinegar which eliminates headaches, muscle pain, and allergy signs. Dosage is a dropper full of the tincture (1 ml), approximately twice a day; or a tablespoon of the vinegar in the early morning.

Dandelion (Taraxacum Officinalis) is a persistent seasonal of lawns and gardens and among the very best known medical herbs worldwide. (The native dandelion of New Zealand - Taraxacum magellanicum - is medical too.)

 Those who enjoy a pure green yard curse the warm yellow flowers of typical dandelion. But those who want to see charm anywhere (such as kids and herbalists) treasure this weed. You can use any part of the dandelion - the root, the leaves, the flowers, even the flower stalk - to make a cast or medical vinegar which reinforces the liver.

 A dosage of 10-20 drops of the tincture (.5 -1 ml) eases gas, heartburn, and indigestion, in addition to promoting healthy bowel movements. A tablespoon of the vinegar works well, too. More importantly, taken before meals, dandelion boosts the production of hydrochloric acid in the stomach, hence increasing the bio-availability of many nutrients, especially calcium.

 The fresh or prepared green leaves are filled with carotenes, those anti-cancer, anti-heart disease helpers. And the oil of the flowers is a crucial massage balm for preserving healthy breasts. (There's lots more information on dandelions in Healing Wise.).

Dock, also called yellow dock, curly dock, and broad dock is a seasonal plant, which my Native American grandmas use for "all females' problems." The Maori call it Pae Whenua or runa. It is another plant that disagrees with sheep, especially when the land is overgrazed.

 I dig the yellow roots of Rumex Crispus or R. obtusifolius and tincture them in alcohol to utilize as an ally when the body's immune system or the liver requires help. A dose is 15-25 drops (.5 -1 ml). I also gather the leaves and/or seeds throughout the growing season and make medicinal vinegar, taken a tablespoon at a time, which is used to increase blood levels of iron, lower menstrual flooding and cramping, and balance hormone levels.

 If the chopped roots are taken in oil for six weeks, the resulting lotion is advantageous for keeping the breasts healthy.

Groundsel (Senecio vulgaris) and Ragwort (Senecio jacobea) are hardy perennials that have credibility for poisoning animals, like their cousin tansy. Although bad for sheep, these 2 Senecios are some of the world's most ancient healing plants, having actually been discovered in a severe 60,000 years of age. 

You can utilize the blooming tops and leaves with your alcohol to make a tincture which acts gradually to tonify the reproductive organs, ease PMS, and stop extreme menstrual pain. Dosage is 5-10 drops (.2 -.5 ml) daily, utilized just once a day, but for at least 3 months. (A bigger dosage is utilized to accelerate labor.).

Mallows (Malva neglecta, M. parviflora, M. Sylvestre) grow well in disregarded gardens and are remarkably deep-rooted. The flowers, leaves, stalks, seeds, and roots are abundant in sticky mucilage which is finest extracted by soaking the fresh plant in cold water overnight or longer or by making a medical vinegar.

 The starch is extraordinarily soothing internally (reducing sore throats, upset stomachs, heartburn, irritable bowel, colic, constipation, and gastrointestinal disorder) and externally (relieving bug bites, burns, sprains, and aching eyes). The leaves, flowers, and bark (especially) of the native Hohere (Hoheria populnea) are utilized in precisely the same way by Maori herbalists.

Plantain, likewise called ribwort, pig's ear, and the bandaid plant is a typical weed of yards, driveways, parks, and playgrounds. Determine it by the 5 parallel veins running the length of each leaf. You may discover broadleaf plantain (Plantago significant) with broad leaves or narrow leaf plantain (Plantago lanceolata) with lance-thin leaves. 

Either can be utilized to make a recovery poultice or a relaxing oil commonly considered as one of the very best injury therapists around. Not only does plantain boost the speed of healing, it likewise eases pain, stops bleeding, draws out foreign matter, stops itching, avoids and stops allergic reactions from bee stings, kills germs, and minimizes swelling.

Attempt a plaster or a generous application of plantain oil or lotion (made by thickening the oil with beeswax) on sprains, cuts, insect bites, rashes, chafed skin, boils, swellings, chapped and cracked lips, rough or sore hands, infant's diaper location, and burns.

To make a fresh plantain poultice: Pick a leaf, chew it well and put it on the boo-boo. "Like magic" the pain, itching, and swelling vanish, fast! (Yes, you can dry plantain leaves and carry them in your first aid kit. Chew like you would fresh leaves.).

To make plantain ointment: Pick large fresh plantain leaves. Slice coarsely. Fill a clean, dry, glass jar with the chopped leaves. Put pure olive oil into the leaves, poking about with a chopstick until the container is completely full of oil and all air bubbles are released. 

Cap well. Place container in a little bowl to gather any overflow. Wait 6 weeks. Then stress oil out of the plant product, squeezing well. Measure the oil. Heat it gently, including one tablespoon of grated beeswax for each liquid ounce of oil. Pour into jars and permit to cool.

St. Joan's/ John's wort (Hypericum perforatum) This stunning perennial wildflower might be disliked by sheep farmers but herbalists love it. The flowering tops are collected after they begin to bloom (generally on Solstice, June 21) and prepared with alcohol, and with oil, to make two of the most beneficial remedies in my first-aid package. 

Tincture of St. Joan's wort not just lends one a warm disposition, it dependably alleviates muscle aches, is an effective anti-viral and is my first-choice treatment for those with shingles, sciatica, back pain, neuralgia, and headaches consisting of migraines. The usual dose is 1 dropperful (1 ml) as frequently as needed. 

