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Herbal Lyme Practitioner Training,
Treating Lyme and Co infections
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Tentatively rescheduled for November 13, 14, 15, 2020.
Edinburgh, Scotland
A unique event for medical herbalists, naturopaths and medical practitioners to gain in-depth training into the herbal treatment of Lyme disease and
its co-infections.
 Lead speaker, clinical herbalist Julie McIntyre has specialized in Lyme disease for 15 years and helped around 10,000 people with Lyme. She brings a depth of experience and insight into the protocols, herbs, supplements and support treatments that have helped recovery, with a deep empathy for the plight of patients.
Also speaking will be Dr Jack Lambert, an infectious disease specialist, on working with antibiotics and herbs, and Dr Armin Schwarzbach on understanding and interpreting test results. Organized by research herbalist Monica Wilde, this is also an excellent opportunity to meet other herbalists working in this area who are happy to share their experiences, and to join a cross-practice clinical trial to measure the outcomes for patients.
Please note that this particular event is only suitable for certified practitioners and not for patients seeking to know more about Lyme disease. For more information about patient events please join the Facebook group /LymeDiseaseAlba.
For detailed description, contact information and registration → Eventbrite.co.uk/e/herbal-lyme-practitioner-training
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THE PEACEFUL WARRIOR
~Trishuwa
We came to an accommodation.
It was a practical decision
once we came to realize
that our primary goal
was to stay alive.
The warrior became the peaceful warrior.
The passion for intense fiery action
was not diminished, just redirected.
Violence no longer served being as alive as possible.
Alive with passion that could not be denied.
The fiery pursuit of acting and
reaction in service to passionate expression.
Morality was maintained my the other
which I call me but that is a falsehood.
We were just denying the necessity of one another.
Split in two there was disorder
and a dampening of life force.
Neither of us was satisfied.
MOTIONLESS IN MOONLIGHT
~Stephen Harrod Buhner
TASTE OF WILD WATER
There is no place you are not seen.
It is no secondhand God
but the stones under your feet, The tree leaning casual
in shadows,
the wolf motionless
in moonlight,
your own soul
standing silent in darkness next to your unconscious self
that see you,
 all of you.
In spite of your
thinking
yourself safely invisible,
these beings, their lives, pull,
tug,
at your tethers,
and call you back
to suckle in leaf-dappled shadow, at the ancient breast that suckled humans long before Jesus
saw light of day,
or palmed iron,
or Buddha sat,
or ate mushrooms,
or man walked
on the moon.
FOUR OF CUPS - ISOLATION
~Ellen Lorenzi-Prince
THE TAROT OF THE CRONE
I stand alone
Gazing at the horizon, I know
All that I have lost
And all that remains
Only my self
 POEM OF REMEMBERING
~Trishuwa
Who is this person
that knows so much?
She wears my clothes.
Where are her robes,
her jewels, her oils
of sweet scents?
I will dress her, anoint her
as she desires.
Will she look back in the mirror
at this one who has stolen her clothes?
I will wear her true nature.
Perhaps we will become as one.
 WHEN COYOTE~Will Staple
when coyote
is dropped out of an airplane
on a moonless winter night
does he land on his feet?
no.
on his heart.
 Broken after the fall I find my heart, the heart of courage and love of life. Like Coyote truth and love capture my imagination. I am not broken, just seasoned by living. I piece together the shards of sorrow, the fragments of my battered heart. I find joy. At least for today and tomorrow, and tomorrow.
And Raven says, I live alone, I shelter with family. I live with birth and death. I spread my wings and shelter you.
~Trishuwa
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 Coronovirus Protocol Stephen Harrod Buhner
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PLANT-BASED INTERVENTIONS
FOR CORONAVIRUS (SARS-COV-2) (And the Necessity for Sophisticated, Organ-Specific Treatments) Stephen Harrod Buhner
The illness went on and on. The symptoms changed, it was like an advent calendar, every day there was a surprise, something new. A muggy head; acutely painful calf; upset stomach; tinnitus; pins and needles; aching all over; breathlessness; dizziness; arthritis in my hands; weird sensation in the skin with synthetic materials. Gentle exercise or walking made me worse – I would feel absolutely dreadful the next day.
Paul Garner, Professor of Infectious Diseases, Liverpool School of Tropical Medicine
It’s like nothing I’ve ever seen before.
