Meditation and DNA

The following is an abbreviated version of an article written by Skye Ranier and published on

It includes the research of DNA expert Bruce Lipton and experiments reported in Plos-One, all of which reinforce other research presented on S & R from vaious sources including New Scientist: it seems meditation is now mainstream science.


Pioneering research in the field of epigenetics has revealed a connection between beliefs, emotions and thoughts, and changes in our DNA. Previously it was believed that our genetic code was unalterable; although we do inherit our genetic code from our parents, the idea that it is permanent and unalterable has been proven false.

A number of groundbreaking studies demonstrate that everything from our environment to our food can alter genes in a number of ways. Take for example this study conducted by researchers at the Benson-Henry Institute for Mind/Body Medicine at Massachusetts General Hospital: 26 adult participants without prior experience were taught various mind-body relaxation techniques such as meditation, mindfulness and mantra.  All participants were given comprehensive blood tests preceding and following 20 minutes of self-directed practice. By looking at nearly 22,000 different gene sequences, the study’s authors were able to identify and measure changes during and after practicing the various techniques. Source:

Across the board, all of the participants showed measurable changes in the specific genes that researchers had previously identified as being related to or responsible for aging, relaxation, metabolism and even insulin response. The measured changes were found to be indicative of a significantly reduced stress response and initiated activity in telomere maintenance genes, meaning the practices caused changes in the body that led to the repair and alteration of DNA.

“The physical expression is the consequence of the mind’s program—the program comes first, the physical expression second,” renowned stem cell biologist and epigenetics researcher Bruce Lipton is quoted as saying.

“The cells of your body are merely following instructions given by the nervous system, by the brain. The nervous system does the interpretation. As your perception changes, you change the message that your nervous system communicates to the cells of your body.”

“In the science of epigenetics it’s been found that it’s the perception of your environment that controls your genes. You’re not a victim of your genes because you’re the one who can change your environment—or, more importantly, change your perception.”

Bruce’s student Dina Proctor had been practicing mindfulness and meditation for some time, all the while developing a keen interest in epigenetics. Eventually, she decided to perform an informal experiment on herself using a specific visualization meditation she developed based on her research into the field epigenetics and self-healing. Her goal was to address serious imbalances in her blood cholesterol levels that had been plaguing her for some time. For approximately two weeks she regularly practiced the following visualization meditation:

“I started out visualizing a gentle but laser-like beam of healing energy entering my body straight into my heart. I imagined a warm sensation as the beam infiltrated and surrounded my heart. As the warmth grew stronger, I pictured the healing energy in the form of a thick liquid or serum, like warm honey, slowly seeping from my heart muscle into my bloodstream.”

“I kept my focus on the warm feeling of the serum moving into my bloodstream in all directions. I followed it in my mind’s eye, moving through my chest into my legs and arms, fingers and toes, and circling back again into my heart.”

After a few of days she could intuitively sense her blood levels evening out: “I visualized the imaginary serum healing each blood cell it touched as it traveled throughout my body,” she later commented.

And sure enough, the results of her bloodwork post-visualization meditation practice showed a significant positive change: her serum cholesterol count had been reduced from 227 to 177, quite in line with similar findings from the Benson-Henry Institute for Mind/Body Medicine study showing that relatively simple alterations in our habits, perception and thought process do have physical effects in the body.

Skye Ranier,


Related reading on biology and the mind:

  1. The Buddha brain
  2. Vagal tone and prayer
  3. The amygdala
  4. Fasting
  5. Materialism and mirror neurons
  6. The Science of Religion


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Some News from the Sharp End

I received today a much awaited blood test measuring my levels of Acetyl-N-Alpha galactosaminidase, or Nagalase for short.  This is an important marker for cancer patients because Nagalase is produced by cancer cells to disable the macrophage assembly line, meaning cancer can rise as the immune system falls.

The addition of GcMAF – a macrophage activation factor already present in the human body – via nebulising or subdermal injections tends to overcome this, and boost the rate of macrophage assembly; the macrophages in turn find and digest tumour cells, leading to a more favourable balance.  The macrophages will even take debris from the tumour cell and present it to elements of the immune system as dangers to be on the alert for, causing other macrophages to be put on high alert. Levels of Nagalase fall as an indication of success.  But you can’t own the design for GcMAF – Nature holds that patent.  All you can do is manufacture it efficiently.  Remember this for now!

The immune is an incredibly complicated system, with built-in intelligence on many levels, able to recognise billions of different threats by the time we’re in middle age.  Imagine a security team able to identify every person on Earth and you’ll appreciate how complex this really is – especially since these cells are always being replenished, carrying the same accumulated store of learning from birth.

Hyperdermic needleLevels of Nagalase should be pretty low – around 0.5 nanoMol/ml, but in cancer patients they’re generally always elevated.  Mine was 3.8 on the 2nd of February, and must have been much higher before I began GcMAF, but it had gone down to 3.4 by the third week in March.  The level reported today, from a sample 2 weeks ago, was 2.24, a highly significant drop.  In fact charting it revealed an almost straight line, dropping 10% of its existing value every 6 weeks – a little like a new car – and that’s pretty impressive too.

Other levels looked promising: gc-globulin, a big multi-purpose piece of molecular machinery (55,000 daltons) was double what it should be, indicating this was busy fulfilling its role clearing up actin filaments – long pieces of which are scattered to the winds when a cell dies.  Survival of trauma patients is reflected in the liver’s production of gc-globulin because among other things (including a role in the macrophage assembly) it’s a clean-up artist with a big role in healing.  Low levels mean the body’s resources are being overwhelmed.


Gc globulin shown larger than actual size

Large amounts of gc-globulin are found in fluids crucial to humanity: breast milk, seminal fluid and cerebro spinal fluid among them.  This is intriguing because the caduceus, the ages-old symbol adopted by the medical profession has been equated to the symbol for the regenerative and mind-altering power contained within the human system: an inverted triangle being the base of the spine, from which two intertwined serpents representing ida and pingala, twin nerves running up to the brain, coil around the central axis of the spinal cord.  At the very top is a pair of wings, representing the wings of Mercury – linking mankind to the Gods.  This is one of the most fabulous visual metaphors ever created, and shows the ancient world knew more about the big picture of our own biology than we do, and realised how to encode and preserve this knowledge for those who came after.

The sad fact is that in 2,000 years none of the computers or books we surround ourselves with now will survive.  Unless we leave memorable concepts behind us in a form which survives the centuries, our highly ordered “modern world” will only leave behind a puzzlingly empty black hole – a new dark age.  That might seem entirely fitting for a war-torn age worshipping self-satisfaction and material wealth, but a new awareness is most definitely dawning across the human race, and luckily for us the final chapter has not yet been written.


A puzzling legacy!

The biological mechanism to effect the union between man and the universe was given the name kundalini: a coiled-up store of energy residing at the base of the spine, working in a subtle way through the entire race as a gradual evolutionary energy, but rising to ever more acute activity in the individual bodies of the intellectual, the creative, and finally the genius.  Above all these is the enlightened luminary – a genius in the spiritual realm; the difference between this extremely rare class of individual and the secular genius is that the latter is aware of ideas arriving in their brain as if from nowhere, whereas the former is aware also of the source of this inspiration, a living intelligence which they referred to in ways befitting their cultural upbringing.  This level of consciousness is the next evolutionary step for mankind, and is as different from our normal consciousness as ours is from the instinct-bound animal mind.

Imagine the bewilderment and even shock for an animal to suddenly gain human consciousness – with its intense self awareness, vastly increased mental horizons, reflective moods, access to a vast store of knowledge contributed by other brains via language, romance, appreciation of beauty, and its creative and intellectual leaps, and you can imagine the wonder which luminaries experienced and tried to express when their mind merged with a universal mode of consciousness.  Their efforts to communicate this in ordinary human language, and the magnetism they exerted over ordinary people, formed the genesis and appeal of all the major religions of the world.