In extreme pain from a muscle spasm in my thigh, I utilized a dropperful every twenty minutes for two hours, or until the pain totally subsided. St. Joan's wort oil stops cold sores in their tracks and can even eliminate herpes signs. I utilize it as a sunblock. Contrary to common belief, St. Joan's wort does not cause sun level of sensitivity; it avoids it. It even prevents burns from radiation treatment. Eases sore muscles, too.

Self-recover (Prunella vulgaris) This odorless perennial mint is one of the great unsung therapists in the world. The leaves and flowers contain more antioxidants - which prevent cancer and heart problem, among other healthy traits - than any other plant checked. And as part of the mint family, self-recover is imbued with great deals of minerals, especially calcium, making it an especially essential ally for pregnant, nursing, menopausal, and post-menopausal females.

 I put self recover leaves in salads in the spring and fall, make a medicinal vinegar with the flowers throughout the summer, and prepare the flowering tops (fresh or dried) in winter soups.

Usnea (Usnea barbata) is that many-stranded grey lichen hanging out of the branches of your apple trees or the Monterey pines planted in the plantation over there or in almost any native tree in areas of the South Island Alps, where it is referred to as angiangi to the Maori. If in doubt of your recognition: 

Pull a hair gently apart with your hands, searching for a white fiber inside the fuzzy grey-green external coat. To prepare usnea, harvest at any time of the year, taking care not to take too much. Usnea grows gradually. Put your harvest in a cooking pan and just cover it with cold water. Boil for about 15-25 minutes, or until the water is orange and minimized by at least half. Put usnea and water into a container, filling it to the top with plant material. 

(Water should disappear than half of the container.) Include the greatest proof of alcohol you can buy. After 6 weeks this tincture is ready to work for you as an outstanding antibacterial, countering infection throughout the body. Dosage is a dropperful (1 ml) as regularly as every two hours in intense circumstances.

Yarrow (Achellia millefolium) This beautiful perennial weed is grown in numerous herb gardens for it has a wide variety of uses. Cut the flowering tops (use just white-flowering yarrow) and use your alcohol to make a strongly-scented cast that you can take internally to prevent colds and influenza. (A dose is 10-20 drops of up to 1 ml).

 I bring a little spray bottle of yarrow tincture with me when I'm outdoors and wet my skin every hour approximately. A United States Army study showed yarrow tincture to be more effective than DEET at fending off ticks, mosquitoes, and sand flies. You can likewise make a healing lotion with yarrow flower tops and your oil or fat. Yarrow oil is antibacterial, pain-relieving, and incredibly valuable in healing all types of injuries.

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hello and welcome to the lost book of remedies review. Basically, "The Lost Book of Remedies" is over 300-pages of our forefathers' most powerful natural cures that have been lost to history.

A few of them are the treatments and homemade remedies our grandparents utilized when we were kids to nurse us back to health.

Others can help us heal as we're moving into our senior years and health problems begin to creep up.

And you do not need to be an herbalist to use it.

In fact, "The Lost Book of Remedies" was made for typical folk with no previous plant knowledge.

It will allow you to turn your yard weeds into painkillers, prescription antibiotics and many more forgotten however highly effective remedies.

In times of crisis, this book will probably wind up saving lots of American lives.

Click here to get your hands on the lost book of remedies

Medicine Chest in Your Backyard-The Lost Book Of Remedies Pdf Download

What could be much easier than growing an herb garden with no effort? Naturally, you'll have to harvest your weeds, however, you would do that anyhow: it's called weeding.

Spring is a particularly fertile time for gathering your weeds - roots and all - and turning them into medicines. Here then are some suggestions on how to find, harvest, prepare, and utilize a baker's dozen (13) of common weeds that probably currently grow around you.

To make your medicines you'll require glass jars of numerous sizes with tight-fitting lids. And a minimum of a pint each of apple cider vinegar (pasteurized), vodka (100 proof is best, but 80 proof will do), and pure olive oil (not additional virgin) or good quality animal fat such as lanolin, lard, or stomach fat from a lamb or kid. You will likewise want a knife, a cutting board, and some rags to mop up spills.

In general, you will fill a container (of any size) with coarsely-chopped fresh, but dry, plant product. (Do not wash any part of the plant other than roots, if you are using them, and be sure to dry those well with a towel before putting them in your container.) Then you will fill the jar with your menstruum, which is the vinegar, the oil, or the alcohol. Label well and permit to stand at space temperature level, out of the sunshine for at least 6 weeks prior to decanting and utilizing. (See my book Recovery Wise for more specific info on making preparations.).

A field guide is practical for positively recognizing your weeds. The one I like best is A Guide to the Recognition of New Zealand Common Weeds in Colour, complied by E. A. Upritchard. (Offered from the New Zealand Weed And Pest Control Society, P.O. Box 1654, Palmerston North) This book even shows you how the weeds look when they are emerging.

Ready? OK! Let's go outside with a plant id guide or skilled herbalist and see what we can find.

Shepherd's purse (Capsella bursa pastoris) is an annual in the mustard family. Cut the leading half of the plant when it has actually formed its little heart-shaped "bags" (seed pods) and make a tincture (with alcohol), which you can use to stop bleeding. Midwives and females who bleed greatly during their period praise their timely effectiveness. Gypsies claim it works on the stomach and lungs too. A dose is 1 dropperful (1ml); which may be duplicated up to four times a day.

