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Cannabis is literally one of the safest therapeutically active substances known to man. It is a Schedule I drug, which puts it in the same category as Heroin, LSD, GHB, Ecstasy, MDMA, Mescaline and Psilocybin (mushroom). Schedule 1 drugs are said to have no medical use. So why have almost half the states passed law that makes it legal for medical patients? Because it does have medical uses and I will prove that.

Emerging Scientific Research Supports Medical Marijuana for Crohn’s and Ulcerative Colitis Treatment.

Marijuana Helps Crohn’s Disease, Ulcerative Colitis

Marijuana for Crohn's disease, ulcerative colitis
Crohn’s disease and ulcerative colitis, the two main types of inflammatory bowel disease (IBD), are a challenge to treat. Among the potential treatment options is marijuana, and several recent studies indicate that this unconventional option offers some significant benefits.

How we treat inflammatory bowel disease

The current treatment options for the more than 1.5 million Americans and millions more who suffer with inflammatory bowel disease include dietary measures (e.g., olive oil extract,vitamin Dprobiotics) and a variety of drugs. These treatments attempt to alleviate the diarrhea, rectal bleeding, fever, weight loss and abdominal pain and cramps associated with the disease.

The more common treatments for IBD include anti-inflammatory drugs, such as sulfasalazine, corticosteroids (which have significant side effects and are only suitable for short-term use), mesalamine (e.g., Apriso, Dipentum, Lialda), immune system suppressors (e.g., azathioprine, cyclosporine, infliximab, adalimumab, certolizumab, methotrexate), which can have significant side effects, and antibiotics, which are of questionable benefit. Beyond these drugs are others that can address specific symptoms such as diarrhea, constipation, or pain, or address nutritional deficiencies (e.g., iron, calcium, vitamin B12). Surgery is a last resort.

Inflammatory bowel disease can be life-threatening and thus deserves focused attention. Ulcerative colitis typically affects only the large intestine (colon) and rectum and usually develops gradually over time. Crohn’s disease can occur anywhere along the intestinal tract and can infiltrate the tissues.

Studies of marijuana and IBD
review of investigations into the use of cannabis for inflammatory bowel disease reveals that its use “in the clinical therapy has been strongly limited by their psychotropic effects.” The authors of this recent Italian study, however, point out that cannabidiol (a non-psychoactive and healthful ingredient in marijuana), “is a very promising compound” because it does not have any psychotropic effects, and that it is a “potential candidate for the development of a new class of anti-IBD drugs.”

A 2012 study published in Digestion noted that people who had had IBD for a long time responded favorably to marijuana, experiencing an increase in appetite, weight gain, better social functioning, improved ability to work, and an improvement in depression and pain after three months of treatment with inhaled cannabis. Earlier studies have also indicated positive effects.

For example, an Israeli study was the first to show that use of marijuana in people with Crohn’s disease could provide a positive result. Twenty-one of the 30 patients in the study experienced significantly improvement after using marijuana, and the need for drugs was significantly reduced as well.

In yet another study, Canadian researchers evaluated 100 people with ulcerative colitis and 191 with Crohn’s disease and their use of marijuana. The investigators found a significant level of marijuana use among people with ulcerative colitis and Crohn’s disease (about 50% in each group). People who had a history of surgery for IBD were more likely to use marijuana (60%) than were those who had not undergone surgery (32%).

The bottom line appears to be that use of marijuana among people who have inflammatory bowel disease may be beneficial. If you have ulcerative colitis or Crohn’s disease, you should ask your healthcare provider or another healthcare professional about the possibility of using marijuana for symptom relief.

Esposito G et al. Cannabidiol in inflammatory bowel disease: a brief overview. Phytotherapy Research 2012 July; doi:10.1002/ptr.4781
Lahat A et al. Impact of cannabis treatment on the quality of life, weight and clinical disease activity in inflammatory bowel disease patients: a pilot prospective study. Digestion 2012; 85(1): 1-8
Lal S et al. Cannabis use amongst patients with inflammatory bowel disease. European Journal of Gastroenterology and Hepatology 2011 Oct; 23(10): 891-96
Naftali T et al. Treatment of Crohn’s disease with cannabis: an observational study. Israel Medical Association Journal 2011 Aug; 1(8): 455-58

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Original article at: http://www.emaxhealth.com/1275/marijuana-helps-crohns-disease-ulcerative-colitis

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Update on Laney’s Battles! Petition at end of article friends!