This is the evolutionary energy in man – represented by Mercury gesturing towards the stars with one hand, and in the other holding a metaphor for the biological mechanism carrying us in that direction.  In the genius a much more powerful torrent of this energy flows directly into the brain, extracting various subtle elements from the nervous system and the whole body to maintain its vigour.  This is why the genius has to be slightly more careful with their life and body than a normal person needs be, and their amorous life has to be somewhat conserved to maintain a reserve of fuel for the unexpected crises we all face in life.  The recklessness of so many geniuses when carried away by fame and the opportunity for excesses it brings can lead periodically to debilitating, unproductive mental states precisely because their whole body is, occasionally, in a state of depletion, leading sometimes to depressions, or in other cases to the horrors of insanity.

This is why one’s mode of life is stressed in all religious texts – pointless unless there were biological implications, and why genius traditionally has been affiliated with insanity.

Those who succeeded in awakening kundalini, either through genetic gifts of birth, or of lifelong effort, are known to everyone: they are the world’s enduring religious icons: Shankarachariya, Ramakrishna, Guru Nanak, Moses, Buddha, Jesus, Mohammed.  It is not ignorant hysteria but a deep seated recognition within the racial consciousness which preserves their names and the uplifting examples of their lives, for generation after generation.  They will remain venerated, outlasting by a huge margin their critics and detractors, until they are excelled by new illuminati in the ages to come.

Modern writers have got themselves in a twist trying to reconcile these observations with the crude idea of random mutations – one Scientific American article suggested that perhaps insanity had an evolutionary benefit for genius.  Well certainly, just as writers’ cramp is helpful to authors and broken legs are a boon to skiers!  Today’s email from Scientific American cheerfully “debunks” the idea that creativity is a gift – apparently if you buy their ebook you can release your creativity and be as productive as the worlds’ geniuses ever were.  Though if it’s written by Michael Shermer, I wouldn’t hold your breath.

science of creativity

Science writers try their hand at creativity. In other news: politicians begin charitable work, and heavyweight boxers perform Swan Lake

This evolutionary energy emerges from a highly intelligent source – the ingenuity of biology is only one example of its handiwork – and safeguards are built into the human brain to prevent tainted elements from entering and causing damage.  In that event, there is sometimes an effort by the body to expel the subtle essence, if tainted, via a highly increased and irresistable libido.  It is this mechanism behind the genius’ periodic but intense desires, alternating with a complete lack of interest, or even repugnance – during which time the energy is flowing completely to the brain.  In healing, too, it is understood that the desire for congress is absent.  Why should this be, unless the underlying mechanism has somehow had to reverse itself?

There are born geniuses who have no interest whatever in romance – who even feel revulsion at the very idea: one example was Leonardo da Vinci, who in his detatchment once mused that without highly attractive women the race should die out altogether, so repugnant the sexual act seemed to him.  We all know that the brain sends us signals like annoyance, for example, during situations draining its resources in times of need, like endless chatter or loud radio noise while trying to park a car.  The need to “multi task” in modern offices causes chaos in the brain, and a feeling of great discomfort and even anger arise at new unwelcome distractions.  The aim is for us to consciously remove the irritation, or remove ourselves!

This same mechanism is at work when some romantic unions collapse, if one partner is on a different evolutionary curve than the other – once the constant libido poses a danger to the brain’s crucial store of energy, then in an act of self-defence, the brain signals distaste towards the innocent partner who was formerly the apple of the eye and source of all eternal sunshine and joys etc.  The resulting confusion and alienation for which neither partner is consciously responsible, can bring an end to a union based quite typically on mutual attraction.

But in the bigger picture, it is this intelligent energy which the yogi aspires to coax into a higher activity through constant dedication, daily practice of meditation and self control, and by bringing their life somewhat into alignment with universal laws, always able to rise only within the genetic limit of that particular individual.

Fantastic though all this may seem, this energy is also responsible for healing, which (finally!) relates to the subject at hand.


A dapper bronze Mercury, perhaps giving the finger to Big Pharma

Mercury, always pictured holding the caduceus, was man’s link to the healing and uplifting power of the Gods, and kundalini the mechanism which effects this union in the biological world.  In this view our biology is a tightly organised whole, made up not of unreliable, randomly wandering components, but always strictly subject to law and order.  Every religion has symbols for this source of all knowledge, also known as the serpent power, but so little is commonly understood today about kundalini that it may as well be a black art.  Nevertheless some tantalising and otherwise inexplicable facts about the human body do point to the existence of this very mechanism.

For example, in cases of asphysxiation, kundalini is said to sometimes arise spontaneously in a last ditch effort to save the brain, and I suppose this must at least partly release a vital store of the gc-globulin found in fluids associated with reproduction.  The link between deliberate, reckless asphyxiation and arousal is a well known and too awful a topic to bring up here but desperate aspirants in ancient India occasionally resorted to this same method to arouse kundalini – in the hopes of bringing with it all the gifts of mystical experience and the knowledge of the Gods – when all other attempts had failed.

Related to this, it is fascinating to read that serious head injuries in toddlers can give rise to unfortunately early sexual awakening, which is inexplicable unless the two mechanisms of healing and sexuality have the same engine behind them.  All of which indicates the reproductive and emergency healing mechanisms are two sides of the same coin – as you might expect, as both require the rapid formation of new life – but also indicate that when the latter is stimulated by a serious crisis, the former can be awakened too, and once aroused cannot be shut down again.

Veritably a Pandora’s box, to cite another mythical parable, similar in some ways to the Garden of Eden, in which tampering with a God-given mechanism brings unreckoned results never to be undone by human hands.

But that’s enough ancient history, and so back now to our more familiar corporate-organised world!

Even one of the Saatchi brothers couldn't convince this mobster-led government to allow new treatments

Even one of the Saatchi brothers couldn’t convince our mobster-led government to allow new treatments to infringe on Big Pharma’s stranglehold.  I think those are bulletholes

Everyone by now has heard about the spate of deaths in the alternative medicine world over in America.  One nurse told me the common link was apparently GcMAF: all of the individuals who met their deaths at the hands of unknown assailants seemed to have used GcMAF in their practices.  We know Big Pharma can get pretty heavy: you won’t protect any hundred billion dollar business with timidity and deference.  Monsanto is only in the food business but facing stiff opposition from the public they went and bought Blackwater, a band of merciless cut-throats better known for carting heavy artillery around in Iraq and using it on civilians when caught in traffic.  A mercenary bunch, and no mistake, but required for a food business..?  Sure, because it’s money that’s being protected, and that requires muscle and black ops every bit as much as Fort Knox, Kellog Brown and Root, Halliburton, Dick Cheney’s 9/11 ops or the Pentagon and Capitol Hill.  It’s only about the money.

Well, an ex-Merck employee in Santa Barbara spoke out recently against their own black ops department whose job was apparently to put the frighteners on doctors protesting Merck’s dodgy vaccines, Vioxx fraud (100,000 Americans lost their lives because Vioxx “studies” were gleefully pasted together by the PR department and signed off by bent scientists) and so on.  An appalling realisation converted her, Saul like, to an anti-Merck spokeswoman, who then found her house was being broken into on a regular basis.  Expensive alarm systems, video cameras and new locks didn’t change things.  Not for theft, but just to let her know her every move was being watched. After one such break in she hunted for her laptop, hidden safely in the depths of a laundry cupboard, and found with relief it was intact.  Soon after, she returned home to find her CCTV had recorded a man entering the house, disabling the alarm, walking to her laundry cupboard and removing her aptop, laying it neatly no the floor.  And if the message wasn’t already clear, he placed a stone statue of a duck on her patio table.  She queried this with a friend familiar in this trade, who explained.  “Do you feel like a sitting duck?  Because that’s how Merck sees you.”

This was all reported over at Mike Adams’ NaturalNews.Com in detail.


Well done to Merck for the brilliant idea of teaching the immune system to recognise cancer. Imagine that!

When I first heard about GcMAF last November something told me I should get there quick – so I did, going to Lausanne in the first week of December and gaining much from my experience.  Well, here is something you might not know: the MHRA arm of the government, like the enforcers for the mob, shut First Immune‘s Guernsey GcMAF operation down in February, blandly citing a “manufacturing irregularity.”  But whereas with any normal irregularity, you’d expect advice or a warning and another knock on the door in two weeks, here things took a very sinister turn indeed.  Remember too that even with a colossal pile of victims, nobody at Merck was punished for their fraudulent Vioxx PR, or for hiding evidence linking Merck vaccines to autism, or for that matter, for the appalling savagery of chemo therapy which ruins lives permanently – regardless of the fact that cancer cells laugh at it.