Nick Caputo, MD
This article is going to go into quite a bit more depth than the one I posted the first of March, 2020 – nevertheless, it will not be nearly so complete as my work on the Lyme-group of organisms. And while I will list a number of journal papers and articles in the reference section, it will be far less
comprehensive than those included in my medical herbals. Still, this should give a decent overview with better complexity about what is now known and how treatment can best be approached with herbal medicines. (Though, of course, things will continue to develop as 2 more is learned about SARS-CoV-2. . . . Btw, the virus that causes the infection is called SARSCoV-2, the infection it causes is Covid-19, which I think is really stupid and confusing and serves no really useful purpose. However, Covid-19, as a number of ill-informed pundits have had it, does not mean that there were 18 Covids before 19. It refers to the COronaVIrus Disease of 2019, usually written COVID-19.)
Note: I promised myself after I finished the last of the five highly technical medical herbals I wrote that I would never do another one. Regrettably, the coronavirus has necessitated a return to that world. When writing those books I spent six months, 6-10 hours a day, six days a week researching and integrating the research until I achieved a holistic gestalt of the organisms involved and the plants and protocols that could treat them. Given the state of things, I feel compelled to do things a bit more quickly with the coronavirus, as many in the medical community are doing, in order for people to have access to reality-based herbal protocols to help them through this pandemic we are experiencing. What you are getting here will lack the polishing and depth interconnectedness that is present in those other books. In essence, this is pretty much what those other books looked like two months into the research and writing. I will update this as I can and as more information and insight on the virus is available
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 Pandemic A Personal Reflection
by Trishuwa
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PANDEMIC
Personal Experience
The thin line between life and death is fraying.
It is a delicate time.
In the morning just past sleep I put on my worldly persona, my identity, a constructed affect that I hope people will identify with. I hope they will care about me and know that I care about them. My worldly identity I call my robe. It is my history, my life experience. A robe of patches. Each patch a memory or series of connected memories. They live in my body. I embroider each patch with my response birthed by my memories. Some patches are very intricate. I interact with people wearing this robe. (When greeting the non-human or invisible world of spirit I am not robed. Somehow I don’t think hey care about robes or intricate embroidery.)
My identity evolves, mutates with the passing of time. I incorporate the changes by creating new patches sewn together with thread spun of desires and needs. I cling to life and hope to avoid death or abandonment.
Are they the same?
It is not my time to die or be alone I tell myself. I put on my robe assured it will give me what I want, what I believe will make me safe and loved. Dedication, commitment and perseverance have honed my identity. The child inside of me lives protected. She believes in the robe. Delusional yes, but the little one inside of me is desperate, in combat to save her life and ensure a happy future.
Thinking positive only goes so far.
Separation
First Stage of a Rite of Passage
Self Isolating, sheltering or lockdown is a severing, a separation. The extent of this separation differs from person to person. For me I am in quarantine, avoiding all contact.
Feeling small and alone I did not want to accept the chaos, fear and loss of control that the two-legged population of Mother Earth is experiencing. I grew weary and heart-sickened. I fantasized. Covid-19 would disappear somehow and I would once again enjoy my former life. I clicked on site after site, taking in news programs that might alleviate or mirror back something that momentarily brought calm.
In the beginning, each morning I brewed my cup of tea and would eagerly turn on my computer. The outstretched hand of another was the blink of the  screen, my whole body connecting with another through a screen. For the day I would abandon my unadorned, undefended self.
After two weeks I rationed my computer time. I discovered well reasoned and researched periodicals, news reports and broadcasts. They did not report absolute solutions, solutions that would end suffering and lonely deaths.
I was not surprised.
I ate too much, filling my body with food, hungry for companionship. I watched movie after movie, always ones that had uplifting endings. I made lists of unfinished projects. This went on for some time but really it was only two weeks. I lost track of time as one does on a vision quest. I begin to think in days, sunrise, day, sunset, night, the waxing and waxing of the moon, a sunny day, a cloudy day. I began to believe I could live this way in a forever mythic time, separate from human companionship. My feelings, my senses are a steady undercurrent washing away my hysterics.
Threshold or Transition
Second Stage of a Rite of Passage
I am not where I was and not where I will be.
Not in the before time or the time to follow, I began to give myself ‘growth’ assignments; reading,  meditating on my cushion or praying with my pipe, a walk on a mountain trail not frequented by furless, two-leggeds. I was seeking a feeling of peace and control.
I called it balance.
What occurred, and continues, is a reliving of all the things that I have not examined; hurts, suffering, anger and justifications for immature unkind behaviors. Of course I did not want to deeply examine.
Are you crazy?
I felt tricked. But I was committed to my quarantine and my life passing before me seemed unavoidable. I was and am crossing a threshold and entering into the unknown of me, of our world, this universe. i am afraid. My robe of identity is being altered or caste off. I have worked all my life to craft this robe, perfect my presentation to the world without realizing that part of me was concealed, raw and naked. My true self was hidden. I had pretended my robe was the true me. Each patch was beautiful or was when I created it.
