Posts by Kyle Nelson2

What about stem cell therapy?

William Vaughn14 said:just ask yourselves: DO YOU ACTUALLY KNOW WHAT'S IN THESE VACCINES?

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Back in 1979, they added the mercury-containing MMR to the schedule. Then in 1988, it was the mercury-containing HIB vaccine. Mercury-containing hepatitis b for newborns was added in The early 1990 ’ S. Children receive All Thes vaccines, plus mercury-containing DTP, in three to four toxic doses during those first eighteen months of their lives when they're most vulnerable—and usually, they get them all at once, just multiple mercury-heavy shots on the exact same day.

you really need to back up those claims when talking to the CDC, since they produce vaccines too, but here in America...

I don't think they're worth a damn, honestly.
just go get a proper exam from a dermatologist.

take, I don't know, Mayo Clinic...
you'll probably be waiting a while and end up paying like 300-$133

Just get yourself to the gym and start doing some cardio... every single day...
and I guess after maybe a month at most, you'll start feeling a whole lot better.

Honestly, it’s better this way...
I mean, I guess it’s better to just have it end like this than to let her suffer through some long, drawn-out agony..

When it comes to money, they say, 'it doesn't matter how small the house is, as long as the people inside are crazy about each other.'
So, I guess even if you're stuck living in a tiny studio apartment, if you actually get along, things will be fine, and every day feels great.

Though, if you ask me...
If he's withholding sex just because she had some kind of blowout fight with her mom...
Man, next time he's getting close, just tell him to go spend the night at his mother's house instead...

Nathan Ramirez2 said:Here I am! And this one is going to be even longer. I have way too much to get off my chest.
First off: it’s not like I didn't see it coming—I was with him for five years, after all. I wasn't clueless; I actually had a great relationship with his mother. We used to talk about everything, and honestly, I thought she was wonderful. But once I found out I was pregnant and told them, everything just flipped. The real turning point? It was when we were just chatting casually about how I’d prep meals the day before I head to work, and if he’s stuck at the office, it wouldn't be an issue for him to just turn the stove knob and boil some potatoes... and she hits me with, "Well, he won't be hungry." Then there was the other moment, just days before the wedding, when I was out doing the shopping for our new house. He was in Washington, D.C. with her for work, and they bumped into each other at a Whole Foods. She just absolutely shredded me right there—asking why on earth I’d be cooking everything just for him, and what about *them* (her son and sister)? Where would they eat?! It finally clicked for me then, but because I’m so stubborn, I thought, "Fine, I’ll figure it out." Basically, she had a total meltdown when I mentioned we’d gradually start living more independently, but I had the meltdown when she asked what I was planning to cook for him and me! (I mean, obviously, since that’s how I’ve lived for 25 years!) So, she flipped the script—because things weren't going her way and she saw I was looking at life differently, she played the guilt card, making him feel bad about "separating" from her when they work together. My parents lived in a separate house on the same property, you know? They ate separately, cooked separately, did laundry separately... even when my grandma stayed with us, she’d come over regularly and we'd watch TV together, but we rarely ate as one big group, and they never meddled. They had a great relationship.
Second: The father-in-law. Truth is, he was never really interested in her. Just to give you context, they spent the first year living in Washington, D.C., and then moved into his parents' house and started adding onto it. She wanted to establish their own space her whole life, but she couldn't get him to budge, mostly because her husband was so tied to his mother. He was always out, never home, treated her terribly, and—truth be told—he got overly attached to the baby during a really difficult labor. He didn't know half of what she was saying or doing to me, but I finally laid it all out for him recently. He wasn't happy about it at all. He said from now on, he's "between us two" instead of just being my husband's, and since then, things have been slightly better. Before this, I had totally isolated her—I wouldn't answer her questions, I barely spoke to her outside of necessary stuff, and it hurt her because she just wanted to "be good with me."
Third: Sex. There isn't any. He’s using it to punish me for my relationship with his mother. I used to think I was the only one who felt this way, but now I know I'm right.
Fourth: He absolutely dotes on my little girl. I can't say she's totally submissive to my wishes; I give her instructions and she follows them, but she has this desire to protect her when I go to work, which is something I simply won't tolerate. I want her in daycare, and that’s what my husband and I agreed upon. Everyone tells me this is the major turning point in my life—that if I cave here, I might as well just swallow whatever she cooks and accept it all. And they are absolutely right.
Fifth: If I keep going like this, I’m going to end up just like her and lose myself entirely (which is exactly what happened to her). I haven't even hit the one-year mark yet, so I’m still fighting it, but a lifetime of this? I can see it now. If I give in to the many, many things I swore I'd never allow, I'll just tell myself, "Well, that's just life." What a life! Mine is mine, I chose it, and if I can't make it work, there are always solutions. It’s not like there's only one way to live, whether you're in the suburbs or the city. I'm young, I'm educated, and my whole life is ahead of me. Ugh, look at me being all optimistic.
Sixth: It is total "All in the Family" vibes.
Seventh: Communication? It's a complete blackout. You can't talk to him. And one of the main culprits—guess who?—is Mom, who has spent his entire life telling him he's right even when he's dead wrong. To him, any critique is an attack. Any conversation is an attack. The only thing that isn't an attack is a joke. But even then, when I try to make a joke—like, smiling and saying, "Please tell your mom not to fold my laundry while I'm gone (she did it once and I called her out immediately) because she can't be folding my underwear, she just can't, I don't want it"—even when I'm visibly agitated but trying to smile... it is SO EXHAUSTING! I tried, I really did, but I failed when she folded my undies. I mean, is it not embarrassing for her to be looking at the underwear I wear while I sleep with her son??? I don't get it!!! I even tried asking her once, "Why were you guys ironing this?" which was probably pretty arrogant, but I hope she got the hint. If she didn't, then I'm moving to full-scale action.
Alright, fine, I guess I finally got my answers—mostly because everything I was already thinking is exactly what’s being said right here.