Director David Noakes‘ accounts were frozen, as were his credit cards.  Banks were instructed not to deal with him or his firm.  His house was raided, as was his ex-wife’s, and – get this – that of his elderly parents.  The stormtroopers apparently asked if the elderly couple knew why they were there, and were taken aback to hear: “of course, you’re here to make sure a cure for cancer is never found.”  The clinic I attented in Lausanne was raided by a group of agents who one nurse told me resembled the Gestapo in their manner: the same staff who had dealt so carefully with us were held for ten hours and quizzed “as if we were terrorists”.  One was so shaken by the ordeal it was thought she wouldn’t work again.  And to top it all off £100,000 worth of GcMAF stock was stolen.

I’ve taken GcMAF on and off for months and never had a problem.  Other patients I know have had the same experience.  It is, after all, a natural product of the human body, and First Immune’s manufacturing process has Yamamoto behind it, a highly published professor who is the world authority on GcMAF and its actions.

So I smelled a rat, and filed a FOI request.  From the information then supplied I found that a chap on the MHRA board is an ex-director of Merck.  Anyone who’s been a director of a company that big will have a life inextricably linked with it.  Imagining they can be impartial when their kids probably have summer jobs there and their friends at the golf club and health spa are fellow directors, and assuming they would have no shares or ties to protect is imbecilic, given that they’re now in a position to protect the patents and livelihood of the company which gave them their cushy life. And what right does a chemical manufacturer have to affect treatments available to us, the public?  The whole thing is a farce, but the way companies stay around is by melting into the government, and the way politicians grease their skids after being sacked for theft or incompetence or sexual scanadlas or pedophilia or drug taking is to go work for companies and ply their old boy network contacts.  Just ask Tony Blair.  Don’t be appalled – this is how it’s done.

Venn of Pharma and Gov

And you’ll never guess what happened next!

In March I saw that Merck with great fanfare revealed to a waiting world their new patented chemical immune stimulant called Pembrolizumab for the cancer market, at a mere £110,000 per year per patient.  Don’t worry, folks – the insurance and the NHS will pay for it, and so what if the country is bankrupted by it?  Surely it won’t affect you!

By comparison, enough GcMAF for the same period would cost at most £18,000.  The Daily Mail headlines obligingly blared out Merck’s news as if Merck had single handedly invented the immune system and then trained it to hunt down cancer cells.  That’s a simply marvellous feat.  Although they didn’t use these exact words, they called it the biggest revolution since completely useless chemotherapy – which actually destroys the very same immune system Merck now says is oh so crucial to your recovery.  Yet somehow for seventy years the AMA and the ACS have been telling everyone that immune therapy is quackery, blackballing and banning researchers and doctors who disagree, and that only toxic chemo and deadly life-sapping radiation can cure cancer.

Never mind chanting for the separation between church and state – such are the friendships between corporations and state that it’s actually written into law that you can’t say you can cure cancer without any of this crap.  And now these same charlatans, quacks, PR hacks and witch doctors are pushing an immune stimulant instead, protected by mindless shills like quackwatch, metabunk and Scientific American’s own casanova Michael Shermer.  Imagine that, if you can!

Since then an oncologist with 20 years’ experience who gave up on the devastation produced by that miserable lot and is now in the alternative field, tells me some trials of these chemical immune stimulants have been so awful for patients that some actually walked out.  A desperate cancer patient, walking out of a life-saving trial in disgust?  That’s absolutely unheard of.

But there’s money to be made, and making money is all about mathematics.  Now, I don’t know about you, but when I put two and two together, I always get four!

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The Life of a Stranger

I was on a train the day before yesterday when we ran over a collection of brittle, loudly snapping sticks, causing the black rail stones to clatter and fly out from between the wheels as we ground to a halt.  An obstacle probably placed by kids looking for kicks on a dull gray afternoon.

I wasn’t prepared for the announcement which followed: we had run over a person.  If I wanted to throw up I can only imagine how the driver felt: I understand some drivers don’t work again after such an incident.  The emergency crew and police cleared what was now a crime scene after an hour and half – and whatever they get paid, it isn’t enough- during which time the train manager gave us carefully phrased updates every few minutes, but it seemed simply appalling to be sitting on top of the remains of a person who for all we knew could have been a friend or relative, while receiving apologies for any inconvenience caused to our journey.  The hell with our stupid journey.

This may have weighed heavily on many, but truth to tell, there wasn’t much sign of it.  Some cheerfully yakked into their mobiles about this, that and the other.  One no-nonsense business type maintained his scouser conversation at a hard-to-ignore volume throughout, breaking into laughter at intervals, while a donkey-voiced woman took the opportunity to impress us all by berating her office about the failure of a printing supplier. “That’s not my problem,” she whined, “that’s not my problem, that’s not my problem,” though clearly it was.  The elderly lady beside me stared out the window.  “You alright..?” I ventured. “Oh yes, thanks!” A broad grin.  I suppose we’re used to it.  And yet, how can we be?

11000 people

About 11,000 people.  More than this many killed themselves in the UK in 2013

I hadn’t realised how common this kind of suicide was until I mentioned it to three strangers yesterday.  A train staff member confided it “happened all the time”; he’d seen another only three weeks ago. A waitress saw one when returning from her parents’ home in Milan via a Gatwick- Victoria rail inbound at the end of July.  A taxi driver’s 23 year old son had phoned him last week, distraught, after witnessing one on the underground.


100,000 people: more than this many killed themselves just in the ten most populous Western countries last year.

And this subject happened to come up in passing three times with three people – meaning that 100% of those I spoke to about it had experience of the same thing – out of easily twenty people I chatted to, as is my habit when travelling.  This tendency perplexes my kids.  “Where do you know her from?” after one enthusiastic exchange on the Picadilly Line with an Irish lady.  Holborn maybe, or was it Leicester Square..

Strangers are not the threats the media would have you believe them to be.  In fact they’re very easy to like.  There’s no expectations to live up to; people talk freely to someone they never have to worry about seeing on their doorstep yet again, interrupting dinner.  Sincerely admire their shirt, on the way out of a dank London parking lot and the wary expression of a stranger becomes one which wouldn’t look out of place in your family album of celebrations.  They’re as pleased to see you as they are to never have to see you again, making it a perfect relationship.  And better yet, who knows what despair might be dissolved by human contact?


Worldwide, the entire population of San Francisco – 850,000 people – were known to have taken their own life in 2014.  The true figure certainly exceeds this by a very long way

Regarding despair, what exactly is happening in the UK?  Well, after a general decline over decades, there’s been a sharp rise in suicides:


Males in blue, females in orange

It’s known that these stats are under-reported, and by a long way.  The stigma attached means many families insist on a verdict of accidental death; some coroners independently decide not to record intent in the cases of children, out of deference to the family.  The cases charted are only those where the coroner can be absolutely certain the person died by their own hand, and where there was no objection.  Even so, the rates per age group show both males and females to be most vulnerable between 50 and 54.  Perhaps because mortality looms unexpectedly, perhaps because our self-image sinks along with our much-valued material output.

Suicides in prison went from 56 in 2012 to 80 only two years later, while suicides following police custody rose from 36 to 62 in the same period – the time spent in custody is considered to have contributed to the person’s despair.  It’s hardly quality time.  In the UK a youth can spend a year on remand once suspected of a crime: not convicted or even tried.  This is an eternity for a young person, who builds their life day by day, forced to watch helplessly as their friends, lovers and even family become strangers; prisons are not sited for convenience.  Most women in prison are there for trivial crimes – falling behind in payments, that sort of thing.  There are, also, many suicides in immigrant detention centres: families held in bleak, depressing high security conditions just for being in the wrong country.  There’s no time limit for them, and not much hope of anything but being escorted, eventually, back to the tender mercies of a violent government.  Why, just ask Jack Straw or Tony Blair.