Cleavers (Gallium aparine) is a persistent, sticky plant that grows profusely in abandoned lots and the edges of cultivated land. The entire plant is used to reinforce the lymphatic activity. I cut the top two-thirds of each plant while it is in flower (or setting seeds) and utilize alcohol to make a tincture that relieves tender, swollen breasts, PMS symptoms, and allergic reactions. A dose is 15-25 drops (.5 - 1 ml); repeated as needed.

Chickweed (Stellaria media) has many usages, consisting of scrumptious salad greens. I cut the whole top of the plant and consume it or utilize alcohol to make a tincture, which dissolves cysts, tonifies the thyroid, and aids in weight-loss. Dosage is a dropperful (1 ml), up to 3 times a day.

Daisy (Bellis perennis) is a typical perennial weed of yards and open locations. Rather different from the native daisy (Lagenifera petiolata), the little English daisy is related to feverfew and has similar capabilities. I use the leaves and flowers to make a cast (with alcohol) or medicinal vinegar which eliminates headaches, muscle pain, and allergy signs. Dosage is a dropper full of the tincture (1 ml), approximately twice a day; or a tablespoon of the vinegar in the early morning.

Dandelion (Taraxacum Officinalis) is a persistent seasonal of lawns and gardens and among the very best known medical herbs worldwide. (The native dandelion of New Zealand - Taraxacum magellanicum - is medical too.)

 Those who enjoy a pure green yard curse the warm yellow flowers of typical dandelion. But those who want to see charm anywhere (such as kids and herbalists) treasure this weed. You can use any part of the dandelion - the root, the leaves, the flowers, even the flower stalk - to make a cast or medical vinegar which reinforces the liver.

 A dosage of 10-20 drops of the tincture (.5 -1 ml) eases gas, heartburn, and indigestion, in addition to promoting healthy bowel movements. A tablespoon of the vinegar works well, too. More importantly, taken before meals, dandelion boosts the production of hydrochloric acid in the stomach, hence increasing the bio-availability of many nutrients, especially calcium.

 The fresh or prepared green leaves are filled with carotenes, those anti-cancer, anti-heart disease helpers. And the oil of the flowers is a crucial massage balm for preserving healthy breasts. (There's lots more information on dandelions in Healing Wise.).

Dock, also called yellow dock, curly dock, and broad dock is a seasonal plant, which my Native American grandmas use for "all females' problems." The Maori call it Pae Whenua or runa. It is another plant that disagrees with sheep, especially when the land is overgrazed.

 I dig the yellow roots of Rumex Crispus or R. obtusifolius and tincture them in alcohol to utilize as an ally when the body's immune system or the liver requires help. A dose is 15-25 drops (.5 -1 ml). I also gather the leaves and/or seeds throughout the growing season and make medicinal vinegar, taken a tablespoon at a time, which is used to increase blood levels of iron, lower menstrual flooding and cramping, and balance hormone levels.

 If the chopped roots are taken in oil for six weeks, the resulting lotion is advantageous for keeping the breasts healthy.

Groundsel (Senecio vulgaris) and Ragwort (Senecio jacobea) are hardy perennials that have credibility for poisoning animals, like their cousin tansy. Although bad for sheep, these 2 Senecios are some of the world's most ancient healing plants, having actually been discovered in a severe 60,000 years of age. 

You can utilize the blooming tops and leaves with your alcohol to make a tincture which acts gradually to tonify the reproductive organs, ease PMS, and stop extreme menstrual pain. Dosage is 5-10 drops (.2 -.5 ml) daily, utilized just once a day, but for at least 3 months. (A bigger dosage is utilized to accelerate labor.).

Mallows (Malva neglecta, M. parviflora, M. Sylvestre) grow well in disregarded gardens and are remarkably deep-rooted. The flowers, leaves, stalks, seeds, and roots are abundant in sticky mucilage which is finest extracted by soaking the fresh plant in cold water overnight or longer or by making a medical vinegar.

 The starch is extraordinarily soothing internally (reducing sore throats, upset stomachs, heartburn, irritable bowel, colic, constipation, and gastrointestinal disorder) and externally (relieving bug bites, burns, sprains, and aching eyes). The leaves, flowers, and bark (especially) of the native Hohere (Hoheria populnea) are utilized in precisely the same way by Maori herbalists.

Plantain, likewise called ribwort, pig's ear, and the bandaid plant is a typical weed of yards, driveways, parks, and playgrounds. Determine it by the 5 parallel veins running the length of each leaf. You may discover broadleaf plantain (Plantago significant) with broad leaves or narrow leaf plantain (Plantago lanceolata) with lance-thin leaves. 

Either can be utilized to make a recovery poultice or a relaxing oil commonly considered as one of the very best injury therapists around. Not only does plantain boost the speed of healing, it likewise eases pain, stops bleeding, draws out foreign matter, stops itching, avoids and stops allergic reactions from bee stings, kills germs, and minimizes swelling.

Attempt a plaster or a generous application of plantain oil or lotion (made by thickening the oil with beeswax) on sprains, cuts, insect bites, rashes, chafed skin, boils, swellings, chapped and cracked lips, rough or sore hands, infant's diaper location, and burns.

To make a fresh plantain poultice: Pick a leaf, chew it well and put it on the boo-boo. "Like magic" the pain, itching, and swelling vanish, fast! (Yes, you can dry plantain leaves and carry them in your first aid kit. Chew like you would fresh leaves.).