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Update on Laney’s Battles!
Laney and her Yorkie, Kia. These two are inseparable. Kia might as well have Crohn's disease as she spends hours everyday in the bathroom with Laney!
Laney and her Yorkie, Kia. These two are inseparable. Kia might as well have Crohn’s disease as she spends hours everyday in the bathroom with Laney!

Please, if you are a parent, please sign this petition. Marijuana is a diverse plant with MANY beneficial properties. My daughter is taking a dangerous chemo drug for her Crohn’s Disease. She is only 7. It will leave her sterile and further injure her liver. Please help her. Please help ALL Kansans with Chronic Illness and Pain without voices. Please sign this all important, historic petition. Stand and scream! Make your voices so loud that the House and Senate WILL HAVE TO LISTEN TO US!

Part 2 of her story is here: Laney’s Story of Living with Crohn’s Disease.

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Marijuana Put My Crohn’s Disease Into Remission and It’s Not A Joke! A story of truth and inspiration!

Marijuana Put My Crohn’s Disease Into Remission and It’s Not A Joke

Marijuana Put My Crohn’s Disease Into Remission and It’s Not A Joke

Marijuana Put My Crohn’s Disease Into Remission and It’s Not A Joke

I usually do not want to talk about having Crohn’s Disease. It is just a reality I have lived with for nine years, but never exactly dinner table discussion or an amusing anecdote shared with friends over drinks. It has been not just a major inconvenience in my life; it has altered its course significantly. The subject is emotionally difficult to explain. It’s personal. For lack of a better word, unpleasant.

I feel compelled to share now, although I don’t really want to, because a new study has proven smoked marijuana has a near 100% success rate in putting Crohn’s Disease into remission. I am sick of everyone making jokes about my involvement in the marijuana legalization movement; I’m sick of having to stay quiet about what I do around family or in public for fear or upsetting someone’s delicate sensibilities about “drugs” like marijuana. Let me tell you a thing or two about drugs, marijuana and Crohn’s Disease. It’s not a joke and it is not about “getting high” for me.

It is difficult to explain to people what Crohn’s is, because it involves the digestive system and people like to just think it is IBS. It is not IBS. It’s especially hard to explain because the causes are unknown; it is a chronic illness that was only given a name in 1932.

Genetic factors can signal its onset, but I had no such forewarning. My mom was adopted in the 1960s, when laws pertaining to adoption allowed all records, including medical, to remain locked—even fifty years after the laws have changed. Some digging produced some vague birth records showing a great-grandmother and some other distant biological relatives who died of their intestines exploding inside of them. My doctors urged me to find family members who had the illness so they could try to find patterns. We found my biological grandmother in Pennsylvania, but she wanted nothing to do with either me or my family and refused to provide any medical records.

I began fasting in middle school, but I didn’t start seriously starving myself to the point of illness until my sophomore year of high school. Not the point of this article, so I am not going in depth. Some people believe malnutrition can be a trigger for those who carry the gene. I think so, too. By my senior year I was in such terrible pain I would double over crying at night, unable to sleep. A nutritionist my doctor sent me to said it was my vegetarian diet and I needed more protein. I started puking everything I ate. The starving became involuntary.

The day I graduated high school all the other kids were lined up ready to process into the auditorium and talking about their college plans, I was sitting against a wall trying to regain my composure to get up and walk across the stage with everyone else, biting on my own hand to get through the pain so hard I broke skin. That summer before college was pretty miserable. I was in and out of doctors’ offices while trying to make plans to move over 300 miles away for college.

I was diagnosed with Crohn’s disease three days before I moved into the dorms at San Francisco State. I spent much of my first semester in my dorm bed under mounds of blankets with the heat blasting because I couldn’t eat food and I just never could get warm. As it turned out, I had a blockage in my large intestine that had caused inflammation, which in turn shut my whole body down.

I was desperately trying to maintain a normal social life just after moving to a brand new place and without friends. That November before going to a dinner party a co-worker was throwing, I decided to shower and get ready in our shared hall bathrooms. I got in the shower and shivered so hard I couldn’t stop shaking. I kept turning the knob higher and higher until my skin was lobster red and near blistering. Though I had begun to burn my skin, I couldn’t feel it. I reluctantly got out of the shower and moved into a stall to put my clothes on. As I zipped up the back of my dress I started to get dizzy. I clutched a wall for a moment, telling myself to keep it together, before I collapsed on the concrete floor.