Our society is largely based on money and like a game of musical chairs, the system is rigged so that some will always have less than enough.  Like it or not, money plays a big part in suicide.  From the activities of the odious Scrooge Iain Duncan Smith we know the government’s scrimping on benefits means those most vulnerable have been jettisoned, though why this should be so is a mystery since the sums involved pale into insignificance by the cost of our bombs in Iraq, Afghanistan, Yemen, Libya and Syria or the VAT sums that the drug-addled George Osbourn has let Goldman Sachs get away without paying.

Those at the top have few such worries: David Cameron (now on a well deserved four week break) apparently has had to give up bread in an effort to lose weight – I suppose it was that or pinot noir – while the House of Lords recently voted against a change in caterers, fearing the quality of champagne would suffer.  This is absolutely true.  And until it was confirmed to him, the minister in charge of the swap also thought it some kind of joke.

Kings Cross

Paul Day did this series of bewitching bronze sculptures for London St Pancras’ Meeting Place around the dias on which a nine metre tall couple embrace.  Highly detailed and imaginative figures in trains and stations bring national and personal histories to life.  It’s worth a visit just to see this work

A friend committed suicide last year.  Diagnosed with cancer in 2012, he suffered monthly radiation “treatments” which destroyed his joy of living, though the cancer seemed to thrive on them.  They then tried out a noxious chemical which failed to make a dent, so then it became two chemos, and finally a constantly fluctuating mix of five chemos referred to only by acronym.

He could afford the best treatment on Earth, and travelling wasn’t a problem: his house was actually off Harley Street, if you can imagine that.  The garage door swung away to reveal his beloved Porsche and Harley, and behind them, a beautiful garden in which the noise of the street only meters away completely vanished.  His biggest worry selling up recently was how to explain the absence of any water or gas bills: when the area was subdivided, his feeds must have been attributed to another landowner; such is the scale of money changing hands each week that nobody had ever noticed.

Over a beautiful lunch at the Plum and Spilt Milk across from St Pancras one March he enjoyed a cigar and an ale against my protests.  “Iain,” he reassured me, “my conclusion is that these doctors have absolutely no clue what they are doing!  I might as well enjoy myself.”

To mitigate the effects of radiation and chemo he’d been given painkillers, and then steroids, but the resulting aggression and paranoia took a scalpel to his relationship, so a few more chemicals were thrown into the mix to calm him down.  As a result he couldn’t sleep, so some sleeping chemicals were called for.  Soon after, he became depressed so in came the anti-depressants.  Anti depressants are highly linked with suicide.  Even without pressures of money, he found himself in a world of mental pain all the time.  Later that year, he brought it all to an end.

Lest anyone think him of weak character, be assured he was a PR mastermind of unbelievable resourcefulness, undaunted by sudden reverses.  In fact if you have at any time travelled through London’s St Pancras or felt a surge of pride at London’s Olympics, you’ve benefited from his ingenuity and energy.

It helps to bear in mind that rich or poor, strong or weak, we all are vulnerable; you might find a stranger today and strike up a conversation they’ll hold dear for weeks to come.  We can’t claim there’s no opportunity, or that our budget doesn’t allow for it.  You might even be the one to benefit further on down the line: in Mankind’s Search for Meaning Victor Frankl writes that a momentary act of kindness – a crust of bread quietly passed to him by an Auschwitz guard – nourished his spirit for three months.

We might well try to be like everyone else, to pass unnoticed and uncriticised in the crowd.  But the truth is that each and every one of us is completely and permanently irreplaceable; what joys and what wonders we’ve all been deprived of through a single person’s death, we will never know.


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The Eye of the Beholder, or, Gilding the Lily

Being a part-time artist can mean months or years doing no art at all.  Time spent producing art is usually 100% about producing art, but time spent working isn’t so productive.   What with rapid fire communication available to anyone who can fog a mirror, it’s odd how devices intended to improve productivity produce so many unexpected emails, cold calls, queries and “urgent” missives that entire days become totally unproductive.

So it was with some envy I watched my daughter drawing an impressive picture of Stubbs’ Whistlejacket for a school project last year with uninterrupted absorption.  Thus spurred from artistic lethargy, I decided it would be a good exercise to do likewise.

iP4_ 1020 To thwart laziness I decided no session should begin unless I was prepared to add at least 1000 small lines to the picture.  Soon I was busier than an Israeli bulldozer crew and came to regret using a throwaway scrap of card, having never thought it would amount to anything:

iP4_ 3551Once back into the habit of evening drawing I found an old sketch I liked and tried to scale it up into a worthwhile picture, with the aim of flattening the planes of the body in some kind of new style:

iP4_ 3060I soon reached a dead end, but in the meantime had read about something much more interesting: the work of Maxfield Parrish, a fantastic American artist of the early to mid 20th century.  Parrish was the most reproduced artist in all America’s history, devising an ingenious technique layering transparent oils on a brilliant white background.  To avoid the colours appearing dead, each was sealed with a transparent varnish; the finished work reflected light in a jagged course back from the white through the layers as if via numerous infinitely thin panes of stained and transparent glass.  The irregular course and slight parallax of the returning rays gave his works a glowing, lifelike quality.

I thought this worth exploring and began a portrait based on a photo of the late Ruslana Korshunova, a beautiful Russian model who lived in Manhattan.  I found her story very moving.  Thrust into the limelight because of her youth, her stunning, cat-like eyes and her fabulous long tresses, she’d been ripped off on the way up by some agent to the tune of half a million dollars.

Too young to take legal action in America, while still working hard and appearing on every magazine cover imaginable, Ruslana made it known to close friends her intention to bide her time and sue the agent after turning 21.

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In a letter by Parrish to a friend he mentions Alizarin Orange, a colour supposedly abandoned in the 1930’s as unstable. I found someone in America who still makes it by hand, and it’s an amazing colour – when thin it appears yellow; overlaid with pale blue it turns an other-worldly shade of green which matched her eyes

Devoted to her mother back in Eastern Europe, to whom she sent money every month, and exceptionally proud of the long hair for which she was nicknamed the Russian Rapunzel, Ruslana threw herself into her work.  Neighbours and friends remember a happy and carefree girl despite the trials of the fashion industry and a brush with a religious cult; a few days prior to her 21st birthday, the doorman to her apartment building recalled her cheerful, chatty return from an evening out with an ex boyfriend.  So far, so good.

The next day she was found in the middle of the road outside her apartment (which was several stories up) with all her hair roughly chopped off, her neck broken, and puzzlingly, about seven meters from the side of the building. Not only had she cleared the distance from the building wall to the kerb, some five or so meters and long enough to warrant its own rain proof awning, but cleared the nearside lane, and landed in the middle of the street.

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2/3rds finished, some reflectivity can be seen; Parrish was clearly a man of great patience, as some of his works were vast in scale. He completed murals, notably some for Gloria Vanderbilt, which filled a ballroom

Police called it suicide.  Perhaps, as in London, they discourage investigations into Russian mafia killings.  Nobody dares testify, and repercussions to all will be unpleasant.  A contract must have been put out stipulating she never reach 21.  Whoever did the deed, having incapacitated her, presumably sheared her hair off as proof of their handiwork.  How anyone thought she could have leapt (through construction netting) the distance an Olympic jumper might have covered with a gale behind them and a running start is something only Manhattan’s police can explain.  And why a bright young girl with the world at her feet would ruin her looks and fail to even leave a note or contact her mother was inexplicable.

It seemed a chance to try and portray a moving story, so I started with the aim of entering the finished product in the 2015 BP Portrait Prize.  I wanted to make her look into the eyes of the beholder as if asking: why?  The finished work was 20 layers of colour and 20 of varnish.  The chemical stench made a mask necessary most of the time but worse still, on applying, I found BP, perhaps in response to slews of photo-derived images, mandated the artist to have personally met the sitter.  Likewise the Royal Academy Summer Exhibition decided they could struggle along without me, so it remained an experiment; in twilight I found her gaze so disturbing I retired the picture out of sight.

