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 https://www.berkeyfilters.com/pages/water-quality-search?pws=CO0103005 Uranium This Utility Provider:  1943.0pCi/L Federal Guideline:  1092.8pCi/L EWG Guideline:  430.0pCi/L Health Risk: Cancer Description: Uranium is a known human carcinogen. The federal legal limit for uranium is set at 30 micrograms per liter (corresponding to parts per billion), but utilities can also report uranium in picocuries per liter (pCi/L), which is a measure of radioactivity in water. EWG translated all uranium results to pCi/L using a conversion factor developed by the EPA. With this conversion approach, the limit of 30 ppb corresponds to 20 pCi/L. Drinking water with this much uranium would cause more than 4.6 cancer cases in a population of 100,000. California set a public health goal for uranium of 0.43 pCi/L.

Read: Letter to the NRA  for more information https://www.forbes.com/sites/brucelee/2019/08/20/fluoride-and-iq-what-is-the-link-what-this-study-says/#7cff3123cc66 https://www.ncbi.nlm.nih.gov/ pmc/articles/PMC5285601/   https://www.ncbi.nlm.nih.gov/pmc/articles/PMC3491930/

Also, fluoride causes things like Autism Spectrum Disorder (  https://www.ncbi.nlm.nih.gov/pmc/articles/PMC5909100/  ), especially when combined with prolonged white noise exposure(  https://www.ncbi.nlm.nih.gov/pmc/articles/PMC4528219/  ). Prolonged white noise exposure, without high-level fluoridation, causes Asperger's syndrome(  https://www.kennethrobersonphd.com/silicon-valley-breeding-ground-aspergers-syndrome/  ), I wonder why silicon valley would have prolonged exposure for children to experience white noise saturation? Or why areas with higher education levels of parents seem to correlate with Asperger's syndrome? So the reason that prolonged white noise exposure would cause autism is because of the inflammation and dysfunction of the hippocampus(  https://www.ncbi.nlm.nih.gov/pmc/articles/PMC3548359/  ). Now the hippocampus isn't directly responsible for the formation of new memories, however, combined with the amygdala, tempora...

All culture IS cultural appropriation.

So the Neurobiology of Gender identity is simple, essentially while you are in your mom's belly( https://www.ncbi.nlm.nih.gov/pmc/articles/PMC6704756/ ) and your exposure to hormones in the first four years of life specifically determine your gender identity and orientation. They assist in and prevent the development of a specific region of your hypothalamus. So you can literally use an M.R.I. to determine someone's sexual orientation for the most part, short of some people who ended up remaining psychopaths permanently. (  https://www.ncbi.nlm.nih.gov/pmc/articles/PMC6677266 / ) This is of course affected by things such as Fluoride which prevents your thyroid from functioning in a normal way by causing hypothyroidism. In such a way exposure to environmental Fluoride whether in water, toothpaste or in-utero will cause things like Gender Identity disorders and Sexual Orientation changes. Specifically by affecting the development of your Sexually Dimorphic Nucleus, a bun...

methyl Bromide and Fluoride induced iodine deficiency. If you have gluten intolerance, I recommend nascent Iodine as that chelates bromide and other halogen's as well like chlorine. All of this in our environment as well as diets specifically in America, threw sources such as wheat, and corn are causing severe malfunctions in one of our most basic human systems. Consumption of things of like potassium and nascent iodine, would counteract your iodine deficiency which should for the MAJORITY of people eliminate their immune reaction to gluten. However in rare cases there is a genuine gluten intolerance in people. Those people cannot consume any Gluten, not just specifically American products.

Lately, I have been looking into and reviewing the issue of "Mass Shootings" as well as "Massacres" globally. So the one commonality I have found between crimes of this nature is fluoridated water. For instance, Austria does not have Fluoridated water and has very similar gun laws to the US. They have had 2 acts of Mass Murder/Massacres in the past thirty-odd years. However, Japan, which has no gun, has had fourteen since 1989. The reason for this is iodine deficiency due to fluoridation of toothpaste and drinking water. This lead's to a great many problems, starting with developmental issues(Both from Fluoride Toxicity: https://www.ncbi.nlm.nih.gov/pmc/articles/PMC3491930/ and Iodine deficiency: https://www.ncbi.nlm.nih.gov/books/NBK285556/  .). So here's what happens since Iodine chelates Fluoride, and since we consume 2.5mg of fluoride a day per person. We cause thing's like hyperthyroidism(psychotic episodes.) and hypothyroidism(M...