Look, I’m not even married, but I’m definitely not one of those people who just throws in the towel and walks away because it’s the "easy way out"... I fight for my family, even if it feels like a losing battle sometimes—which, let's be honest, is totally unnecessary since the fair-weather friends were always there anyway...

Anyway, thanks everyone. I know some of you might be a little shocked—like, "wow, how could she let things get this crazy?"—but hey, love and marriage really can work miracles, I guess...

I mean, hello?...
God... I honestly can't believe this...

just find yourself a lover, then you can be the one to withhold sex.

You've got more than enough stuff posted here about insomnia

Jamie Peterson said:Oh, I don't doubt that for a second! Think of Om as the carrier frequency for all those other mantras that branch off from it. But the real kicker is what it actually represents on a physical level. I was actually talking about this with Bob the other day—he was arguing that the Sri Yantra is way more intricate than people give it credit for. His take was that it's essentially just one specific angle for viewing something occurring in 3D space...

but Om doesn't represent some kind of shape. That’s not its job.
It's more like the frequency of the universe surrounding us, or whatever it is.

though, I feel like asking about the physical nature of Om is just the wrong approach. It leads you down a dead end.
Our true essence isn't material. So, nothing material can ever be fully "true," just like how even the sharpest shadow can't tell you anything about the actual nature of an object.

I think I can wrap my head around what a mantra actually is, at least from where I'm sitting...

There was this story about a kid who asked his dad—who happened to be a famous physicist—what the Big Bang actually sounded like. The guy couldn't give him a straight answer, so he actually sat down to run the math because even he was curious...

Anyway, after grinding through the numbers, he figured out it wasn't some massive explosion or a bang or anything like that. It was more like one steady frequency that just kept slowing down over time (kind of like a logarithmic function).
But the part that really stuck with me when I read that article was how we could basically use that same logic to describe the word Om.

So, instead of saying "In the beginning was the Word" from the Genesis, maybe we should say "In the beginning was Om."

I guess that means Om is like this universal frequency, and if you pronounce it perfectly, it supposedly tunes human consciousness toward something higher.
Though, since development happens in stages, it probably takes a bunch of different mantras to work through different levels of consciousness as they slowly evolve.

That story is just plain wrong.
See, there was this old theory—going back all the way to the Middle Ages, I think—that if you just deprived kids of any language, they’d somehow spontaneously start speaking ancient Hebrew.
But in that actual experiment everyone talks about, that didn't happen at all. The kids didn't just start speaking some specific ancient tongue or anything like that. They just... didn't.

So, why on earth is a 35-year-old still living at home with their parents?
Is the whole thing just a result of some messed up dynamic between them?

So I watched the movie yesterday and honestly? Total letdown.
It’s just... there's way too much noise. Just constant, mindless smashing and destruction everywhere you look 👎

So I’m sitting in this local college dive bar, just watching people walk straight into a glass wall...
Basically, there's this massive glass partition right by the exit. Most people don't even notice it; they take one step forward and—bam—nose hits the glass.