RA image_2The next job enabled an attempt at gold leaf, something I’d considered adding to the Michelangelo fresco.  Gold leaf is actually quite cheap – you can buy 60 sheets of it at a time.  The sheets of genuine gold have been hammered so thin they make tissue paper seem like carpet.  It’s such fragile stuff that it flies around in response to static from your hands, and if someone in the next room exhales it flies away, but there’s nothing like it for reflectivity.  Giotto and the ancient fresco masters used it for the “glory” – the halo surrounding their religious icons but how they managed to work it with such dexterity is hard for me to understand.

There are some beautiful black and white photos in existence of Michelangelo’s Pieta; I used one as a reference and only added one colour, a very faint trace of rose, to the umbers and white.  The qualities of the photo and the sculpture itself are so powerful that anything other than basic colour would be superfluous.. gilding the lily, so to speak.

iP4_ 3523iP4_ 3558I kept up Parrish’s technique and ended up with about 15 layers all told.  The light reflecting on the gold seemed impressive enough so I gave it to the local church, where I was gratified to find they placed it behind the altar and directly beneath a stained glass window which made the halo glow in quite a fabulous way.  The added advantage being, from that distance, all the mistakes were completely invisible.

iP4_ 3777Doing these layers is really time consuming.  Each one must dry completely, and then the varnish on top – a century old resin mixture I found, again, in America, with a dreadful, choking stench – needs the same time again.  If a layer retains any moisture at all, the next layer causes the underlying one to wrinkle and curl in a truly ugly way, requiring not one but two layers be carefully sanded off with a great loss of time.

Despite every precaution tiny hairs and specks of dust embed themseslves continually, making fine sanding necessary each time.  To speed it along somewhat I covered the pictures with tin foil and left them on radiators, but eventually decided this painstaking technique was better left to patient craftsmen far removed from emails and mobile phones.  If you’re going to be an artist, you really have to give up spending 8 hours a day working on something else!

iP4_ 3352For an attempt at my first pleine aire I began a small oil at a friend’s villa near Lisbon.  I started on a promising, sunny day, where crowds of exotic insects drawn to the reflective white canvas found my skin more welcoming still.  At least the picture progressed, until the sky became overcast and begat a howling thunderstorm which blew the easel over and threw all the paints and brushes in the mud.

Clutching the canvas under a shaded tree with a spare one as umbrella only encouraged the rain to drive harder until the ground was a running quicksand.  Working on an incline is a bad idea in these conditions as water rushes downhill toward you in a torrent, carrying gallons of filthy water and more exotic insects.  A work emergency meant I cut my stay short.  C’est la vie.

iP4_ 3498Painting outside is all very well, but one needs a certain stoicism which is beyond me.  So I cheated, and finished it at home.  She loved it.  But this was in February, and I haven’t painted since!


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The Doomsday Machine

After I wrote an essay entitled Twin Terrors: The IDF and ISIS, I noticed a readership drop, which recovered somewhat a few weeks later.  I assumed I’d offended a portion of readers who did not want to express their feelings in writing. Of course, I’d like to write only about painting, music, or the beauty of Nature, but these aren’t the times we live in.  Ironically, after this week’s US – Iran deal, Israel now finds itself on the same platform as ISIS: both railing against Iran’s new status.

Among those on social media the perception is widening that “terrorists” are not only the hooded villains threatening death to the Western infidels who bombed their village.  The term is now being applied in a far wider and much stronger sense – and herein lies the difficulty for populations of some wealthy countries – to those smart-suited, witty and intelligent men and women who rain death and lifelong misery (from a cosy place at a safe distance) not only to a handful of victims but to tens of thousands whose only crime is to speak another language.  The crime, as Stalin realised, becomes so large that it ceases to be murder and becomes a mere statistic.

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A degenerated and sick community: Israeli children writing ironic comments on shells, soon to destroy the lives of Palestinian children.

The young especially are so impressionable that acts of terror committed by their leaders are justified by faith in authority.  This reconciliation forestalls the awful thought that their tribe is unspeakably evil.  As you would expect, an ordered society is based on trust in authority. This is a wise, benevolent, grand and beautiful arrangement when the leaders are wise, benevolent, grand and beautiful souls.  But if they are reckless, shallow, power hungry psychopaths, the situation is very different and all of their society is plunged into extreme danger.

American educators returned from Prussia in the mid 1800’s highly enthused about a new schooling system specifically designed to develop, over many years:

  1. civil servants willing to accept authority from above
  2. workers willing to risk their lives in mines
  3. soldiers who would unquestioningly march into war when a coloured cloth is waved
  4. a population who all hold, more or less, the same political views

This delegation of common sense to authority was noticed by a still-alert Scientific American author writing a memorable editorial in the early 20th century.  Alarmed by the crippling mental load of homework now placed on young children, he wondered why parents did not “march immediately to the schoolhouse, armed with whatever they could find to hand – fenceposts, brickbats, flagstones – the better to bring a halt to this insanity.”

FILE - U.S. President Ronald Reagan, right, and Britain's Prime Minister Margaret Thatcher, share a laugh during a break from a session at the Ottawa Summit in this file photo dated July 21, 1981, at Government House in Ottawa, Canada.  Personal papers from 1981 released Saturday March 17, 2012, by the Thatcher archive at Cambridge University in England, reveal that Thatcher was fascinated by U.S. President Reagan, and that she snatched and kept a page of his doodles from this G7 summit in Ottawa. Reagan left the piece of paper adorned with his sketches, sitting on a table at the Ottawa meeting when Margaret Thatcher picked it up and kept it, it is revealed in her papers released Saturday. (AP Photo/File)

July 21, 1981, Government House in Ottawa, Canada. Both branded Nelson Mandela a terrorist.

Such a reaction is a sign of an alert, natural brain exposed to danger or calamity.  But like the callousness felt by soldiers exposed continually to killing, it has given way to a dull sense of resignation, a feeble response which reflects the abrasion on neuronal structures by prolonged exposure to an irritant, just as fingers become calloused for protection after continual use.  But in the brain’s case, the loss of a natural defence – a revulsion designed to make us remove the problem – places us in grave danger.

The Prussian educational system was so successful that it ushered in a century of global conflicts where war was waged not just on soldiers but all civilians, and where those who fought were not professionals but ordinary people defending their country from evil.  The absurdity is that every country in a conflict believed the same, to such an extent they gladly fought to the death.  When official orders were removed, as in the trenches on Christmas day, peace broke out immediately. Nobody wanted to fight over some mud.  What for?

Nelson Mandela

As the memory of Thatcher – an agent of calculation, war and expedience – becomes mired in wars, institutional pedophilia and disgrace, the reputation of the Late Nelson Mandela – an agent of conscience – continues to grow over time

War had been waged on civilians before of course, by men such as Herod, Caesar, Vlad the Impaler, Genghis Khan – but they are shown to us in history lessons as villains.  From where did we get the idea that modern leaders – Churchill, Bush, Eisenhower, Thatcher, Blair, Obama, Netanyahu – responsible for hundreds of times more gruesome deaths, are blameless?

When GIs landed in Japan, word spread throughout the villages that Americans were cannibals, that it was far better for women to take their children and jump off cliffs to certain death than be roasted and consumed by the invaders.  This they did in their droves, to the horror of the American soldier.  And yet the Americans, too, were subject to this brainwashing.  We in the West thought nothing of using an infernal machine devised specifically to roast hundreds of thousands of ordinary civilians alive. in Hiroshima and Nagasaki, since the Japanese were, as we knew, unspeakably evil.  Later the same brainwashing would assure the GI that Vietnamese were worthless gooks; later still the Iraqis would fall into that same underclass.