To make plantain ointment: Pick large fresh plantain leaves. Slice coarsely. Fill a clean, dry, glass jar with the chopped leaves. Put pure olive oil into the leaves, poking about with a chopstick until the container is completely full of oil and all air bubbles are released. 

Cap well. Place container in a little bowl to gather any overflow. Wait 6 weeks. Then stress oil out of the plant product, squeezing well. Measure the oil. Heat it gently, including one tablespoon of grated beeswax for each liquid ounce of oil. Pour into jars and permit to cool.

St. Joan's/ John's wort (Hypericum perforatum) This stunning perennial wildflower might be disliked by sheep farmers but herbalists love it. The flowering tops are collected after they begin to bloom (generally on Solstice, June 21) and prepared with alcohol, and with oil, to make two of the most beneficial remedies in my first-aid package. 

Tincture of St. Joan's wort not just lends one a warm disposition, it dependably alleviates muscle aches, is an effective anti-viral and is my first-choice treatment for those with shingles, sciatica, back pain, neuralgia, and headaches consisting of migraines. The usual dose is 1 dropperful (1 ml) as frequently as needed. 

In extreme pain from a muscle spasm in my thigh, I utilized a dropperful every twenty minutes for two hours, or until the pain totally subsided. St. Joan's wort oil stops cold sores in their tracks and can even eliminate herpes signs. I utilize it as a sunblock. Contrary to common belief, St. Joan's wort does not cause sun level of sensitivity; it avoids it. It even prevents burns from radiation treatment. Eases sore muscles, too.

Self-recover (Prunella vulgaris) This odorless perennial mint is one of the great unsung therapists in the world. The leaves and flowers contain more antioxidants - which prevent cancer and heart problem, among other healthy traits - than any other plant checked. And as part of the mint family, self-recover is imbued with great deals of minerals, especially calcium, making it an especially essential ally for pregnant, nursing, menopausal, and post-menopausal females.

 I put self recover leaves in salads in the spring and fall, make a medicinal vinegar with the flowers throughout the summer, and prepare the flowering tops (fresh or dried) in winter soups.

Usnea (Usnea barbata) is that many-stranded grey lichen hanging out of the branches of your apple trees or the Monterey pines planted in the plantation over there or in almost any native tree in areas of the South Island Alps, where it is referred to as angiangi to the Maori. If in doubt of your recognition: 

Pull a hair gently apart with your hands, searching for a white fiber inside the fuzzy grey-green external coat. To prepare usnea, harvest at any time of the year, taking care not to take too much. Usnea grows gradually. Put your harvest in a cooking pan and just cover it with cold water. Boil for about 15-25 minutes, or until the water is orange and minimized by at least half. Put usnea and water into a container, filling it to the top with plant material. 

(Water should disappear than half of the container.) Include the greatest proof of alcohol you can buy. After 6 weeks this tincture is ready to work for you as an outstanding antibacterial, countering infection throughout the body. Dosage is a dropperful (1 ml) as regularly as every two hours in intense circumstances.

Yarrow (Achellia millefolium) This beautiful perennial weed is grown in numerous herb gardens for it has a wide variety of uses. Cut the flowering tops (use just white-flowering yarrow) and use your alcohol to make a strongly-scented cast that you can take internally to prevent colds and influenza. (A dose is 10-20 drops of up to 1 ml).

 I bring a little spray bottle of yarrow tincture with me when I'm outdoors and wet my skin every hour approximately. A United States Army study showed yarrow tincture to be more effective than DEET at fending off ticks, mosquitoes, and sand flies. You can likewise make a healing lotion with yarrow flower tops and your oil or fat. Yarrow oil is antibacterial, pain-relieving, and incredibly valuable in healing all types of injuries.

To find out more Please visit The lost book of remedies post 

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hello and welcome to the lost book of remedies review. Basically, "The Lost Book of Remedies" is over 300-pages of our forefathers' most powerful natural cures that have been lost to history.

A few of them are the treatments and homemade remedies our grandparents utilized when we were kids to nurse us back to health.

Others can help us heal as we're moving into our senior years and health problems begin to creep up.

And you do not need to be an herbalist to use it.

In fact, "The Lost Book of Remedies" was made for typical folk with no previous plant knowledge.

It will allow you to turn your yard weeds into painkillers, prescription antibiotics and many more forgotten however highly effective remedies.

In times of crisis, this book will probably wind up saving lots of American lives.

Click here to get your hands on the lost book of remedies

Medicine Chest in Your Backyard-The Lost Book Of Remedies Pdf Download

What could be much easier than growing an herb garden with no effort? Naturally, you'll have to harvest your weeds, however, you would do that anyhow: it's called weeding.

Spring is a particularly fertile time for gathering your weeds - roots and all - and turning them into medicines. Here then are some suggestions on how to find, harvest, prepare, and utilize a baker's dozen (13) of common weeds that probably currently grow around you.

To make your medicines you'll require glass jars of numerous sizes with tight-fitting lids. And a minimum of a pint each of apple cider vinegar (pasteurized), vodka (100 proof is best, but 80 proof will do), and pure olive oil (not additional virgin) or good quality animal fat such as lanolin, lard, or stomach fat from a lamb or kid. You will likewise want a knife, a cutting board, and some rags to mop up spills.