A couple of minutes later a girl from down the hall found me on the floor, lifted me up and walked me back to my room. The first thing I said was “don’t tell my mom, I have a party to go to tonight…” before passing out in the bed again. Thankfully, she and my roommate ignored my suggestion and found my mom’s number in my cell. She told them to take me to the hospital immediately.

When I got there, the doctor was ready to do emergency surgery to remove the blockage.  I stubbornly pleaded with the doctors to find another way – after all, I had this crazy idea I was going to complete my Bachelor’s Degree in only three years and it was late in the semester to be dropping my classes for a surgery. The surgeons kept a tube snaked through my nose and esophagus to my stomach for two days while it drained the bile built up behind the blockage to the point of turning toxic. The buildup had triggered anemia, which in turn caused the coldness and fainting.

Luckily, the doctor who treated me knew a specialist and major researcher in the field at UCSF, a world-renowned medical research school.

The specialist removed the tube, allowing me to speak aloud for the first time in days (until then I had been communicating via slips of paper I handed my mom, littered with obscenities directed towards the nurses and other doctors). We agreed to do the surgery over spring break in March as long as I promised to take the prescribed medications and my condition didn’t worsen.

I started taking a lot of pills. I was always the youngest person by at least 40 years in my local pharmacy. One of the pills, Asacol, I seemed to be taking all day with no perceived benefit. The one that stood out the worst for me though—Prednisone. Prednisone is a steroid used to reduce inflammation and is typically prescribed to people suffering with arthritis. It caused me to gain 10 pounds of water weight almost immediately. When I stood up to walk to class I would have sloshly ankles within minutes, so I started taking a shuttle to the other end of campus when I became unable to make the walk. My otherwise clear skin broke out in a bad way. I had mood swings; any little thing would set me off crying or picking fights. I remember one particularly depressing Friday night when the dorms were abuzz with partiers and I was watching Oprah with my feet propped up and crying into a carton of strawberry ice cream like a pregnant woman.

I made it to March, miserably, and then I went in for surgery. Because I was only 18-years-old they wanted to do what they could to not to scar up my body too much, so they did the surgery laparoscopically (with lasers) and pulled the damaged part of my intestine out through my belly button and glued it back together. While this procedure avoided any major scarring, to this day my skin’s misalignment becomes apparent when I gain and lose weight, which I do constantly because… I have Crohn’s Disease.

I came out of the surgery a little angry. A nurse commented to me that the surgery was more painful than childbirth so it should be a breeze when I start popping them out. Why the hell would an 18-year-old who just had their body torn open even give a fuck about childbirth?! I think it was her way of telling me it was okay that I was constantly tapping at the morphine drip button they put in my hand. I was using it to put myself to sleep. I was even angrier when they started telling me about all the meds they wanted to give me and when they told me that I had an 80% chance of having to do this again in two years, and AGAIN two years after that until I would eventually have to carry a bag because I didn’t have enough intestine left. Fucking gross, I wasn’t going to accept it. The doctors painted a very bleak and expensive picture of my future, right when it was just getting started.

“The doctors painted a very bleak and expensive picture of my future, right when it was just getting started.”

I had smoked marijuana regularly in high school, Proposition 215 had already passed but there were no medical marijuana clubs in my conservative, rural, part of California. We still had to buy our marijuana from shady street dealers. I felt so cool and so terrified at the same time going to buy marijuana with a friend the very first time. I think the guy we bought it from was part of a local gang.

Moving to San Francisco and seeing the dispensary and medical card ads in the back of the free weeklies was a revelation. I was nervous about getting a medical marijuana recommendation because of the rumors I heard about government watch lists. But I knew I  didn’t want to take any more of those pills, the effects of the pills were worse than the actual Crohn’s both mentally and physically.

I also had classmates at Journalism school chastise me for wanting to write about medical marijuana, like it was some funny joke. I stopped telling people about it unless they were already “in the know.”

My first “pot doctor” put me at ease immediately. He started telling me how I should use it for my Crohn’s Disease, how it would help me stop the pills and actually feel better. He made me feel normal, comfortable. I got to ask him all the questions my traditional doctors wouldn’t answer and he answered honestly. He said there needed to be more studies, but from what he was seeing with other people like me, marijuana was working. I asked my doctor at UCSF about it on the next visit, she briefly said she had heard encouraging things but she couldn’t recommend marijuana to me. Politics, you understand.

Over the years I researched holistic medicine and integrated that into my daily routine. I also smoked a lot of pot. I would be lying if I said I only smoked pot to ease the pain. Sometimes I smoke pot because I like it. Sometimes my brain is just as sick as my body and it feels good to do something to help myself instead of relying on everyone else.