It’s called denial.
Then one morning laying in bed on the other edge of sleep moving into consciousness I accepted my day. There would be no knock on the door, no trip to a friends, a favorite restaurant or a visit from my son. My adorned self would not be reflected back by another. I missed the reassurance of being seen, liked, cared about. I slipped into loneliness just shy of self pity. It had only been four weeks. I was not suffering, I had food, a beautiful nurturing home and was surrounded by beautiful mountains.
I am a slow learner but it goes deep.
I laughed, surprised that sound filled my bedroom. Today, like the weeks before I was not going out in the world. I might as well be the naked me, unconceal myself moment to moment. I come up against years of habit behaving in a manner that provides safety, a comfortable routine is ingrained in my body. Each day I resist putting on my worldly robe. But the unfamiliar of pandemic time motivates me to change, seducing me to go into a void.
The unknown
I can’t go back. Can any of us?
Reintegration
Third stage of a Rites of Passage
I am frail at this age but a fierceness lives in my body, my heart/mind. Integration by physically being with human community is not going to be for a while due to my life circumstances. Yes, I am integrating my insights by putting them into practice with phone calls, and various forms of social media. I am afraid of my own cowardice and clinging to something that no longer exists. Can I live freely unencumbered by false masks, an adapted identity. Each day, almost with each breath, I remind myself that I have people to love, things to give and gratefulness to be expressed and experienced. I want to be truly intimate with myself, to grow from the root of me.
I look to the trees,
the ancient ones that connect below to above.
I hear the words, ‘a new normal’ as people gradually begin to realize things are going to be different, real different.
Was there ever a normal anyway?
I have done my best to be normal and most people I know say I am not. I think this is a good thing. A deep bow to all of us who are not ‘normal.’ Maybe in our desire to fit in, create acceptable identity robes we will survive with renewed and enlivened love. Not sure there ever was anything like normal. We are all so unique and beautiful, especially our naked, unadorned, undefended self.
Surrender to your Rite of Passage.
Many years ago Sun Bear asked me this question, “Sister are you going to do this dance?” I don’t know all the steps, the beat, the music but I am going to do the dance. I will leave the earth having tried and finding joy in the dance.
Be well, see you soon.
Love, Trishuwa
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Vision and Consciousness in Plants 
Some Thoughts on the Recent Studies of Plant Neurobiologists
Stephen Harrod Buhner
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Entire Article on Stephen's Blog
Our tight co-evolution and the reliance of humans on plants to provide food, medicines, and recreational drugs might raise the question of who actually domesticated whom. Baluska and Mancuso
When I was researching the book that my publisher ultimately titled Plant Intelligence and the Imaginal Realm (authors rarely get to title their books) I ran across the work of Frantisek Baluska and Anthony Trewavas who are leading lights in the field of plant neurobiology. They, in fact, focus much of their work on plant intelligence and are quite unremitting in their poignant gentlemanly attacks on those they term “brain chauvinists.” I found them and their work to be some of the most exciting research I have had the pleasure to read.
After my book came out, I received a warm email from Baluska about the book and how much he liked it. Recently he wrote again, sending me links to five newer articles he had cowritten with other plant neurobiologists and researchers. I want to mention the rather mind- bending material in one of them but first I will list all five that he sent me as I think them all worth a read, especially for the quite fascinating insights they contain.
The articles are: Baluska and Mancuso. Plants, climate, and humans (Science and Society, EMBO Reports 21:e50109, 2020); Trewavas, Baluska, Mancuso, Calvo. Consciousness facilitates plant behavior (Trends in Plant Science 2019, prepress, thus no month, volume or number on my copy); Yokawa, Kagenishi, Baluska. Anesthetics, anesthesia, and plants (Trends in Plant Science, January 2019, vol 24, no. 1); Baluska and Reber, Sentience and consciousness in single cells: how the first minds emerged in unicellular species (BioEssays 2019, 41, 1800229); and the final one, which I will talk about a bit here, Baluska and Mancuso, Vision in Plants via Plant-Specific Ocelli (Trends in Plant Science, September 2016, vol 21, no. 9). Just a note: if you can’t access these through google scholar, you can certainly find what is called the doi number, which is almost always listed on the abstracts of the articles and then you can access the article you want through sci-hub (google it). Just type in the doi number on that site and there you go.