The primary reason fluoride causes such things is essentially Iodine Deficiency since Iodine chelates Fluoride, as well as heavy metals, then an increased consumption of fluoride whether in the water or toothpaste to the tune of 2.5 mg a day in an iodine-deficient population is a terrifying idea. For instance things like Wilson's(having too much copper in the body.), or too much Iron, or too much Mercury which can result in neurological damage. Also after 220 days of exposure to Fluoride(brushing teeth and drinking tap water. Especially without a reverse osmosis filter.), you end up with a suppressed thyroid, which oftentimes can lead to manic episodes. Sudden cessation of fluoridated tap water, leads to a reduction of fluoride in the thyroid and increases thyroid functionality. However, since the majority of us had been exposed to Fluoride for an extended period of time. Then it causes hyperthyroidism which causes psychotic episodes. This combined with developmental disor...

What I find strangely funny is simple, and that is psychology. First let's take the world as it is. https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Krista_and_Tatiana_Hogan The human mind is divided into many parts, some of which are memory, others of which are mammalian and yet still others reptilian. The Siamese twins in this instance, are conjoined in a very particular way which specifically demonstrates at least to me the following: The thalamus, functions as a bridge between consciousness and body. My consciousness or software, tells the wetware or thalamus, to move the hardware, my human body. That said, we have now established appropriate terminology for the human condition. Hardware(brain function, neurology, memory, etc...). Software(The particular organization of neurological networks, gan·gli·on connections between neurons, and memories/ experiences.) WetWare(Specifically the Thalamus and other systems responsible for autonomic functionality of the human body.). Physical bo...

It's the absolute truth, at the end of the day it doesn't matter.  Almost nothing really does. I have one life, one time around and one chance to experience this world.  The people in it and everything it has to offer. I've lived my life by this philosophy since I was young and I probably will until I die. Life is about the experience, we have laws so we don't fuck up someone else's.  Theres plenty of people who can do whatever.  Only I am suited to be me, and live my life. So it is what it is.

A far away dream, and a long forgotten promise. There she is - mumm ra  https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=b3pelHCk07M The words, I never said. The thoughts, not worth thinking. My mind a shattered reflection of things it never had the privilege to remember. Promises, Words, Lost to time, truth lost to perception, the memories disentigrating, falling threw my hands as though uncapturable grains of sand. Love lost to time as few things aren't you were mine, even if for a minute Even if for a moment My truth My trust My heart That thing I keep trying to beat down inside of me My soul I  promised you a promise that was taken from me The most ridiculous promise I know today, not all promises can be kept I know love doesn't last I know Iknow I KNOW I know, that I know nothing, that your memory still haunts me, the memory of you that isn't even real Corrupted and lied about and destroyed and used and abused. My heart. My you. You still hurt, hur...

The mind is a terrible thing to waste, but Always the first to go and mine left a long, LONG time ago. That thing,  yup that one the thing can't you feel the thing? it's a thing. How can I explain a thing to you when all you see is things? look at it, the thing? Don't you get it yet? It's a thing.  What's it look like? A hole, somewhere gone and previously lost.  Noooooo The thing! It's a thing, a thingama thing. Don't try to turn it into your THingama thing... It's my thingama thing of thing. It's not like yours, for I am fundamentally different from you, as I desire, nothing... Everything you see for my possesion of the thing does not make it mine.  Nor your idea of the thing yours. We agree it's a thing though...? DOn't we? The thing... The thingama thing.  That one, in your chest... It's a thingama thing, but I'm missing a piece of the one in mine. What...

When first we sat living life rain dropped by then we stood and changed our walk for now all the sudden rung the clock tic toc, tic toc, and coocoo birds flew by as the rain began to fly. whilst wheeooshing past our heads the clock had stopped and floods had come washing away our steps dawning on the surface of the sand life began to empty our beach filled with life the future bright the forgotten past remembered brought to new light.