In general, you will fill a container (of any size) with coarsely-chopped fresh, but dry, plant product. (Do not wash any part of the plant other than roots, if you are using them, and be sure to dry those well with a towel before putting them in your container.) Then you will fill the jar with your menstruum, which is the vinegar, the oil, or the alcohol. Label well and permit to stand at space temperature level, out of the sunshine for at least 6 weeks prior to decanting and utilizing. (See my book Recovery Wise for more specific info on making preparations.).

A field guide is practical for positively recognizing your weeds. The one I like best is A Guide to the Recognition of New Zealand Common Weeds in Colour, complied by E. A. Upritchard. (Offered from the New Zealand Weed And Pest Control Society, P.O. Box 1654, Palmerston North) This book even shows you how the weeds look when they are emerging.

Ready? OK! Let's go outside with a plant id guide or skilled herbalist and see what we can find.

Shepherd's purse (Capsella bursa pastoris) is an annual in the mustard family. Cut the leading half of the plant when it has actually formed its little heart-shaped "bags" (seed pods) and make a tincture (with alcohol), which you can use to stop bleeding. Midwives and females who bleed greatly during their period praise their timely effectiveness. Gypsies claim it works on the stomach and lungs too. A dose is 1 dropperful (1ml); which may be duplicated up to four times a day.

Cleavers (Gallium aparine) is a persistent, sticky plant that grows profusely in abandoned lots and the edges of cultivated land. The entire plant is used to reinforce the lymphatic activity. I cut the top two-thirds of each plant while it is in flower (or setting seeds) and utilize alcohol to make a tincture that relieves tender, swollen breasts, PMS symptoms, and allergic reactions. A dose is 15-25 drops (.5 - 1 ml); repeated as needed.

Chickweed (Stellaria media) has many usages, consisting of scrumptious salad greens. I cut the whole top of the plant and consume it or utilize alcohol to make a tincture, which dissolves cysts, tonifies the thyroid, and aids in weight-loss. Dosage is a dropperful (1 ml), up to 3 times a day.

Daisy (Bellis perennis) is a typical perennial weed of yards and open locations. Rather different from the native daisy (Lagenifera petiolata), the little English daisy is related to feverfew and has similar capabilities. I use the leaves and flowers to make a cast (with alcohol) or medicinal vinegar which eliminates headaches, muscle pain, and allergy signs. Dosage is a dropper full of the tincture (1 ml), approximately twice a day; or a tablespoon of the vinegar in the early morning.

Dandelion (Taraxacum Officinalis) is a persistent seasonal of lawns and gardens and among the very best known medical herbs worldwide. (The native dandelion of New Zealand - Taraxacum magellanicum - is medical too.)

 Those who enjoy a pure green yard curse the warm yellow flowers of typical dandelion. But those who want to see charm anywhere (such as kids and herbalists) treasure this weed. You can use any part of the dandelion - the root, the leaves, the flowers, even the flower stalk - to make a cast or medical vinegar which reinforces the liver.

 A dosage of 10-20 drops of the tincture (.5 -1 ml) eases gas, heartburn, and indigestion, in addition to promoting healthy bowel movements. A tablespoon of the vinegar works well, too. More importantly, taken before meals, dandelion boosts the production of hydrochloric acid in the stomach, hence increasing the bio-availability of many nutrients, especially calcium.

 The fresh or prepared green leaves are filled with carotenes, those anti-cancer, anti-heart disease helpers. And the oil of the flowers is a crucial massage balm for preserving healthy breasts. (There's lots more information on dandelions in Healing Wise.).

Dock, also called yellow dock, curly dock, and broad dock is a seasonal plant, which my Native American grandmas use for "all females' problems." The Maori call it Pae Whenua or runa. It is another plant that disagrees with sheep, especially when the land is overgrazed.

 I dig the yellow roots of Rumex Crispus or R. obtusifolius and tincture them in alcohol to utilize as an ally when the body's immune system or the liver requires help. A dose is 15-25 drops (.5 -1 ml). I also gather the leaves and/or seeds throughout the growing season and make medicinal vinegar, taken a tablespoon at a time, which is used to increase blood levels of iron, lower menstrual flooding and cramping, and balance hormone levels.

 If the chopped roots are taken in oil for six weeks, the resulting lotion is advantageous for keeping the breasts healthy.

Groundsel (Senecio vulgaris) and Ragwort (Senecio jacobea) are hardy perennials that have credibility for poisoning animals, like their cousin tansy. Although bad for sheep, these 2 Senecios are some of the world's most ancient healing plants, having actually been discovered in a severe 60,000 years of age. 

You can utilize the blooming tops and leaves with your alcohol to make a tincture which acts gradually to tonify the reproductive organs, ease PMS, and stop extreme menstrual pain. Dosage is 5-10 drops (.2 -.5 ml) daily, utilized just once a day, but for at least 3 months. (A bigger dosage is utilized to accelerate labor.).

Mallows (Malva neglecta, M. parviflora, M. Sylvestre) grow well in disregarded gardens and are remarkably deep-rooted. The flowers, leaves, stalks, seeds, and roots are abundant in sticky mucilage which is finest extracted by soaking the fresh plant in cold water overnight or longer or by making a medical vinegar.

 The starch is extraordinarily soothing internally (reducing sore throats, upset stomachs, heartburn, irritable bowel, colic, constipation, and gastrointestinal disorder) and externally (relieving bug bites, burns, sprains, and aching eyes). The leaves, flowers, and bark (especially) of the native Hohere (Hoheria populnea) are utilized in precisely the same way by Maori herbalists.