The article on vision in plants is not long but it is rather exceptional. Ocelli, defined, are considered to be  simple eyes or eye spots, which some life forms have instead of what we consider proper eyes to be, and which can perceive movement but nothing else. Baluska and Reber do a good job of bringing that simple belief into question, showing that in fact plants possess a rather remarkable capacity for vision in just the way we think of it, that in fact ocelli on the surface of plant leaves actually see the world in much the same way we do. (Which brings up the uncomfortable thought that when we eat plant leaves we are eating plant eyeballs.) They relate a rather remarkable story as an example.
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TAROT 
A MYSTICAL MAP
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The images stir the pot of primal instincts,
visions of Spirit worlds, wisdom of ancient sages,
and the dreams and heartbreaks
of the human journey.
Tarot is a doorway into awareness.
I see the teachings of the Medicine Wheel,
Buddhist tenets and the circle of life:
* All of our relations, human and non-human
* Ancestors who have gone on
* Spirit guides, the the invisible realm
* The universal web of life
* A path of incorporation of archetypes
The pictures captivate me. Each one has a story, a story that is part of everyone’s life. I experience the pictures as alive reflecting an essential part of who each of us is or how we respond to what life gives us.  There is the dark, the light, the journey. There are many maps that help us live a life with clarity, integrating receiving and giving with an open heart and a mature soul with strength of character. We need guides, maps, teachers. Tarot is one of my guides.
No one knows what the future holds. We are on the threshold of another time. This can be a rite of  passage into an awakened life. Life with a wholeness of heart, mind and spirit, our true identity, who we came here to be.
You can read more about Tarot on this web page and order a reading.Be well and safe,Trishuwa
Information and Ordering.
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Epilogue July 2012
What the The Future Holds
We live in interesting times. Although most of us, in the West, were trained to see the world around us as stable, unchanging year after year, that is an anomaly in the history of the planet. The Earth goes through long periods of stability, then, rather abruptly, things change. The ecological parameters of climate alter and I am not just talking about “climate change” here. Wind patterns shift, currents in the ocean change, animal migration patterns, rainfall, snowfall, soil composition, insect density, mouse populations, and so on — all of them shift. They shift for reasons that few reductionist scientists understand — or want to. There are patterns inside the living physical world that few of us look for or notice, invisible patterns, and upon them our survival depends.
We are just one part of that incredibly large, complex, deeply interwoven ecological scenario, one organism among trillions, interwoven into an ecological matrix that has lasted billions of years. We aren’t, and never have been, in charge. So, things change, as they are wont to do, and they are in the process of changing drastically. None of us will escape the consequences of it.
One of the consequences happens to be the emergence of new disease organisms, their unique movements through the ecological fabric of the world, and their infection of new species, most especially us.
The medical paradigm that most of us in the West know emerged out of certain historical context operating against the background of a stable ecosystem. It has been shaped by that unique situation and by the interests, and hubris, of powerful corporations, educational organizations, government bureaucracy, nongovernmental activist groups, and self-interested trade unions (i.e., medical doctors) — all of whom still assume the the planet is a stable background against which they can operate. It has most certainly not been shaped by the needs of those who become ill or a genuine understanding of disease organisms and the ecological matrix in which all life forms on this planet are embedded. For any one who looks, the fraying fabric of that stability is clear to see, and so also the crumbling of the Western medical paradigm.
The Western medical paradigm is failing. It is failing because it is inherently dysfunctional and most especially because it does not accurately understand the nature of disease, most especially the nature of the organisms it has considered responsible for most of those diseases. In the coming decades, within 10 years if  some bacterial and viral researchers are to be believed, we will see not only the emergence of microbial diseases more potent than any our species has heretofore experienced but the failure of most antimicrobial pharmaceuticals that medical science uses — primarily due to resistance problems. This means that the kind of complacency that has been in place for most of us through out most of our lives will have to change. We will no longer be able to go to a physician to cure microbial disease; we will be forced back on our own resources. This is a scary prospect for the emotionally dependent, which all of us have been, at one time or another, when it comes to illness.
And so, we enter difficult times. But as old systems fail, out of the shards, and out of the human capacity that our species has always possessed, we will, of necessity, create something new, something that really does work better and that does reflect the world in which we live more accurately, Ironically, that will include a return to plant medicines as our primary healing agents for infectious diseases.