“I would be lying if I said I only smoked pot to ease the pain. Sometimes I smoke pot because I like it, sometimes my brain is just as sick as my body and it feels good to do something to help myself instead of relying on everyone else.”

This March marked eight years since my surgery and this August will mark nine since my diagnosis. I show no signs of needing surgery again in the foreseeable future. My health is one hundred percent attributable to my decision to ignore everyone’s discouragement years ago and replace all those drugs with marijuana.

Besides the occasional Crohn’s complication (it is an autoimmune disease so I get all kinds of bizarre symptoms through germs I come in contact with, everything from the common cold to shingles and inflamed eyes), I am healthy and have been able to live an otherwise normal life because of my choice.

Like I said, this is a story I have never wanted to tell, but one I now think is important to share. People still go to jail for marijuana. All across the country military-style SWAT raids are conducted on peaceful people because of marijuana. I bet at your dinner table with your “straight” friends and family you still won’t talk about it because they don’t want to hear it or you are afraid of getting busted. Weed isn’t just hippies, nag champa and reggae music. It’s how people like me—your friend, a person you may have met casually, your family, your coworker, your teenage daughter buying pot from a drug dealer—get through life, which is after all, what we are all really trying to do, right?

If you found this story inspiring or, just enough to change your mind for chronically ill patients to have a choice about their treatment, please sign the petition below!

Please sign the petition.

Please sign the Cannabis Compassion and Care petition. The link is directly below.

To sign the Cannabis Compassion and Care Petition allowing Safe, Legal Access to Americans, CLICK HERE.

Original article from: http://www.ladybud.com/2013/05/15/marijuana-put-my-crohns-disease-into-remission-and-its-not-a-joke/

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Laney the Crohn’s Warrior: Part 2. Please also SIGN the PETITION for Laney and for all chronically ill Kansans! Please, this Father begs you…written by Emery Myers