Plantain, likewise called ribwort, pig's ear, and the bandaid plant is a typical weed of yards, driveways, parks, and playgrounds. Determine it by the 5 parallel veins running the length of each leaf. You may discover broadleaf plantain (Plantago significant) with broad leaves or narrow leaf plantain (Plantago lanceolata) with lance-thin leaves. 

Either can be utilized to make a recovery poultice or a relaxing oil commonly considered as one of the very best injury therapists around. Not only does plantain boost the speed of healing, it likewise eases pain, stops bleeding, draws out foreign matter, stops itching, avoids and stops allergic reactions from bee stings, kills germs, and minimizes swelling.

Attempt a plaster or a generous application of plantain oil or lotion (made by thickening the oil with beeswax) on sprains, cuts, insect bites, rashes, chafed skin, boils, swellings, chapped and cracked lips, rough or sore hands, infant's diaper location, and burns.

To make a fresh plantain poultice: Pick a leaf, chew it well and put it on the boo-boo. "Like magic" the pain, itching, and swelling vanish, fast! (Yes, you can dry plantain leaves and carry them in your first aid kit. Chew like you would fresh leaves.).

To make plantain ointment: Pick large fresh plantain leaves. Slice coarsely. Fill a clean, dry, glass jar with the chopped leaves. Put pure olive oil into the leaves, poking about with a chopstick until the container is completely full of oil and all air bubbles are released. 

Cap well. Place container in a little bowl to gather any overflow. Wait 6 weeks. Then stress oil out of the plant product, squeezing well. Measure the oil. Heat it gently, including one tablespoon of grated beeswax for each liquid ounce of oil. Pour into jars and permit to cool.

St. Joan's/ John's wort (Hypericum perforatum) This stunning perennial wildflower might be disliked by sheep farmers but herbalists love it. The flowering tops are collected after they begin to bloom (generally on Solstice, June 21) and prepared with alcohol, and with oil, to make two of the most beneficial remedies in my first-aid package. 

Tincture of St. Joan's wort not just lends one a warm disposition, it dependably alleviates muscle aches, is an effective anti-viral and is my first-choice treatment for those with shingles, sciatica, back pain, neuralgia, and headaches consisting of migraines. The usual dose is 1 dropperful (1 ml) as frequently as needed. 

In extreme pain from a muscle spasm in my thigh, I utilized a dropperful every twenty minutes for two hours, or until the pain totally subsided. St. Joan's wort oil stops cold sores in their tracks and can even eliminate herpes signs. I utilize it as a sunblock. Contrary to common belief, St. Joan's wort does not cause sun level of sensitivity; it avoids it. It even prevents burns from radiation treatment. Eases sore muscles, too.

Self-recover (Prunella vulgaris) This odorless perennial mint is one of the great unsung therapists in the world. The leaves and flowers contain more antioxidants - which prevent cancer and heart problem, among other healthy traits - than any other plant checked. And as part of the mint family, self-recover is imbued with great deals of minerals, especially calcium, making it an especially essential ally for pregnant, nursing, menopausal, and post-menopausal females.

 I put self recover leaves in salads in the spring and fall, make a medicinal vinegar with the flowers throughout the summer, and prepare the flowering tops (fresh or dried) in winter soups.

Usnea (Usnea barbata) is that many-stranded grey lichen hanging out of the branches of your apple trees or the Monterey pines planted in the plantation over there or in almost any native tree in areas of the South Island Alps, where it is referred to as angiangi to the Maori. If in doubt of your recognition: 

Pull a hair gently apart with your hands, searching for a white fiber inside the fuzzy grey-green external coat. To prepare usnea, harvest at any time of the year, taking care not to take too much. Usnea grows gradually. Put your harvest in a cooking pan and just cover it with cold water. Boil for about 15-25 minutes, or until the water is orange and minimized by at least half. Put usnea and water into a container, filling it to the top with plant material. 

(Water should disappear than half of the container.) Include the greatest proof of alcohol you can buy. After 6 weeks this tincture is ready to work for you as an outstanding antibacterial, countering infection throughout the body. Dosage is a dropperful (1 ml) as regularly as every two hours in intense circumstances.

Yarrow (Achellia millefolium) This beautiful perennial weed is grown in numerous herb gardens for it has a wide variety of uses. Cut the flowering tops (use just white-flowering yarrow) and use your alcohol to make a strongly-scented cast that you can take internally to prevent colds and influenza. (A dose is 10-20 drops of up to 1 ml).

 I bring a little spray bottle of yarrow tincture with me when I'm outdoors and wet my skin every hour approximately. A United States Army study showed yarrow tincture to be more effective than DEET at fending off ticks, mosquitoes, and sand flies. You can likewise make a healing lotion with yarrow flower tops and your oil or fat. Yarrow oil is antibacterial, pain-relieving, and incredibly valuable in healing all types of injuries.

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hello and welcome to the lost book of remedies review. Basically, "The Lost Book of Remedies" is over 300-pages of our forefathers' most powerful natural cures that have been lost to history.

A few of them are the treatments and homemade remedies our grandparents utilized when we were kids to nurse us back to health.

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In fact, "The Lost Book of Remedies" was made for typical folk with no previous plant knowledge.

It will allow you to turn your yard weeds into painkillers, prescription antibiotics and many more forgotten however highly effective remedies.

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What could be much easier than growing an herb garden with no effort? Naturally, you'll have to harvest your weeds, however, you would do that anyhow: it's called weeding.