We’re all just sitting there, laughing at them (and occasionally seeing bits fly everywhere)...
Anyway, a buddy asks me to grab something from my car, so I head out after him.
I was actually being careful because I didn't want to end up like those other guys, so I took a second to check how to navigate around the wall...

Then I start heading out (just a normal step toward the door), when suddenly something snaps in my head!
My instinct makes me turn my head, but I keep moving straight and slam my forehead right into the glass 🙏

Long story short, I stumble outside, clutching my head, and realize I've sliced myself open about a good three-quarters of an inch... absolute madness...

I didn't go back to that cafe for a while.🤣

🙂 helps

- That tomato you see in big-box stores like Walmart? It’s greenhouse stuff. Totally controlled environments. That's why it looks so perfect, I guess.
- If an apple doesn't have worms, maybe it was sprayed. But honestly, for every one person complaining that their apple isn't "fleshy" enough, there are ten others who would call the FDA and health inspectors the second they found a worm in their fruit.
- People were dying of cancer long before this, they just didn't know what was causing it. If you look at old records, cancer was around even back in Ancient Egypt.
- Regarding all that spraying talk... about ten years ago, the well water out in rural farmland wasn't even drinkable because of all the nitrates and chemical runoff from fertilizers and pesticides. So much for people saying they're being careful out there.
- You know those little roadside stands? Half the time they're just buying produce from places like Target and then marking up the price. Do people seriously think some 60-year-old lady is lugging 30 lbs of fresh tomatoes to her stand every single day? She doesn't have a crew to move the stock, and she definitely doesn't have 50 acres of farmland behind her house.

- Just try growing something like carrots without using any pesticides... you'll be full very quickly.😉
- Oh, and yeah, people weren't really starving to death fifty years ago... sure, but maybe ask them what they actually ate back then.

We all know how it goes..
Basically, just go ahead and smash your PC or sabotage it so badly you can't even turn it on...
Do it today, seriously.

Expect the withdrawal symptoms, too much free time, pure boredom, and all that crap... but I guess that's just part of the process..
In the meantime, you should probably start looking for stuff to actually do with your life.
- Go learn how to skateboard (find someone to teach you or look up a local skate park)
- Find a crew to skate with, maybe check out some local forums or hang out at the park.
- Join a hiking club or something; sign up and head out on the trails with them. Those groups are always looking for new people, and they usually know exactly how it feels to be the new guy who doesn't know anyone, so they're pretty welcoming. 🙂

I could probably think of a dozen other things, but that's about it for now... after a month, you'll feel like a totally different person.

There’s really just one question you have to ask yourself—do you actually want to make it out? Like, do you love yourself enough to do whatever it takes to get through this?
It doesn't matter how much depression is crushing you right now...
It's kind of like when you step outside into that brutal, sweltering heat, and you don't even realize how bad it is until you finally step back into the shade, and then you can actually feel the heat radiating off your own skin.

Some things just take time, I guess.

If I actually lived by my own standards, things would look like this:
- Getting some kind of physical activity in every single day.
- Zero refined carbs. I mean it. That means cutting way back on milk (yogurt is better, I guess), no bread made from standard white flour, absolutely no sugar or artificial sweeteners, and definitely no honey.
- Instead, just plenty of fruits and veggies... fresh ones, obviously.
- And maybe a cheat day once a week.

well, I don't think that's really up for debate...
it's just that—given how my own brain was wired growing up—I almost feel like I have to "insist" on using specific wording when asking certain questions...
yeah, yeah, go ahead and call me an idiot, but I honestly think it's better to ask "what do you guys think?" instead of "am I right?"

I'm talking about those different patterns we pick up in our youth that we basically need to unlearn...

but there's one thing I think is actually pretty important...

we all develop these different viewpoints and perspectives from the time we're kids. A huge part of that is how we perceive ourselves. I think @Harold Anderson3—and honestly, pretty much everyone else—should be asking themselves in situations like this: who am I? How do I see myself? What kind of person am I? What role do I play, what labels do I carry?

why? because we internalize this image of ourselves based on how our parents treated us, and then we subconsciously cling to it later... I mean, how am I supposed to prove to anyone that I'm smart if I have this voice in my head telling me I'm stupid? I'll just end up being insecure during, say, a job interview at a place like Google, and then I'll actually look incompetent... and that fake identity just keeps proving itself true...

instead, anyone who actually wants to work on themselves should be asking a different question: who do I *want* to be?
you have to remember that the psyche is like dough; you can knead it, you can reshape it...

so, @Harold Anderson3:
who do you want to be? how do you see yourself as the ideal version of your own desires? let that vision be your mantra so you can finally wipe away that old, outdated image...