Some of my ancestors, powerful political physicians, actively worked to destroy the Western tradition of herbal medicines, feeling that they were the outmoded and tragic remnants of a superstitious past. They felt that science would offer the answers, all the answers, that through science we could defeat all disease organisms on this planet. It is fascinating to me that in the midst of the failure of that utopian and very psychological projection the plants are returning once again to help us in our lives and with our diseases. They have been here 700 million years, some of them, others a mere 170 million. And they have learned a thing or two in that time. We, here a few hundred thousand years (or perhaps million or two if you take into account earlier expressions of Homo spp.), have a great many things yet to learn, among them humility. It is no accident, I suspect, that the Cherokee peoples have repeated a legend for generations to their children, a legend that tells of the time plants were asked by the animal and insects (whom the humans had harmed by their lack of awareness) to turn on humans and give them diseases (just as the animals and insects were doing). The plants thought it over and said, “No, we will not, for they are our children. And for every disease you create for them we will make a cure. And when they come to us in their need, we will help them.”
We will face difficult times, but interesting ones as well. A new paradigm of healing is emerging, one partly based in the older healing systems of the human species (including technological medicine) but one that also contains elements never known before. In your own genius resides aspects of the new paradigm. I invite you to bring it, in whatever form it manifests, into the world. We are all going to need each other’s help, you know, and we might as will start now.
In veriditas veritas
Silver City, New Mexico
July 2012
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 THERE WAS A DAY THAT I ALMOST DROVE OFF THE MESA AT 80 MILES AN HOUR
by Julie McIntyre
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This is a chapter in progress from my upcoming book: A Clinical Handbook for the Treatment of Lyme and Its Co- infections with Case Studies. This particular chapter is about burnout.
THERE WAS A DAY THAT I ALMOST DROVE OFF THE MESA AT 80 MILES AN HOUR
Julie McIntyre
The human mind, body and soul can only operate in crisis mode for so long before it crumbles and burns to ashes. Nik Redman
Archaeology of Burnout
I didn’t really consider that I might be taking my life as my foot slowly squeezed down on the accelerator. Wild Horse mesa is a stretch of flat section of paved road that circumvents the Gila valley over a thousand feet below. There are no guard rails on this stretch of road. I watched the speedometer inch up to 60, 70…80…miles an hour. I also watched my thoughts…memories, voices of loved ones, I saw all their faces…there would be nothing left after my 4-Runner hit the valley below and exploded…it would be a horribly unkind thing to leave them with…I just wanted how I was feeling to stop. I felt stuck, unable to move or change how my life was feeling, all claustrophobic and meaningless. I watched myself thinking these thoughts, felt my foot depress further, thinking I would need to swerve sharply and head for the edge soon or this moment would pass…why wasn’t I cranking the steering wheel to the right…I hate my life….it was full of despair.
I had lost meaning and thoughts of death were never far from me. Death can be chosen, it is a real human  possibility that I am certain each of us has considered to some degree. Vaclav Havel in Disturbing the Peace, says this about it, “Of course I’ve thought about it—many times—and in fact I still do, but probably only the way everyone who is capable of thought thinks about it.” He goes on to ask, “But what do we know about it? Do we have any right at all to take such a high and mighty attitude to something we haven’t known? (By this I don’t mean the act of suicide itself, but the particular grief that came before it, the depth of the suicide’s unhappiness, the depth of his inability to live with this unhappiness.)”
I saw the window for driving off closing as I approached the forest. I was growing increasingly numb and dissociated from the approaching decision and then…my foot eased off the accelerator. Voices of loved ones…all that I knew about the will to live and the meaning of life began to replace the feelings of stuckness and a way through began to emerge. I arrived home and sat with my love and told him. It was important to say it out loud. To expose the would be secret. To remove the option and begin to do something different.
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About this Blog:
TRISHUWA
ONGOING
 Personal Mentoring & Spiritual CounselingEVERYTHING IN LIFE IS ABOUT RELATIONSHIP. WE ARE INTERDEPENDENT, PART OF A UNIVERSAL, ORGANIC, EVER-CHANGING WHOLE.
Intimacy with myself and all life is my spiritual devotion. Helping others to deepen their awareness and expand their ability to be intimate with all life, human and non-human is my joy and my commitment. These times are challenging. Perhaps I can help.
~Trishuwa
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This includes six beautiful PDF’s of your tarot Spread
and a recorded interpretation.
PDF’S ARE 1. An Overview2. Predominant Life Energy Influences3. Psychological, Emotional, Senses Influences.4. Karmic, Spiritual Influences.5. One of Two Possible Choices, This Outcome could lead to the Second Outcome or Manifest Independently.6. One of Two Possible Outcome, This Outcome supported if other Outcome is Experienced % Integrated.
EARTH ASTROLOGY
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YOU RECEIVE a PDF of the chart, the tarot cards and my recorded interpretation via email. You are able to download it onto your computer and look at the chart and tarot cards while you listen to the mp3 as often as you like.
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