As I listened to thousands of frogs croaking I realized each day they have become louder. I was mesmerize by the sound. It is incredibly loud and they are all calling out, looking for a mate to set their seed for the next generation.
The frogs croaking brought me deep into thought. My thoughts took me back 4 years, to 13 years to 15 plus years ago.
About 17 years ago I tried my best to lecture people about GMO's to eat organic as much as possible, buy shade grown organic coffee, happy chicken eggs and clean safe meat that was not raised in feed lots. I was telling people to not eat foods with Hydrogenated oils, artificial colors, artificial flavors and food additives that caused cancer.
I missed something though. I missed taking care of stress, needing more rest and toxic chemicals. Even though I was on the right track it was not fast enough to help me. I had an extremely stressful divorce, lack of sleep and I took up a few extra jobs cleaning. I literally was teaching aerobic classes just after I cleaned with bleach, pledge, rubbing alcohol, comet and more. I started getting really tired and I started to get grey hair really fast. I realized that being outdoors made me feel better so I started teaching outdoor training classes. This worked for a little bit, but again I started to fatigue. Apparently dyer sheets are toxic and people use dryers that spew that toxic smell out their dryer vents.
It was about 15 years ago, I was hit with a sickness called Multiple Chemical Sensitivity. During my healing process I have become an avid researcher and an observationist. I have also become a radical environmentalist.
By becoming a seeker of truth (research) someone who observes and a radical environmentalist. Your life really begins to change. The first thing that happens is you loose friends. Yes, that is right. They hang in there for a little bit, but they need you to take a pill and get better, otherwise they realize they are a part of making you sick and polluting this world. For comfort they needed to be an Ostrich and live comfortably in their lives.
You are a reminder to them that their lifestyle pollutes this world. Their junk food eating, the lack of care if they eat GMO food, the toxic hair dyes they use, nail polish, toxic skin care, toxic laundry soap, toxic scented candles and don't get me started on the toxicity of perfume.
Really, I can't blame them, ignorance can be a bliss. But for me it is not bliss. I was born with rebel blood and I am dam proud of it. This rebel blood may have caused me heartache and bad decision making in my younger years, but I am very grateful for being blessed with it now. Really I rather be awake than a Zombie. It is not a easy road. But the hard road is much more spiritually satisfying.
As a society we are spiritually lost and more than ever humans are confused about who they are individually. I can't help but wonder if all the chemicals released in this world, are turning people into zombies and disrupting their endocrine system to the point that they don't even know who they are. Hormone disruptors may be the thing that stops over population (If you believe in over population, which I don't).
More than ever before we have more people confused about being male or female, To the point we are classifying transgender issues into many other groups. Even pushing the point to saying that a fiver year old should not have to decided if they are male or female yet. I can't help but wonder what is really going on and all I can do is think of the frogs..
At least 15 plus years ago, I read report after report about the issues with aquatic animals and the chemicals that are used daily that are hormone disrupters. These chemicals are literally making frogs into homosexuals. These reports are still happening and still sounding the alarm.. But only a few small groups of people are even listening. Meanwhile our world is being chemically altered. Chemically changing what his and hers should be.
http://loe.org/shows/segments.html?programID=11-P13-00001&segmentID=7
13 years ago, after being sick with Multiple Chemical Sensitivity I was blessed with moving out into the coastal mountains of Oregon. This brought me beautiful fresh air, spring water, herbs, animals and healing. As I lived in a brain fog fighting to wake up I realized that is was not only my curse but was also a gift. This was the time I dug deep into researching environmental issues. Through my research, I became angry. I realized our government is not there to protect us. They are there to make you sick and protect the profits of big farm agriculture, Biot-Tech company's, chemical companies and pharmaceuticals companies.. Sick makes profits in more ways you can imagine.
It was 13 years ago, that I realized that the property I lived on and many others that I see around here, have been chemically sprayed with who knows with what because it lacks a diversity of life. When you walk in a forest of trees that are at least 15 years old and you you see no other plant life, you know that is not good. When you see areas that are a marsh, full of water and you do not see or hear frogs, see dragon flies, lack of butterflies, hardly any bees and a handful of bats, you know something is wrong. Through my healing I have learned to observed. Sitting quietly, watching, listening and my experience was knowing that my town, county and world were slowly loosing its sensitive species. This is a red alert...
Moving forward to 4 years ago. To our surprise, with organic and bio-dynamic practices we have frogs arriving. My daughter and I were so excited we would hang out by the marsh and listen to them.
Two years ago I had bees, the logging company sprayed and my bee hive died. Chemical farming has moved into the valley and I have some serious concerns.
I sit, I watch, I listen. The birds have changed a bit around here. Still only a few handful of bats. Less native bees, less hornets, less paper wasps and the list goes on.
As for today February 11th 2016. So far my air is still beautifully clean around my space. I have realized today that I have heard the frogs making their journey to the great marsh. A few at a time in different spots of the property traveling to the great mating spot of choice. I can only hope that they are not confused. that life will still prevail and their frog population will grow. But as far humans I am just not so sure they will survive this toxic world much longer.
Toxic comforts and toxic fashions seem to rule our world.