Back when I started waiting on hold to speak to a person from the government in 2014 there used to be short breaks in the hold music when you first start holding you still have hope. So you believe that each and every short break is the magical voice you were waiting for at the other end of the line. After the first half-hour, you start getting wiser though! You start to understand they are simply baiting the hook and that the pause is for a message! It was two thousand and sixteen when for the first time they had a system's failure. After waiting for two years on hold you learn to go about your life in a normal manner, some get the blue tooth and t.v.'s others Try and find the secret locations where they can go to shorten their wait. You can buy other people's phones, people who have been holding for seven years make the most money, it had become a profession of sort's in a world where everyone waits in line to speak with the magical person who can solve all of your ...

The wanderer. A man without a home, I wonder if the world often has a place for wanderers? Without pasts, without futures, no place to call home. It matters not whether it is streets, continents or galaxies a man wanders. Who is a man without a home? A man without a face? A man without a name? Where a man is found is the color of her eye's, where he lay his head and loose his mind. the eye's of a weary wondering soul lost and dilute, for home is nothing without the color of her eye's. No fear, no legacy, as great as the company of her eye's. where you lost? Why her eye's? The care The wonder the compassion of a wounded soul A place to finally call home The faith of the lost, the broken and the damned. That light of glimmering hope can be found in the color of her eyes where the world comes to an end and home is finally found by a nameless, faithless man. In the color of her eye's - Unknown.(well me of course but my nome de plume i...

I've often wondered what changes the world has seen fit to bestow. The truth isn't what the truth is, we are all but human's and simply make mistakes. How I wish those small things could be forgotten, those trespasses caused by the loss of my own humanity. I've often wondered what love feels like but I have never had the opportunity to find life. See for within life there has never been the opportunity for me to love. Neither with the smell or texture that I have wished it or the desire of a thousand night's spent hungry. The world itself has deemed to remain loveless in my absence, and by abstaining it has never been the truth of itself. I would of course gladly do or say anything that brought about my knowledge of that one person I have always sought after, however never had the proclivity ability to find. For the truth of desire is simply the desire to seek love, now I am going to have to leave this world and never come back again for I have failed in every and...

Well, that's not true... it's not about being unwanted, it's sitting in a room with a forgotten memory after earning everything you could hope for and not being recognized, seen, heard, your words falling on deaf ears, your actions having no merit, everything you do being judged, and your friends turning their back on you for the sake of themselves. Its something more akin to being ignored, it is like not existing for no reason other than someone's unwillingness to look at you after you have earned their attention. It is feeling insignificant to the people you should matter most to, and that isn't something inside you... it's those people that make you feel alone.  You could sit in a room full of people desiring your attention and never be heard. Which I think teaches you your voice doesn't matter, even though it's always mattered whether in words or text or thought... the scariest people are the ones who listen because when you are finally encourag...

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The approaching party consisted of a fine young lady, dressed in a plaid pantsuit. With long golden curls flowing down the side of her face, her figure resembles that of an hourglass. Her complexion was fair and her stride graceful. She must be their guide, for she had an almost otherworldly luminescence to her. In our experience, we could recognize such people for they stood out amongst the crowd's of more ordinary people and created a wake as the strode threw the world. You see I myself was a watcher of sorts. This particular young lady and I had met several times in our dealings with Irving's, though in this particular instance I dare not reveal myself. So simply allow me to regale you with the story that is about to unfold. Flow was her name, her companions Tony and Scott were strange young men indeed. For they were simply following a young lady to her destination, she had invited them as a matter of course. Though unbeknownst to them they had been summoned. Just as t...

The waves of wind swirling around just outside the door, the gusts bringing a cold chill. The cold penetrating down to the bone of the handsome black alley cat, whose green eyes glistened with joy at the sound of approaching footsteps. He'd heard them before these steps of fools, or didn't you know? For he had watched. this particular door of splintering wood opens and closes thousands of times. The brass hinges were always well oiled and it was the last of it's kind. A door that had withstood the ages. The cat knew that there were doors very similar to this one around the world, yet our fury friend was one of the only creatures who knew the true nature of this particular door. As uninspiring as it may seem today, it had once been warm mahogany freshly painted and opening to a field of poppy flowers. It had stood here for so long that our feline company had forgotten what it was like on the other side. He had been a watcher of sorts you see, during his first decade of ...