The Russians were ordered to fight the evil Germans to the last man, and sent to the front with a single bullet, while the Germans were persuaded that impure races, fit only for extermination, were all that stood between them and a perfect Aryan world order.  Remember it is never the rich, the privileged or the most mentally astute who march to war: just ask Dick Cheney or George Bush.  It is those who could not avoid the draft, called “stupid pawns” by Henry Kissinger, blindly carrying out the will of the political class.

muhammad-bali-bquotes-quotes-1763454812All humans can be turned into devils by daily corruption.  The immune, few in number, manifest as conscientious objectors, whistleblowers and revolutionaries, undermining with all the conviction at their command the state’s authority.  Muhammad Ali personified the thinking man by refusing to rush off to fight in Vietnam when ordered.  Government fury fell on him immediately, stripping him of his world title and his livelihood, but, delivered to the masses by the media, his words became as devastating as the hammer blows from his huge fists in the ring:

I have no quarrel with brown people ten thousand miles away.  Why should I travel ten thousand miles to drop bombs and bullets on them?

Here in America we negroes live as second class citizens.  We are treated as slaves, we can’t get served in restaurants, can’t stay in hotels, can’t sit on buses, and our kids can’t go to white schools.

You ask why I won’t go ten thousand miles to fight for your rights, when you won’t even fight for my rights at home!

No Vietnamese ever called me ‘nigger‘.

Today intellectuals march against the Pope, bemoaning the indoctrination of religion, and as regards recently exposed abuses, they have a point.  But they remain oblivious to wider and more insidious indoctrinations.  I have never heard Richard Dawkins question the suspension of the laws of physics on 9/11, or shout down massacres committed by the Israelis.  And how can a person whine about intolerance while sowing discord of their own, encouraging contempt for those who, for whatever reason, fail to rally under their flag?

“Science works, bitches” is a slogan on the RDF’s new shirts.  Jocular it may be, but if science works, why has industrialised pollution become a threat to the planet itself?  After the disasters at 3 Mile Island and Chernobyl, why has Fukushima apparently killed off huge swathes of life in the Pacific ocean?  Why are deaths from cancer now more frequent and more numerous than at any time in the past, and why does dementia now attack young people, while autism doubles every 3.5 years?  Why is crime rampant, civil unrest ubiquitous, wars ever-expanding, suicides increasing?  Why has slavery and poverty increased dramatically in only the last 30 years, and why do one in seven of us lack food or water?  For that matter, why are vaccines and GMOs coming under attack not from alarmist cranks but from scientists and industry insiders?  And most of all, why is society teetering on the brink of nuclear war?

Could it be that science has no effect whatsoever on human behaviour, while amplifying all our mistakes to an unprecendented degree?

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Be skeptical of everything.. except about what authority says. Authority says three huge buildings were not demolished on 9/11, that a plane hit the Pentagon, that all-day visible chemtrails do not exist, that Sandy Hook really was a massacre, that a crowd of people were killed by a smokebomb at Boston. Swallow it whole, despite all evidence pointing the other way!

The pressure of indoctrination should oblige us to think for ourselves.  Are doctors always right?  Are chemicals good for the body?  Why is hydrofluosilicic acid, a known toxin, added to drinking water, when dentists themselves claim it harms teeth, and when countries without it have the same success with dental health?

Can sunshine really be bad for a healthy immune system now, after four million years of co-existence?  Can titanium dioxide – a known carcinogen – be healthy when lathered over our skin to protect from the sun?  Should we be eating food grade plastic? Should one in seven people on the planet lack essential food or water while we pay tens of billions to send toy tractors to Mars?  Can USAF jet planes really be unknowingly leaving huge clouds of powdery substances which blanket the sky for the entire day, when CAA planes never leave any such thing?  Should MPs vote themselves a 10% rise two years running while cutting welfare to the poorest?

For that matter, is the two-party system simply a prop, used by the real power behind politics to maintain a narrow illusion of choice?  If not, why do wars continue and taxes rise and governments become more oppressive and grant themselves more powers year after year no matter who is elected?  Why have two families which gave us three disastrously warmongering US presidents now offer us two more warmongering candidates?  Why are people now engrossed in measuring their differences, rather than their blatant similarities?  Why does the prison population rise every year?

For that matter, why have these “wars” on crime, on drugs, on poverty, on illiteracy, on cancer, on MS, and on terror only amplified each and every one of these problems?  Can governments really be so feeble and ineffectual?  If so, are they actually capable of anything productive?  Why has the gap between rich and poor grown so much over the last centruy that a handful of families now own more than half the world’s population?  Is capitalism good for the world?  If so, why should slavery and poverty now be more widespread than at any time in the past?  What is the purpose of GM food – to feed the world, or, to ensure global dominance of the patent owners?


A brief word about the “war on drugs”!

Can chemo or radiation cure cancer?  If tumours are a failure of healthy growth mechanisms, how can the agonising, paralysing, system-wide torching of all our growth mechanisms cure the problem?  If all cancer drug research has failed, as statistics confirm, why are the drugs so expensive, and why do pharmaceutical companies spend far more on marketing than research?  Why did nobody go to jail for the fraudulent marketing of Vioxx via falsified studies, a crime which led to more than 100,000 deaths?

Why are immune therapy companies being closed down as quackery by the MHRA, just when Merck (with an ex-director actually on the MHRA board) now offers a £110,000 per annum immune therapy of their own?  Should we ship weapons to Israel, when we know they treat the far older State of Palestine as an outdoor prison harbouring a subhuman race?  Should we fondly maintain nuclear weapons – at a cost of hundreds of billions – when our poorest are being forced out of their homes, told to work even when incapacitated, and denied healthcare on the grounds of lack of funds?  Should we turn away refugees fleeing the devastation caused by our own bombs and armies?


As Richard Dawkins would say: makes sense!

After a financial crisis in Cyprus caused by the banks, banks tested the waters: savers would lose 10% of their money – and they got away with it!  Countries are still paying war debts from 1945.  To who?  The banks!  The IMF now want 50 billion euro in Greek assets as a penalty for failing to repay a debt.  But how can it improve a country’s wealth to lose its own infrastructure – which can never be bought back no matter how hard the people work?

Maybe, in too many ways to mention, we’ve been had. The hilariously outspoken George Carlin might have been on to something when he said:

Why do we have the poor?  The poor are there to scare the s**t out of the middle classes.  You know why they call it “the American Dream”?  Because the only people who believe in it are fast asleep.

While Frank Zappa expressed the same thing in his own way:

The illusion of freedom will continue as long as it’s profitable to continue the illusion.  At the point where the illusion becomes too expensive to maintain, they will just take down the scenery, they will pull back the curtains, they will move the tables and chairs out of the way and you will see the brick wall at the back of the theater.

So instead of dismissing dissenters, what about we give equal weight to their words and let our opinions be shaped by daily conscience, instead of by the Daily Mail?  And if we have any voice at all, especially on social media, maybe we could use it!

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Propolis: “in Defence of The City”

Where would we be without bees? As far as important species go, they are top of the list. They pollinate 70 of the 100 crop species that feed 90% of the world. Honey bees are responsible for $30 billion a year in crops.

That’s only the start. We may lose all the plants that bees pollinate, all of the animals that eat those plants and so on up the food chain. Which means a world without bees could struggle to sustain the global human population of 7 billion. Our supermarkets would have half the amount of fruit and vegetables.


You see, when one realises that the bees receive very many influences from the starry worlds, one sees also how they can pass on to man what is fitted for him.

All that is living, when it is rightly combined, works rightly together. When one stands before a hive of bees one should say quite solemnly to oneself: “By way of the bee-hive the whole Cosmos enters man and makes him strong and able.”

Rudolf Steiner, 1923

In my back garden the bees attend to the flowers and plants as usual, but whenever I sit nearby, one of them comes to watch over me.  I say that because after my arrival he swoops to a place about 2 metres away, hovering perfectly still in mid-air, turning at right angles sometimes in the blink of an eye, and then back again, but always in the same place.  I don’t know if he’s keeping a respectful distance, or was assigned to keep me in my place.  It’s as if he knows me: they can read electrical fields, and I guess he can read mine, and by doing so might know more about me than I do.  But the more I learn about them, the more fantastic and well-ordered his society seems.

The problem of how the bee developed all these resources causes the same conundrum as the origin of the cell.  It is said all cells come from a cell because that long-distant ancestor needed complex features like DNA, a 3-d printer and error-checker, the sense to avoid toxins and gravitate to food, an internal signalling system, machinery for movement and for generating energy, a permeable wall defining it and so on, or else it could never have produced another cell.  As if it were a big bang of biology, here is where we hit a wall.