Laney TaeKwonDo Champion Second Chrons Warrior First
Crohn’s Disease Warrior First!!!         Laney is a Brown-Belt Taekwondo champion second!
Part 2 of Laney’s life and Crohn’s Disease. The story of a true champion. The story of Laney! Laney, the Crohn’s Warrior.
Warrior I Will Stay Strong I Will Fight I Will Win
Laney is presently bleeding inside. She bleeds through damaged areas in her large intestine. She is not in remission now, even though she takes Azothiaprine, 100miligrams per day. She is fighting… fighting pain, fatigue, nausea, depression, anxiety, herself…at 7 years old! No 7-year-old should have to be subjected to this but Laney doesn’t think this way. She is positive and optimistic on the outside but I know she is terrified on the inside! She is just TOO TOUGH to let anyone smell the fear, the pain, deep inside her tiny, damaged tummy.
Azothiaprine DESTROYS Laney’s immune system. Why, you may ask does she take the drug then? It is the lesser of 2 evils at this time. Azothiaprine puts her immune system in a “head-lock”, if you will, preventing her tummy from being attacked, in specific, her gastrointestinal system.
The problem is, it is a very TOXIC chemical, continually damaging  her small master organ, her liver! Presently, Laney has lab drawn weekly to make sure her liver is tolerating the DRUG…the FDA approved Killer Drug. If this drug continues to cause problems, then Laney will be faced with intravenous chemotherapy, which increases her chances of various cancers to 11%! She is only 7…
Crohn’s is the WORST auto-immune disease affecting the entire GI tract from the mouth to the anus. Crohn’s Disease causes many severe problems in the GI tract and can attack anywhere along the GI tract.
FOR more Crohn’s Information click HERE.
Despite Laney losing 3 pounds in the last two weeks, which took her 6 months to gain, she recently earned her Brown Belt in Traditional #TaeKwonDo
This is one “Belt” below Black Belt!
She tested in front of the Grand Master, Sun-Yi and performed as if she were a “healthy” 7-year-old…but she is not. Her large intestine, swollen, oozing mucus and scarlet-red, life-giving blood, her large intestine was causing her SEVERE pain. Severe pain, hidden, while she methodically and gracefully worked through her perfected TaeKwonDo forms, alongside her big brother, Landon!
Landon and Laney Brown Belts
Landon snaps a quick punch in the background, while Laney strikes the enemy in the foreground! Landon and Laney are “thick as thieves” they are! Landon is the same rank in TaeKwonDo as the mighty, little Laney. The difference is Landon is a couple of years older than Laney and he is a very healthy boy!
   Laney completely hid the pain during Taekwondo Testing. The constant aching and stabbing sensations in the lower abdomen was a perpetual reminder she can’t ever escape from Crohn’s Disease.
The bloated belly feels full and urgent, constantly, but you wouldn’t know if you looked at Laney performing her “Forms” perfectly. Sparring like she has the spirit of a Lioness in her…I think she does!
"Spirit of a Lioness" by Simbamarasa, reminds me of Laney's inner spirit...Laney is a Lioness! Brave, Powerful, Intelligent and a FIGHTER...A WARRIOR!
“Spirit of a Lioness” by Simbamarasa, reminds me of Laney’s inner spirit…Laney is a  Young Lioness! Brave, Powerful, Intelligent and a FIGHTER…A WARRIOR!
Laney is NOT responding well, at all, to the drug Azothiaprine. She has elevations in her liver enzymes, 5 times the normal level, which indicates moderate to severe liver damage. She was reduced on her Azothiaprine dosage, and 1 month later, her Crohn’s is out of remission…BACK with a vengeance, attacking our perfect, kind, beautiful, and intelligent       “Laney-Bug”!
Laney and her big-brother Landon, holding their Brown Belt Certifications. She smiles and on the inside, she is screaming!
Laney and her big-brother Landon, holding their Brown Belt Certifications. She smiles and on the inside, she is screaming! Nobody understands her pain and fatigue truly, but her. She hides this gargantuan part of her life, to protect her family, her mother and father, from the worry!
Information on alternative, natural medication to treat Crohn’s Disease right here! Click Here
I am Laney’s father. I am also a Registered Nurse, with years of higher education. Proudly, I am also a father of 4 total kids, and a grandfather of 1, beautiful, baby girl!
I suffer from insulin dependent diabetes and diabetic neuropathy in my feet, fingers, and legs mostly. Pain medication prescribed by my doc, does not work and has awful side effects. It is the only choice I have living in Kansas. I am a law abiding citizen. I don’t break the law! So, I have to continue using the BIG Pharmacy medications, endorsed by our far right wing republicans in Kansas!
Kansas is ultra-conservative. So conservative that the state is voting on bills that would legalize discrimination against the LGBT community and… Kansas is voting on a bill to SPANK kids in school until their bottoms are red right now!
Kansas has put the Cannabis Compassion and Care Act in the trash can for the past several years. The chronically ill HAVE to and Need to get this bill passed NOW! HB2198 and SB9!
Kansas has put the Cannabis Compassion and Care Act in the trash can for the past several years. The chronically ill HAVE to, and Need to, get this bill passed NOW! HB2198 and SB9! The above picture gives the potential medical marijuana patients, little hope for a more empathetic and intelligent, dare I say, scientific, Kansas House and Kansas Senate. The Kansas Government is led by Christian Extremest, Governor Sam Brownback!
The bill, HB 2198 and SB9, were introduced several years ago, the bill is the Cannabis Compassion and Care Act. If passed, patients such as Laney, could have LEGAL ACCESS to specific strains of medical marijuana.
The strains have very little THC, the psychoactive component, but high amounts of cannabinoids or CBDs. The CBDs are responsible for halting Crohn’s disease and inducing remission… complete remission!
Dr. Sanjay Gupta Explains best in this incredible documentary on the benefits, the miracle of natural plant therapy…Marijuana! The good Doctor explains why he reversed his opinion on Medical Marijuana!

Please help. Please stand up and fight with this Kansas Dad! This disabled Marine Veteran of Desert Storm, This Kansas father and grandfather… Please, for all of us. This isn’t about you and I…it’s about them…the silent majority that either can’t speak out, or are too afraid.
The disabled, the care givers, the military, anyone that could benefit from treatment, treatment with marijuana! 20 other states have enacted medical marijuana laws and 2 states have legalized it completely!
Kansas Government either won’t give Kansans freedom and choice, or will just keep doing the status-quo,                                 the “same-ol-same-ol-good-ol-boy-” political routine, which the Kansas House and Senate have practiced for the last 40 years, since President Nixon!!!
I am NOT a CROOK! Richard Nixon famous last words!
I am NOT a CROOK! Richard Nixon famous last words!

Please sign this petition. Don’t do it for you…Sign it for those Kansans that need the choice to use a safe, effective plant instead of deadly narcotics, pushed by Big Pharmacy and the FDA!