Spring is a particularly fertile time for gathering your weeds - roots and all - and turning them into medicines. Here then are some suggestions on how to find, harvest, prepare, and utilize a baker's dozen (13) of common weeds that probably currently grow around you.

To make your medicines you'll require glass jars of numerous sizes with tight-fitting lids. And a minimum of a pint each of apple cider vinegar (pasteurized), vodka (100 proof is best, but 80 proof will do), and pure olive oil (not additional virgin) or good quality animal fat such as lanolin, lard, or stomach fat from a lamb or kid. You will likewise want a knife, a cutting board, and some rags to mop up spills.

In general, you will fill a container (of any size) with coarsely-chopped fresh, but dry, plant product. (Do not wash any part of the plant other than roots, if you are using them, and be sure to dry those well with a towel before putting them in your container.) Then you will fill the jar with your menstruum, which is the vinegar, the oil, or the alcohol. Label well and permit to stand at space temperature level, out of the sunshine for at least 6 weeks prior to decanting and utilizing. (See my book Recovery Wise for more specific info on making preparations.).

A field guide is practical for positively recognizing your weeds. The one I like best is A Guide to the Recognition of New Zealand Common Weeds in Colour, complied by E. A. Upritchard. (Offered from the New Zealand Weed And Pest Control Society, P.O. Box 1654, Palmerston North) This book even shows you how the weeds look when they are emerging.

Ready? OK! Let's go outside with a plant id guide or skilled herbalist and see what we can find.

Shepherd's purse (Capsella bursa pastoris) is an annual in the mustard family. Cut the leading half of the plant when it has actually formed its little heart-shaped "bags" (seed pods) and make a tincture (with alcohol), which you can use to stop bleeding. Midwives and females who bleed greatly during their period praise their timely effectiveness. Gypsies claim it works on the stomach and lungs too. A dose is 1 dropperful (1ml); which may be duplicated up to four times a day.

Cleavers (Gallium aparine) is a persistent, sticky plant that grows profusely in abandoned lots and the edges of cultivated land. The entire plant is used to reinforce the lymphatic activity. I cut the top two-thirds of each plant while it is in flower (or setting seeds) and utilize alcohol to make a tincture that relieves tender, swollen breasts, PMS symptoms, and allergic reactions. A dose is 15-25 drops (.5 - 1 ml); repeated as needed.

Chickweed (Stellaria media) has many usages, consisting of scrumptious salad greens. I cut the whole top of the plant and consume it or utilize alcohol to make a tincture, which dissolves cysts, tonifies the thyroid, and aids in weight-loss. Dosage is a dropperful (1 ml), up to 3 times a day.

Daisy (Bellis perennis) is a typical perennial weed of yards and open locations. Rather different from the native daisy (Lagenifera petiolata), the little English daisy is related to feverfew and has similar capabilities. I use the leaves and flowers to make a cast (with alcohol) or medicinal vinegar which eliminates headaches, muscle pain, and allergy signs. Dosage is a dropper full of the tincture (1 ml), approximately twice a day; or a tablespoon of the vinegar in the early morning.

Dandelion (Taraxacum Officinalis) is a persistent seasonal of lawns and gardens and among the very best known medical herbs worldwide. (The native dandelion of New Zealand - Taraxacum magellanicum - is medical too.)

 Those who enjoy a pure green yard curse the warm yellow flowers of typical dandelion. But those who want to see charm anywhere (such as kids and herbalists) treasure this weed. You can use any part of the dandelion - the root, the leaves, the flowers, even the flower stalk - to make a cast or medical vinegar which reinforces the liver.

 A dosage of 10-20 drops of the tincture (.5 -1 ml) eases gas, heartburn, and indigestion, in addition to promoting healthy bowel movements. A tablespoon of the vinegar works well, too. More importantly, taken before meals, dandelion boosts the production of hydrochloric acid in the stomach, hence increasing the bio-availability of many nutrients, especially calcium.

 The fresh or prepared green leaves are filled with carotenes, those anti-cancer, anti-heart disease helpers. And the oil of the flowers is a crucial massage balm for preserving healthy breasts. (There's lots more information on dandelions in Healing Wise.).

Dock, also called yellow dock, curly dock, and broad dock is a seasonal plant, which my Native American grandmas use for "all females' problems." The Maori call it Pae Whenua or runa. It is another plant that disagrees with sheep, especially when the land is overgrazed.

 I dig the yellow roots of Rumex Crispus or R. obtusifolius and tincture them in alcohol to utilize as an ally when the body's immune system or the liver requires help. A dose is 15-25 drops (.5 -1 ml). I also gather the leaves and/or seeds throughout the growing season and make medicinal vinegar, taken a tablespoon at a time, which is used to increase blood levels of iron, lower menstrual flooding and cramping, and balance hormone levels.

 If the chopped roots are taken in oil for six weeks, the resulting lotion is advantageous for keeping the breasts healthy.

Groundsel (Senecio vulgaris) and Ragwort (Senecio jacobea) are hardy perennials that have credibility for poisoning animals, like their cousin tansy. Although bad for sheep, these 2 Senecios are some of the world's most ancient healing plants, having actually been discovered in a severe 60,000 years of age. 

You can utilize the blooming tops and leaves with your alcohol to make a tincture which acts gradually to tonify the reproductive organs, ease PMS, and stop extreme menstrual pain. Dosage is 5-10 drops (.2 -.5 ml) daily, utilized just once a day, but for at least 3 months. (A bigger dosage is utilized to accelerate labor.).

