I found something else I wanted to share with you for those with those unfortunate injuries put upon you that you didn't do to yourself. It's a ginseng cream. I put it on those curved and straight laser, assumably, injuries cut into my back (no signs of entry-just as the gunshot wound to my head-bullet could still be in there, felt bone pieces in my head after wards) and I felt the injuries light up just like a bengay would but no icky smell and more of a relaxed feeling. I could actually get up out of bed without hobbling the next day from being stationary for so long. I also take a very inexpensive ginseng pill and found an extremely cheap chamomile cream that I put, along at times with the ginseng cream, behind my ears and behind my neck, the chamomile at times in my temple points, and both on feet for all day relaxation. Also an acidophilus at the dollar tree helps with digestion for those with many holes and cracks in your skull from beatings. The bad stuff swirling around in these areas goes to your stomach and makes you sick - this helps. I have been using a tea with this and ginger in it as well for those of you who have more money. luv ya
Photo courtesy HSN.com. You can find it at Walmart and other stores as well.
I decided to use a composition which I posted previously, but I fixed it a lot with the gain. It sounds better now. I practiced the lyrics to "You Have the Wrong Girl" and feel I have them lined up beautifully. Now all I have to do is save up to buy the interface and mic. I can find a nice inexpensive one that will work fine. I'm planning in the early spring, late winter to purchase these. I will produce this song next year. I hope this follows along with my theme of sharing my story and my feelings with you that I promised. It's kick ass. We gotta do it right??!! luv ya
Lyrics Again to Song so you can follow along in your own way. Perhaps listen in and see where you'd put the lyrics in the song. Cheat, I start at fifteen seconds in.
Ok, so my Glucosamine Chondroitin MSM Plus double strength, advanced and quick release, has been kicking in. I got it from PipingRock.com for those of you needing it for your injuries - I'm sure there's many. I couldn't even walk hardly a couple of days ago when I had to struggle with the heavy loads of food trying to get it home. I had been taking some extra strength tylenol, generic, and refuse to smell of bengay when someone has done this to me. My mind gets stronger so it feels the ripped nerves, damaged muscles, and the least, the cracked back bone across where my abuser kept separating with a knife - I don't care how he did it, it still has an impact. This quick release pill is the deal. I wouldn't suggest a different one because I need the fast acting so I can keep up my pace.
I'm pretty spry and singing definitely keeps my body rolling like a smooth machine being greased to its originality. Along with the extra greasing of these pills, with singing this is workable. I've been taking extra collagen, fish oil pills, and flax seed oil pills. My insurance covers a lot of these. I want to suggest if you're low on money, the dollar tree will carry a lighter version of a lot of these. For a few dollars a month you can have serious relief and function normally enough in your brain until you find the best option for yourself. I know I can't live without the glucosamine. It helps where my head has been hit so many times after a few days without it I could have seizures. So thanks to my music on my merry way!!
My many greats grandmother's Crest, Grandma Jeanne Rouleau, who married Nicolas Baillargeon, whom I was named after. My mom was very close to Rose Brule, my great grandmother on my dad's side, her mom Jane St. Laurent, her mom, Zoe Baillargeon.
Maybe my great grandfather was called a cult because we had royalty killed in our family in France in the 1500's, Rouleau and Baillargeon, and repeated in marriage, same names, in the New France, in the 1600's.
A club is formed. Ancestors came from out of the woods of St. Zenon, Canada two to three for the formation. Parties were merry in the club. Children non related began to disappear.
Flash forward to Present.
An affair erupts in one of the cult's loving families. Deceit and lies lead to one of their own unborn ending up in a garbage basket for the cult. The baby's blood is celebrated. The repercussions are insurmountable. It's found out that the baby was of blood and murdered by their own. The grandfather finds out his daughter was always his and that his grandchild was the one murdered. He takes the planned hit for his daughter but too early in another crossfire before telling everyone of the triangle of deceit and vengeance committed upon her was a mistake. He falls on steps in dismay. His daughter reaches to his hand by his side in his hospital bed as he fights for his life in a coma. The nurses keep her away planned by the authority friends of the cult. The father screams out inside himself to reach to her. She runs continuously trying to reach to him. It's what is done now that changes to this.
I happened to come upon Virginia's message and the need to relate it:
A Woman Hero to Look Upon
by 'Lori Jean' Finnila
Virginia Woolf feels we have no
tradition to draw on.
the females are basically without a tradition to draw upon,” by Virginia in 1929.
At this moment
it made me want to sweep and make this feeling known, or to have a
feeling opposite to this. I felt quick in my mind at that moment
contrary to this. Though the answers don't come in form, I feel
positive it's there-of course in my state this is ordinary. I just
need to find it.
I feel here:
tradition to draw from
clear, you can't see it
it has to
come from me to clear up any confusion
repertua of healing, perhaps always been there, but from me as well,
it could be.
I think it's
mind. The strongest. Though it doesn't stop physical pain,
ordinarily-though I'm one known to this, it appears to move mountains
in our minds. The strongest objects that seem to be where it places
us with security. I have reiterated this for you, Virginia.
Heather. “Contact Us.” The
Myriad: Westminster's Interactive Academic Journal,
Virginia. A Room of
One's Own. Harcourt,
Inc.: San Diego, 1989.
Check out my Great Grandma Rose Asiala, whom by the way descended to a Champion long jumper, Aarre Asiala in Finland. She married Robert Finnila, my dad's name too, or was, and was originally Fenela. Cool huh. Keep you posted for more.