Click HERE to sign the petition and FORCE the terribly antiquated and hyper-conservative government to read this BILL HB2198 and SB9! The voiceless need your help and compassion. Even if you don’t agree, share this so everyone can have a choice, for themselves, for Laney, for FREEDOM!
written by Emery Myers, proudly known as “Laney’s Dad”

Cannablogna’s Top 5 “BoB” Videos of ALL TIME! Approved by Chuck Norris!

Cannablogna’s Top 5 “BoB” Videos of ALL TIME! Approved by Chuck Norris!.

Cannablogna's Top 5

via Cannablogna’s Top 5 “BoB” Videos of ALL TIME! Approved by Chuck Norris!.


Cannablogna’s Top 5 “BoB” Videos of ALL TIME! Approved by Chuck Norris!

1. Bob Marley of course! ~One Love~ Bob Marley

2. Bobby McFerrin, makes me HaPpY at number 2!                                         ~Don’t Worry Be Happy~ Bobby McFerrin

3. BoB Dylan is the shiz at NUMBER 3!                                                   ~Knockin On Heaven’s Door~ BoB Dylan

4. Bob Seger IS Number 4! He’s No Chuck Norris but he is one of the top 5 “BOBs” of ALL TIME! ~Turn the Page~ Bob Seger

5. Chuck Norris! No, HE’s NOT a “BoB” but…                                                He’s Mother-Flippin Chuck Norris!

There ya have it! I hope you enjoyed!

Emery Myers


Beautiful Butterfly for now...

The Ecological State of Butterflies in High Definition! HD Life!

A Monarch floating on a natural canvas.
Oval Blues:Perfect Hues of Blues…Shades completely  impossible to recreate by  man! Just as the Monarch that floats on the Unique, Hues of Oval  Blues!

Beauty is everywhere and nowhere, depending if our eyes are closed to the world, or wide-open, focused on our Planet! Our eyes are evolving to see only LCD screens! Real HD is simply, observing nature with your own two specially evolved eye balls!

Most of us walk around, blind to the specks of brilliance, all over our little worlds. Fluorescent lighting and computer screens have desensitized our visual acuity! We take for granted, which evolution and survival gave us… The most beautiful organs, the windows to the human psyche, the perfect, stunning human eyes! We think our natural world will always be there…BUT…at present, climate change and deforestation of the South American Rain-forests threaten many species and have already eradicated many other species!

Glasswing Butterfly image from google images
The increasingly endangered Glasswing Butterfly. Soon this beautiful insect will be gone…for good, due to changing climates and deforestation coupled with increasing green house gasses.

Just because we can’t see South America and the Amazon from here, doesn’t mean we aren’t responsible. Sarah Palin may be able to see Russia from her house, but we can’t see the destruction and damage we are causing, to the whole planet, with our wasteful, ignorant, antiquated ways of manufacturing practices and our disregard for what top scientists have proven! How many more species will become extinct before we do? Science offers hope, if we start embracing science instead of war and religion. Religion and war do not mix with science and human advancement. We have recorded evidence of history repeating itself. Its time we listened to science and the experienced people in these scientific fields or we are going to lose more butterflies! Maybe after we lose US!

Beautiful Butterfly Perched on a Hemp Plant image from google images
Beautiful Butterfly Perched on a Hemp Plant. image from Google images

Here in America, we continue to eradicate nature, such as the Hemp plant this beautiful butterfly is perched on. Industrial Hemp has been legalized recently by our Federal Government but it still remains taboo to many people here in the U.S.A., which is traditionally, behind most other countries, even some third-world-countries! We can’t take care of our own, how are we going to preserve nature at its finest and most delicate?

Unknown Abstract Artist: Butterfly Angels artist unknown image courtesy google images
Unknown Abstract Artist: Butterfly Angels.~ artist unknown~ image courtesy Google images

Natures very definition is “the phenomena of the physical world collectively, including plants, animals, the landscape, and other features and products of the earth, as opposed to humans or human creations.” ~Websters Dictionary~.

To me, this definition infers that nature does NOT need us but we DO NEED NATURE! I mean, really how much science do we need to prove this titanium fact? Do human-beings really need to see the outcome of the current trauma? Humans are raping the planet! I don’t need an evolutionary biologist like Richard Dawkins to explain this simple concept…none of us do, except for the far right-wing republicans AKA the “tea-party”. This party does not believe in “climate change” or “global warming”. That’s going to make our next butterfly extinct!