For that matter the first cell also required a recyclable fuel and the machinery to consume it, and none of this equipment is simple – far from it!  As is the case now, the cell’s only concern was to stay alive and reproduce at any cost.  Otherwise, how is it still with us?  But however it arose, all these elements, and more, had to arrive at one time along with whatever features in the environment enabled it to live.  How is that even possible?


Encased in amber for 80 million years, this species Cretotrigona prisca survived the Cretaceous-Tertiary extinction event and is almost identical to its modern-day cousin Dactylurina in tropical Africa (

Because the intellect works step by step, our favourite theories are those in which everything happens incrementally.  We can make sense of them and will even bend the evidence to fit, if need be, to join those separate dots.  We prefer the step-by-step, even, absurdly, to rationalise our puzzle over an Almighty: “if there is a God, who created God?” We perceive the world passing by, moment by moment.  But this cosy view comes to a stop at the Big Bang: it’s hard to see how an infinitely tuned Universe arrives out of one huge blast when we know explosions are unpredictable and destructive events.

Although we don’t know this about the insect brain, the human brain commits to decisions about half a second before the owner becomes aware of them.  Our intellect seems a subset of something beyond us, making human life more as Shakespeare imagined, a stage in which we play a role.  The bee is a fantastic example of instinct without a self-conscious layer: it can’t have any idea why it behaves as it does or whether there might be a better life away from his nine to five and an endless honey-do list from the hive.  It doesn’t question its role, yet works with an urgency and a fidelity stretching back hundreds of millions of years.

Let's face it, these honeycombs are beautiful.  The hexagon is mathematically perfect,

Let’s face it, these honeycombs are beautiful. While a circle would seem the most obvious choice, the hexagon is superior – in fact it’s mathematically perfect, yielding the most internal volume for the least amount of surrounding material. Wax is expensive to the short-lived bee: they require 6-8 units of honey to produce one unit of wax, so maximising the ratio is critical.  This is not blind chance, and nor could it randomly evolve, because all other designs would have exhausted the worker and caused colony collapse even with all its other marvellous attributes

Nature is much closer to genius than to the intellect.  That’s probably why the enzymes laboriously created by our best engineers work at a miserly 2 transactions a second, while in the same fleeting instant, Nature’s superoxide dismutase can churn out several million reactions without missing a beat, while totally compatible with everything else inside and around the cell.  Papain in the papaya fruit, and bromelain in the pineapple work at 30,000 completed transactions per second.  Why should fruit be fully loaded with enzymes for which it has no use?


Electric Universe: “As it turns out, bees use the electric fields around flowers to sense whether it might contain pollen. The bees can also tell by the electric field whether a flower has just recently been visited by another bee.” (

Maybe we shouldn’t ask how the bee got here, though one thing seems sure: Monty Python’s song Eric, the Half a Bee notwithstanding, there couldn’t have been a prototype with half formed wings and sawn off legs plummeting helplessly and trampled underfoot, because life doesn’t support the half-designed, half efficient, half liability.  All life forms contain a different shade of wonders, but there is something marvellous about the bee. The bee seems made from sacrifice: using their sting means death, but even in life the average bee sacrifices procreation, donating its life instead to the welfare of the hive.  Ants, too, do the same but there is something majestic about the bee and its mathematically and chemically perfect creations.

The bee survives fully formed or not at all; specimens trapped in amber from 125 million years ago are practically identical to those alive today for two reasons: the design is complete, and DNA is perfectly stable even over hundreds of millions of generations.  Instead of arriving about 125 million years ago, scientists are starting to think that flying insects, the bee among them, first appeared along with flowering plants as long ago as 345 million years.

This co-ordination must be for the same reason spiders (along with their webs, their multiple-nozzle, perfectly controlled silk spinning mechanisms,  fantastic mountaineering skills and sense of geometry) arrived along with flying insects: Nature appears to be one almighty system in which every actor has a specific role, and somehow arrives on stage with the precise neural and physical equipment to carry it out.  But nowhere is this co-ordination more obvious than in the bee, and even its own colour scheme seems united with that of its honeycomb.

Close up view of the working bees on honeycells.

Without a ruler or even working light, their sense of measurement and layout is perfect

We associate bees with flowers and honey, but they also are able to calculate angles, identify individual peers and communicate flight paths to them, and it is said they can even take into account the roundness of the Earth.  As researchers found a long time ago:

..a trio of Swiss and American researchers discovered that the light-sensitive cells in a bee’s eye are twisted like corkscrews.  Now, at last, two of the group have found out why.

If the cells were not twisted, they say, bees would live in a psychedelic world where the colours of leaves would constantly change, making it difficult to find food (Proceedings of the National Academy of Sciences, vol 90, p 4132)

What is Bee Propolis?

Bees also make a building material which exceeds in usefulness any chemical made by man.  It’s a special kind of glue, to waterproof and defend their hives, called propolis, which is made by mixing secretions from their hypopharyngeal glands with digested products from leaves, flowers and tree bark resin. Propolis is very sticky – I got a 50% mix of it on a toothbrush and had to throw it out the next day – sticky enough to keep out the rain and embalm enemies in their tracks.

But it’s also deadly to unwanted bacteria, fungi and larvae, exhibiting anti-bacterial, anti-fungal, anti-viral and anti-oxidative properties in humans.  It even sterilises the hive and provides a kind of social immunity for all its members.

Egyptians knew very well the antiputrefactive properties of propolis, and used it to embalm cadavers. Propolis was recognized for its multiplicity of medicinal uses, and remarkable safety profile by the Greek and Roman physicians, Aristoteles, Dioscorides, Pliny and Galen.

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Chemical factory: Nasanov gland: chemicals to assist identification of the hive entrance. Koschevnikov gland: alarm pheromone – attracts other bees to attack and sting the same part of the body of the offending animal. Dufour’s gland: chemicals line the entrance to the hive and may assist recognition of family or nest ownership. Mandibular glands: produces the lipid-rich white substance mixed with the hyopharyngeal gland secretions resulting in royal jelly. Inhibits ovary development in the workers. Hypopharyngeal glands: protein-rich secretions (Royal jelly) when the worker is a nurse bee. In a forage bee it produces invertase which helps break down sucrose into fructose and glucose. Pre-tarsus gland: function is not known.

If you never thought of bees as chemists, consider what their propolis does for us humans:

  1. decreases dental hypersenitivity better even than our ion-altering potassium mixes
  2. prevents cavities
  3. decreases oral mucositis created by chemotherapy toxins
  4. strengthens salivary glands
  5. reduces xerostomia in saliva glands caused by radiation therapy
  6. prevents oral cancer
  7. inhibits plaque
  8. acts as an anti-inflammatory
  9. stimulates wound healing in the dental pulp
  10. acts as an analgesic
  11. acts as antibacterial agent against oral pathogens
  12. reduces Enterococcus faecalis in root canals
  13. lessens gingivitus
  14. reduces recurrent aphthous stomatitis (mouth ulcers)
  15. protects oral mucosa
  16. helps heal wounds after oral surgery

Propolis is a highly complex mixture of more than 300 components including:

  1. phenolic acid
  2. terpenes
  3. cinnamic acid
  4. caffeic acid
  5. aromatic aldehydes
  6. alcohols
  7. amino acids
  8. fatty acids
  9. vitamins: A, B1, B2, B3, B7
  10. esters
  11. minerals
  12. essential oils
  13. flavonoids: flavones, flavonols, flavanones

Information gleaned from:

Propolis as chemotherapy:

One of the stars of this chemical cabaret is caffeic acid phenethyl ester, or CAPE.  Cancer researchers found that CAPE tears into cancer with a mind-boggling collection of mechanisms:

CAPE is a strong antioxidant extracted from honeybee hive propolis. Recent studies indicate that CAPE treatment can effectively suppress the proliferation, survival, and metastasis of oral cancer cells.
CAPE treatment inhibits Akt signaling, cell cycle regulatory proteins, NF-κB function, as well as activity of matrix metalloproteinase (MMPs), epidermal growth factor receptor (EGFR), and Cyclooxygenase-2 (COX-2).
Therefore, CAPE treatment induces cell cycle arrest and apoptosis in oral cancer cells. According to the evidence that aberrations in the EGFR/phosphoinositide 3-kinase (PI3K)/protein kinase B (Akt) signaling, NF-κB function, COX-2 activity, and MMPs activity are frequently found in oral cancers, and that the phosphorylation of Akt, EGFR, and COX-2 correlates to oral cancer patient survival and clinical progression, we believe CAPE treatment will be useful for treatment of advanced oral cancer patients.