Mallows (Malva neglecta, M. parviflora, M. Sylvestre) grow well in disregarded gardens and are remarkably deep-rooted. The flowers, leaves, stalks, seeds, and roots are abundant in sticky mucilage which is finest extracted by soaking the fresh plant in cold water overnight or longer or by making a medical vinegar.

 The starch is extraordinarily soothing internally (reducing sore throats, upset stomachs, heartburn, irritable bowel, colic, constipation, and gastrointestinal disorder) and externally (relieving bug bites, burns, sprains, and aching eyes). The leaves, flowers, and bark (especially) of the native Hohere (Hoheria populnea) are utilized in precisely the same way by Maori herbalists.

Plantain, likewise called ribwort, pig's ear, and the bandaid plant is a typical weed of yards, driveways, parks, and playgrounds. Determine it by the 5 parallel veins running the length of each leaf. You may discover broadleaf plantain (Plantago significant) with broad leaves or narrow leaf plantain (Plantago lanceolata) with lance-thin leaves. 

Either can be utilized to make a recovery poultice or a relaxing oil commonly considered as one of the very best injury therapists around. Not only does plantain boost the speed of healing, it likewise eases pain, stops bleeding, draws out foreign matter, stops itching, avoids and stops allergic reactions from bee stings, kills germs, and minimizes swelling.

Attempt a plaster or a generous application of plantain oil or lotion (made by thickening the oil with beeswax) on sprains, cuts, insect bites, rashes, chafed skin, boils, swellings, chapped and cracked lips, rough or sore hands, infant's diaper location, and burns.

To make a fresh plantain poultice: Pick a leaf, chew it well and put it on the boo-boo. "Like magic" the pain, itching, and swelling vanish, fast! (Yes, you can dry plantain leaves and carry them in your first aid kit. Chew like you would fresh leaves.).

To make plantain ointment: Pick large fresh plantain leaves. Slice coarsely. Fill a clean, dry, glass jar with the chopped leaves. Put pure olive oil into the leaves, poking about with a chopstick until the container is completely full of oil and all air bubbles are released. 

Cap well. Place container in a little bowl to gather any overflow. Wait 6 weeks. Then stress oil out of the plant product, squeezing well. Measure the oil. Heat it gently, including one tablespoon of grated beeswax for each liquid ounce of oil. Pour into jars and permit to cool.

St. Joan's/ John's wort (Hypericum perforatum) This stunning perennial wildflower might be disliked by sheep farmers but herbalists love it. The flowering tops are collected after they begin to bloom (generally on Solstice, June 21) and prepared with alcohol, and with oil, to make two of the most beneficial remedies in my first-aid package. 

Tincture of St. Joan's wort not just lends one a warm disposition, it dependably alleviates muscle aches, is an effective anti-viral and is my first-choice treatment for those with shingles, sciatica, back pain, neuralgia, and headaches consisting of migraines. The usual dose is 1 dropperful (1 ml) as frequently as needed. 

In extreme pain from a muscle spasm in my thigh, I utilized a dropperful every twenty minutes for two hours, or until the pain totally subsided. St. Joan's wort oil stops cold sores in their tracks and can even eliminate herpes signs. I utilize it as a sunblock. Contrary to common belief, St. Joan's wort does not cause sun level of sensitivity; it avoids it. It even prevents burns from radiation treatment. Eases sore muscles, too.

Self-recover (Prunella vulgaris) This odorless perennial mint is one of the great unsung therapists in the world. The leaves and flowers contain more antioxidants - which prevent cancer and heart problem, among other healthy traits - than any other plant checked. And as part of the mint family, self-recover is imbued with great deals of minerals, especially calcium, making it an especially essential ally for pregnant, nursing, menopausal, and post-menopausal females.

 I put self recover leaves in salads in the spring and fall, make a medicinal vinegar with the flowers throughout the summer, and prepare the flowering tops (fresh or dried) in winter soups.

Usnea (Usnea barbata) is that many-stranded grey lichen hanging out of the branches of your apple trees or the Monterey pines planted in the plantation over there or in almost any native tree in areas of the South Island Alps, where it is referred to as angiangi to the Maori. If in doubt of your recognition: 

Pull a hair gently apart with your hands, searching for a white fiber inside the fuzzy grey-green external coat. To prepare usnea, harvest at any time of the year, taking care not to take too much. Usnea grows gradually. Put your harvest in a cooking pan and just cover it with cold water. Boil for about 15-25 minutes, or until the water is orange and minimized by at least half. Put usnea and water into a container, filling it to the top with plant material. 

(Water should disappear than half of the container.) Include the greatest proof of alcohol you can buy. After 6 weeks this tincture is ready to work for you as an outstanding antibacterial, countering infection throughout the body. Dosage is a dropperful (1 ml) as regularly as every two hours in intense circumstances.

Yarrow (Achellia millefolium) This beautiful perennial weed is grown in numerous herb gardens for it has a wide variety of uses. Cut the flowering tops (use just white-flowering yarrow) and use your alcohol to make a strongly-scented cast that you can take internally to prevent colds and influenza. (A dose is 10-20 drops of up to 1 ml).

 I bring a little spray bottle of yarrow tincture with me when I'm outdoors and wet my skin every hour approximately. A United States Army study showed yarrow tincture to be more effective than DEET at fending off ticks, mosquitoes, and sand flies. You can likewise make a healing lotion with yarrow flower tops and your oil or fat. Yarrow oil is antibacterial, pain-relieving, and incredibly valuable in healing all types of injuries.

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