The Monarch Butterflies in Mexico During Migration image from google images
The Monarch Butterflies in Mexico During Migration. image from google images

“The report is based on a survey of Mexico‘s Monarch Butterfly Biosphere Reserve done in December 2013. The butterflies, which spend the winter hibernating in the reserve’s forest, occupied only 1.65 acres (0.6 hectare) in December 2013—a 44 percent drop from 2012, when theinsects covered 2.76 acres (1.12 hectares) of land. The survey was conducted by the WWF-Telcel Alliance and Mexico’s National Commission for Protected Areas.” ~National Geographic~

Rainforest Butterflies image courtesy of google images
Rainforest Butterflies. image courtesy of google images

These magnificent creatures are slowly disappearing…some not so slow. Scientific data already is proving that Monarch Migration is down 44%! Scientists report climate change is the main change but all of the pesticides, deforestation and greenhouse gasses are also dooming the Monarchs to extinction. Can you imagine a life without the Monarchs? I can’t. I’m a simple country boy, Monarchs always comforted me and I could count on the friendly little sprites to bring me luck and good fortune every year. I have noticed fewer and fewer every year! I had more hummingbirds this year than Monarchs in my garden!

Huge Butterfly in Malaysia image from google images
Huge Butterfly in Malaysia image from google images

How can we let this priceless, beautiful, biological artwork become extinct? We wouldn’t let our Constitution be destroyed. We wouldn’t let our Declaration of Independence bed destroyed. Why are we letting an evolutionary, biological piece of art like this rare butterfly, become extinct? I think it has to do with a hue…a hue of Green! Evil always has a good foundation in money! That’s how humans will become extinct someday too at the present rate we are going. Humans are too greedy and ignorant to evolve at this trajectory. Humans are doomed at the current destructive rate they are traveling at!

The Rainforest Butterfly by Photographer Rusyadi Aulianur image courtesy google images
The Rain forest Butterfly by Photographer Rusyadi Aulianur image courtesy Google images

Beauty is fleeting, we all know this. Natural Beauty like this can be preserved though, with a complete change in our habits and our consumption. Humans have all become “Consumers” in the civilized countries of the world. I say “civilized” but are we really? America itself, is a huge consumer of war and military people and equipment. It is what Eisenhower warned of “the military machine” that is the U.S. President Eisenhower was right again!

Money! Rich get Richer and the Poor, well you know… It’s the green, the greed, that are destroying our ecological balance! It is the usual politics and rich versus the poor.

Butterfly Red image from google images
Butterfly Red by ~unknown artist~  doesn’t exactly mean “butterfly” in an insect-kind-of-way…but it is still natural beauty, for the most part! courtesy GoogleImages.

This visual explosion of RED screams color! Eyeballs bulge and ears ring when processing this image! It is Bizarre and beautiful! Just like human-beings!

Angry yet graceful imagery. Slightly sensual but organic…natural and innocent in nature with a side of naughty! Butterfly Red!


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CEMETARIES! The top 9 Most Bizarre,Macbre and Beautiful Cemetaries in the World!

CEMETARIES! The top 9 Most Bizarre,Macbre and Beautiful Cemetaries in the World!.

via CEMETARIES! The top 9 Most Bizarre,Macbre and Beautiful Cemetaries in the World!.

Bob Marley was a peaceful activist. He was love, peace and beauty...a genius emotionally... Happy Birthday Bob Marley!

Bob Marley was born today in 1945! One Love Bob Marley!

Bob Marley was born today in 1945! One Love Bob Marley! Happy Birthday to an icon, gone…but never forgotten!

Bob Marley was born on February 6, 1945 in Nine Mile, Jamaica.

Bob Marley was a peaceful activist. He was love, peace and beauty...a genius emotionally... Happy Birthday Bob Marley!
Bob Marley was a peaceful activist. He was love, peace and beauty…a genius emotionally… Happy Birthday Bob Marley!
Famous Macabre Paintings: Solitude by Petera

Inappropriately Unseemly, Yet Insanely Creative! Outlandish Images! warning some short, obscure poetry

Red Macabre
“Red Macabre” artist unknown. Sadistic and bizarre. image from google images.

Stinging…that was the immediate response, then came a bit of shock…not the kind of shock you die from, but the kind that shatters your heart. Weird thing is…I kinda liked it. Is that wrong? I felt ashamed of myself as the adrenaline coursed through my veins. I felt I didn’t deserve it, but I wanted it again…shame, doubt or am I perverse? Maybe I am a victim? Who would I tell? Because I still kinda liked the sting…that reminded me I was fully aware and alive.

