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….But God, how I read!
Article by Claudette J. Young
Floating around our oceans is a small menace that can return itself to its infancy.
Turritopsis nutricula (Turri-top-sis nu-trick-u-la) is a hydrozoan jellyfish and the only known jellyfish that can deliberately go back to its polyp stage repeatedly. This ability also makes it a potential menace worldwide. Turritopsis nutricula begins life as a polyp (a tiny seed of life) that attaches itself to a piece of coral or rock. It grows there until it reaches maturity when it grows delicate but deadly tentacles. [Then does it all over again.]
These clear-bodied examples of floating poison are the only known immortal animal on the planet. During adulthood an unknown event triggers a regeneration response in the jellyfish. Unlike other animals, like salamanders that regenerate a specific part of their bodies, Turritopsis nutricula returns itself to its polyp stage of development, reattaches to a piece of coral, etc. and starts life again. Generations of their offspring remain to grow, too. Unless killed by a predator, they keep living their lives over and over. Experts believe this repeat performance can happen indefinitely.
Researchers know that the mechanism for the rejuvenation process is genetic, but the ultimate trigger for that process still stumps the experts. The increasing numbers of the jellyfish species alarm the world’s fishing industry. Researchers and environmentalists are as alarmed as fisherman. These jellies have few predators, which have dwindling numbers. The neuron-toxin carried in their tentacles works on most fish.
These ordinary Caribbean jellyfish now live in ocean waters from the Artic to the Southern Ocean, and can also tolerate fresh water. Experts and fisherman fear that the world’s oceans might become this jelly’s Never Never Land. [Reference to a Peter Pan’s movie ]….Only time and research will provide the end to this tale.
READING THIS, I WONDER IF SCIENTIFICS HAS USED THIS TO EXPLORE THE POSSIBILITY OF US AS HUMANS TO HAVE A RARE CHANCE AT REGENERATING OURSELVES BACK TO A MUCH YOUNGER STAGE AS THESE JELLYFISH CAN DO. HAVE WE FOUND THE SO CALLED “FOUNTAIN OF YOUTH”. WHAT IF WE EAT THE JELLYFISH? WILL THEIR YOUTH SECRET BE HIDDEN IN THEIR NEURO-TOXINS, AND WILL THAT HARM US OR MAYBE MAKE US YOUNG AND WHO KNOWS IMMORTALS TOO?
JUST A THOUGHT, MY OWN UNEDUCATED RANDOM AND CRAZY HYPOTHESIS.
This was a total different article but I began seeing in the news and on social media how people treat their pets, better than other humans and even better than their relatives, and how they rather care for pets than raising children and I could only conclude that they are totally obsessed and that even though I too have pets, my children are number one in my house. And I would rather feed a homeless than a stray dog. I rather take a poor neighbor for dinner into my home that taking in a stray dog. But here in America and worldwide too people think having a pet pooping in a diaper or bad inside your Louis Vuitton, Gucci, or fake Prada is a sign of status and $$$ and walking with a children on tow is a sign of decadense and not chick. How stupid and fakes have we all become?
My dear and blessed son,
Lying here on this bed I’m suddenly surprised
and happily startled by your presence .
I feel you moving between my ribs.
I feel you moving inside my tummy
and my belly feels now a little wider
I turn to the side
to make more room on my tummy for you.
I feel you move too and I put my left hand
over my rounded belly turning protuberant
and I notice my navel, that’s almost blue.
How much it has changed since I’m expecting you.
I wonder how will you look? I hope not like this!
My stomach son is now so big.
It has grown few centimeters
I can tell you are comfy and OK.
I suddenly get startled to see how you move
and change places so fast
inside my of belly fat
as if you were swimming or floating.
Maybe you are trying some dance moves.
Like your dad.
He is learning to dance
My dear God, I cannot believe
That there’s this a life in here, growing inside of me.
My 3rd and last child. My boy!
I thought two was enough, and that I
couldn’t have no more.
Maybe I’ll go later on for the fourth.
My dear dearest son,
I noticed that you prefer resting
on my left side.
And a wide smile escapes me
each time you move around
and punch and kick.
I think you will be a lefty like me!
I rub you and give you a soft pat again
then I turn gently to the other side
that you so much like.
Oh, look baby what I’ve done.
My poor belly has changed so much,
I look like the bottom of the Eiffel Tower itself.
Again I was surprised by the new life
I had moving inside.
Moving me. Changing me.
God was Blessing me
For a third time with a child. A boy!
But damn my tragic luck!
I think we will not get to meet each other son.
I know I do not deserve any of you.
The Dr. clearly said,
that sadly my body could not hold you in me
For very much longer.
May be I could try to keep you in me for few days,
With no exercise, no walking, no play!
He believed it was to soon,
“After that accident, what could we expect?”
But I don’t give up son. I’m expecting you!
Hang in there tight!
Baby we are in for a long ride…
And I prayed. And I prayed. We all prayed.
And blessed the grace of God!
He talked to me, it was a dream
But he promised and assured me
that I will have you very soon with me,
healthy and alive,
rocking you in my arms.
And held on, you didn’t die.
Amen. I bless you my God
For saving me my son.
Yes everything then was a false alarm.
And I gave birth to you
my gifted and blessed son,
with all your might, determined and strong,
you were happily born
and soon calling me Mom!!!
Soon it will be your 17 birthday,
that we have spent together
and will for many many more years
My beautiful miracle.
Kenneth, that means Brave and guardian dog.
You will watch for us, your sisters and our home.
Thanks for this beautiful magnificent gift!
My 3 children together.
My soul revived, cleaned, ironed and saved.
And their dad. My husband. My love!
For all, specially our son, Thank you humbly my dear God!
***And today you’re 16 years old. Almost 17!
What a blessing to have you with us every day
In our lives. We love you greatly son!
With so much love,
By Evelyn Rodriguez-Lallave
And today I feel broken
Broken into million pieces of paper
that I can’t even begin to describe
or glue them back to be my old self.
So I began to smoke and drink again,
Which is not the only thing
that would make me feel
better about myself
but is the only thing
that could make it so much better if
It weren’t for this pain.
For this crawling anger inside my brain.
The smoke fogs my thoughts
And numbs the pain but it don’t last long.
And I become afraid
To forget who I am
Or who I was.
I become afraid of letting out
this hysterical laugh
That is mysteriously creeping on me
and you are asleep
So I cry instead.
I cry because I’m angry.
Because I feel we are both broken
And you are to blind to see it
Or to numb to feel it.
But being broken hurts.
So I get mad.
And I lose myself in my own
Crawling creeping anger
And I laugh it off
and I cry for both of us
Smoke bubbles to your face.
Because people break….