Due to its all-round usefulness, several companies market variations of propolis, and one particularly well laid out page full of relevant information can be found here.

Researchers tested the cytotoxicity of CAPE both alone and contained in propolis.  The results showed that CAPE is cytotoxic to breast cancer cells in a time and dose dependent manner.  That means the more they used and the longer they used it, the greater the cytotoxic effect – without any downside.  They also found CAPE alone was not as effective as propolis: the conclusion was that using whole foods was superior to using isolated supplements, something Joanna Budwig stressed for cancer patients from the 1950’s.  How can chemotherapy, comprised of one man-made, toxic, molecule compete with this?  If, in a single tomato there are 10,000 phytonutrients, how could that be turned into a patentable equivalent, where every molecule has been altered?  Each molecule would need to be tested in isolation, and with every other – a virtually infinite number of different trials, each costing millions of dollars.

The writers found 10 times less CAPE was required for the same effect when it was included within propolis.  In Nature we don’t see a drop-off in performance of combined elements – in this case, at least 300 – nor do we see toxicity anywhere in that combination of elements.  This is so remarkable that people assume it must be no big deal to achieve.

The experiments were on cancer cells in the lab, but they also measured the rate of acetylation of histones – the epigenetic mechanism – in a healthy volunteer after three weeks of oral doses of propolis.  So they know it triggers the same mechanisms that caused cytotoxicity in the lab within the human body, and this is without any side effects at all.

Interestingly in the abstract, the writers point out that up to 80% of cancer patients admit to using supplements even when advised not to by oncologists, and that this was a multi billion dollar industry in 2009.  I imagine it is an even healthier market now, and I think you can see why.

Other research has been done on oral cancers and CAPE, published in the International Journal of Molecular Sciences (2015, 16).  A staggering number of mechanisms are unravelled, with the conclusion that CAPE should be considered – get this – a chemotherapy agent!

According to the above summariesin this review, there is strong evidence that CAPE treatment suppress proliferation, survival, metastasis, EGFR and COX-2 activity, PI3K -Akt signaling, and Skp2in human oral cancer cells.

So, what’s the bad news?

The bad news is, after a third of a billion years, bees are getting wiped out, and we’re still guessing why, though the fingers already point at us.  The present crisis they face reveals a surprising fragility for a 300 million year survivor, indicating it is not neccessarily robustness of a species which ensures longevity, but balance and harmony in the environment.  The problems seem to arise from our chemical products, incompatible with Nature and even our own bodies, for we also suffer as a result.

The stress caused to adult bees when the young are underpowered mentally and physically is detailed in a very interesting Public Library of Science One paper.  The neurotoxins in pesticides must certainly be one cause of bee colony collapse – what else can we expect when we produce (for human consumption!) crops whose every cell produces neurotoxins – but there is another problem, and it’s a pretty nasty one.

A PLoS-1 article named Bumblebee Pupae Contain High Levels of Aluminium was published only a month ago:

We measured content of aluminium in bumblebee pupae taken from naturally foraging colonies in the UK. Individual pupae were acid-digested in a microwave oven and their aluminium content determined.

Pupae were heavily contaminated with aluminium giving values between 13.4 and 193.4 μg/g dry wt. and a mean value of 51.0 (33.0) μg/g dry wt. for the 72 pupae tested. Mean aluminium content was shown to be a significant negative predictor of average pupal weight in colonies…the actual content of aluminium in pupae are extremely high and demonstrate significant exposure to aluminium.

Bees rely heavily on cognitive function and aluminium is a known neurotoxin with links to Alzheimer’s disease in humans. The significant contamination of bumblebee pupae by aluminium raises the spectre of cognitive dysfunction playing a role in their population decline.

The story was quickly picked up by other outlets including ScienceDaily and various MSM papers, but begs the question: how does aluminium, always bound to other materials in the soil, become a free element finding its way into the fields and flowers?

The first I heard of nanoscale aluminium was when Canadian egghead David Keith, backed by Carnegie Mellon, proposed spraying five megatons of the stuff into the atmosphere to deflect solar radiation.  After all, neither we nor the planet needs sunlight for anything useful.  What would be the dangers, someone asked? He didn’t know and clearly hadn’t bothered to look:

The Lancet, October 1982:

..analyses of the domestic water supply for each month on dialysis showed that dementia occurred only in those whose water supply had a high aluminium concentration (>80μg/l).

Another public figure talking about nanoscale aluminium these days is the neurosurgeon Russell Blaylock, who says autopsies of dementia patients show exceptionally large amounts of it collected in the brain around the junction with the olfactory nerve – the same area responsible for short term memory.  According to Blaylock, nanoscale aluminium travels up the olfactory nerve, collects in the brain, and, I’m guessing, never travels out again.  Good to see Keith did his homework.

Whatever the case, it’s a problem we’d better find an answer to quickly.  Could it be that, like pesticides, nano aluminium really is being sprayed somehow, and if so, who would be crazy enough to do such a thing?  These are all very good questions!

toronto chemical trail sequence

Photos from a sharp eyed Toronto blogger show non-CAA jets (no ADS-B signals, or, USAF IDs) don’t leave a 7 sec contrail (1 mile at 500mph) but, instead, drape the scenery with vast 3 hour+ sprays (on satellite photos they stretch to 450km in length) which, instead of dissipating, congeal and merge, leaving the sky a powdery white. This looks like a Summer photo – and from my Summers in Toronto I know they get very hot indeed – genuine condensation would last about as long as a snowball in Hell!


More information on insect facial recognition, if you’re interested:

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Awakening the Science of Kundalini

If anyone is able to get to Ontario, Canada this July, be sure to drop in at the renowned ICR‘s annual conference:

Conf. Flyer2015The theme of this year’s conference, Kundalini, will be a term known to many: the ancient Sanskrit word for the usually dormant serpent power residing at the base of the spine.  When activated by favourable genetics, gradual evolutionary forces or intense spiritual activity, this energy can enter the brain via the spinal canal, affecting the whole nervous system and personality.   In fact this is the common mechanism behind all religious and psiritual experience, meaning firstly that religious experience has a biological base, and secondly, that all mankind’s religions are united by one scientifically verifiable mechanism.

Those in whom it was active gave it its name after witnessing internally its lightning like side-to-side motion, akin to that of a purposeful silver serpent in full flight.  This imagery found its way into most civilisations one way or another – even our medical insignia, the caduceus – carried by Hermes, messenger of the Gods himself – shows two serpents emerging from an inverted triangle and coiling upwards around a vertical staff, while a mysterious serpent – “the most subtle of all the creatures” – seems to guard the tree of knowledge of good and evil in the Garden of Eden.

Elsewhere the pharaohs of ancient Egypt wore serpent-like insignias on their foreheads, to symbolise their brain’s unity with a divine power, while other serpents adorn the headdresses of the Aztecs and Incas.  Athena is shown with a serpent at her side, and Shiva is always shown with her protective serpent.  Meanwhile the writhing serpents of the anguished Medusa seem to represent the malevolent possibilities of this force when, due to the resistance or obstruction from still unknown biological factors, the awakening of kundalini leads to unbearable pressure on the brain, ending in insanity.

With its armoury of genetic and microscopic tools, scientific research into this rarely studied phenomenon is bound to shed light on the mystery of spiritual revelation, genius and insanity – either way, it’s a chance to absorb new material and meet like minded thinkers, amidst the tranquility of pristine Nothern Ontario!

Autumn Birches, by Canada's own Tom Thomson

Autumn Birches, by Canada’s own Tom Thomson

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