Twisted Calcium, which once angered a Great Red Wood Tree... Mr. Twisted Calcium now spends time, for eternity, as fossilized tree roots!
Twisted Calcium, which once angered a Great, wise,  Red Wood Tree… Mr. Twisted Calcium now spends time, for eternity, as fossilized tree roots!

Twisted in agony I am. Depressed, alone, darkness. Cast, no really, cast in this immobile image. Once I walked amongst other human-beings. Now, am I, am I in Hell? I see nothing but blank stares, looking through me, or what used to be me. I scream, but everyone is deaf. They wander, in pain, looking for an exit. But there is none!

Atonement was the decision...When asked if we considered reconciliation? Of course, atonement was our answer. Google it!
Atonement was the decision…When asked if we considered reconciliation? Of course, atonement was our answer. Google it!

Hello, our name is Death…and we are here for your soul today.           We already know you weren’t expecting us. Coupled together, we are. 2 human shells… spliced, stitched, plumbed and wired as a single unit, and today, my friend, is your day. Tears won’t stop it. Prayer won’t stop it. It’s too late slave. We own you now. Our home is your emptiness.

My Macabre is like your Ipod. My sadness is like your American Idol. I wait for death.
My Macabre is like your Ipod. My sadness is like your American Idol. I wait for death.

The strings sing my sadness in tones no human voice can reach. I am waiting for death. I wait, sadly and quietly, with seconds of nothingness amongst hours of sheer panic. I wonder to myself “is this life?” I never get an answer. I never hear a voice telling me what to do. I pray at times, but fall asleep before I get to the “amen” part. Prayer is like counting sheep backwards for me I guess.

~Grunge~ by artist ShicelseDice.
~Grunge~ by artist ShicelseDice.

The apparatus had a firm grip on my torso, squeezing ever so slightly. Slightly but consistently constantly. The girl across the way was already dead. Her bodily juices running down the machines mechanical, clawed hand and smacking the floor louder than machine-gun fire! Her body was slowly turning ash colored as her life blood ran down the industrial killing machine’s hand. No matter how hard the apparatus squeezed the life out of us, it was never enough for the entity that once protected us. Rich in the Billions and Politicians were exempt…under their health care plans!

Warning: Technology overload can be fatal.  image from wwwacuityorgcom
Warning: Technology overload can be fatal.
image from wwwacuityorgcom

Lost Gigs, floating in a cloud, around my dismantled mind. Untied, untangled and set free…gone forever. Now, I am considered insane. I am not Insane alone. I am CreAtivelY INSANE.

Dark Broken Heart a personal favorite of mine

A picture is worth a thousand words, sometimes more. She was so sad, I could only compare it to the sadness of someone who has lost a partner in life. I didn’t know what to say…I stuttered and stammered. I asked her if she was okay finally, after I ate some mushrooms. I don’t remember what happened next. Now I am broken-hearted.

This is the Morbid One. The One that used to be but is no more. The one that is always in the shadows, stalking, coniving, spying, creeping...but never seen, until...
This is the Morbid One. The One that used to be but is no more. The one that is always in the shadows, stalking, conniving, spying, creeping…but never seen, until…

Until I found my own identity. I let the Morbid One rob me of who I was for so many years. Now I know. The Morbid One was part of me. I had to exorcise that piece of me that was defeating me! I won.

What Have I Done?
I am sightless and voiceless…am I in America? image from google images

American. Freedom.Democratic.Founded. ON Slavery and death. Death of Americans already living here! The Rich have gotten richer, and more elite, if possible. The poor have moved into poverty-stricken and the middle class is poor! But…But…the Rich have gotten Richer! The margin is growing wider, too wide to be bridged anymore! Republicans scream socialism at the left while capitalism is at an all time HIGH! Wow! Why bother. Big Brother wants our eyes gouged out and mouth sewn shut. The girl above is THE perfect American according to recent people polls!

Zombies are coming, the walking dead, coming for all of us. Heaven and Hell are full and the dead are walking the earth! Zombie Apocalypse!
Zombies are coming, the walking dead, coming for all of us. Heaven and Hell are full and the dead are walking the earth! Zombie Apocalypse!

According to movies and maybe in the Bible, the dead will be judged before God at the End of Times. Man, it sucks if you have been dead for awhile…what kind of afterlife would it be if you were half-rotten? What if you were only a Femur? The rest was gone? You are screwed! Right? What if you were just a pelvis? That wouldn’t be much of an after-life, even if you were on a Gold Street!

Written By Emery Myers