Cheri Sutherland

The late Bill Rich, often referred to as “The MSM King,” figured out how to heal the very serious burn scarring which had gone from his ankle up to his knee on one leg.

The burn had occurred when his snubnose fan was in an accident in the van caught fire.

He couldn’t get out of the van until rescue arrived and by that time the skin on one leg had been very badly burned.

I knew Bill well and Hhe had been one of my cluclients, when I was working as a full-time natural health consultant. I learned a lot from him and he learned a bit from me.

Bill had been a Volkswagen mechanic but the scarring on his leg was so painful and unyielding that this tough little man would be in tears by the time he walked from the service bay to the parts area and back. He had to giveup his job.

I truly believe there are no coincidences. He was meant to discover what MSM could do. He was given a job sitting behind a desk in a tiny store front and he was the guy who took your money when people came to buy some health products.

DMSO was fairly new on the market back then, and MSM is what might be called an offshoot of that. MSM is a powder. It has other hellful uses bur I’ll should probably confine my gobby self to the scsr issue-lol.

I’ll keep the story as short as I can. Bill started mixing MSM powder with a high-quality food grade skin cream. He had nothing better to do in the long hours in between customers, so he would sit there and rub it on that burned leg every day to see if it could help.

It took time, but bit by bit the scar was replaced by healthy pink tissue. And by the time that had met him and was working with him, all that was left of that entire scarring was a very, very tiny light pink line. You had to look hard to see it.

MSM powder has to be mixed thoughtfully because it will take, much like DMSO, any impurities that it’s mixed with right into your bloodstream.

So you would want, I would say, a food ingredient, quality cream.

Bill had also sustained, I believe, a badly broken toe in the accident, but they were so horrified over his leg that no one bothered to check out his feet.

The toe where it joined his foot periodically bothered him for the rest of his life. When I would walk in to see him, he would have me go out to the showroom and pull off some MSM powder and a bottle of his high grade lotion. I would mix the two right in my hands and then slather it into the foot which was hurting. It always helped him.

He was walking, talking Proof that MSM can heal scar tissue.

That would be my best recommendation. I send
you my love and my best healing wishes.

Oops (blush).

The overly literal “dummy” I was referring to…is ME.

Struggling to complete my two cents’ worth on smallish cell phone screen, with cell phone’s alarm going off reminding me to take a time sensitive pill right then was what caused the lapse in an explanation.

I would never want to refer to my fellow Permies as overly literal dummies (cringe). But as for me, I definitely struggle with that, and sometimes utterly misinterpret something that was said or described.

Small example of potential for embarrassment: over 50 years ago now, in a college science class lecture being conducted in an auditorium.

The professor started out by introducing himself, and in his introduction (back in the ‘60’s), he mentioned that he had a hog.

Intensely interested, I raised my hand, wanting to ask him what kind of a hog.

Fortunately, others also had questions, and he dd not call on me. I slumped down in my seat, embarrassed and feeling like a total dummy, and so grateful that I had not been called upon and become the laughing stock of the entire auditorium when it transpired that the professor’s “hog” was his way if trying to appear hip and cool to his students by referring to his Harley-Davidson that way.

Actually, I was aware of the term, my recently become former spouse and I having ridden often with one of the chapters of the Hell’s Angels. Former spouse’s family was on a first name basis with Sonny Barger (no one ever referred to him as Ralph that I ever heard).

And me, a straight, clean young woman (too young) who had nothing in common with these folks except the ability to remain firmly on the back of a motorcycle-lol.

Like Bilbo Baggins, it seems that I too am someone to which things happen. However a rich past has not improved the disability of taking communications too literally and heading off n entirely the wrong direction far too often-sigh. Probably no hope for improvement in the future either as I find myself at 75 years young and counting.

Hence, my hope for such clearly drawn, straight forward step-by-step instructions on willow feeders that even I cannot misunderstand.

(p.s. All I can do is try to treat others and oneself gently, and reverse direction with as much grace as possible whenever a course correction is needed-lol.)

I too would appreciate s kickstarter for a comprehensive willow feeder how-to. Particularly for one in the house.

Hopefully including lots of step-by-step plan images (for dummies who struggle with being too literal when it comes to words). A series of pictures to enhance a text description is invaluable.

Another item on my wishlist would be to nclude a big list of different additives that can be combined with the poop. So everyone could hopefully find at least one thing on the list that they have access to in their part of the world.

And how to endure that there is no smell in the room of the house with the willow feeder in it. Obviously, one won’t have any areas in the siding for a breeze to blow through -lol.

Thanks, Nicole!!!

Yes, you were spot on. I followed your advice and discovered that I had already purchased this great little book in July!

Well, two extra purchases can be my way of cheering Raven on.

It’s a bit odd to discover what “chemo brain” means by living it. Months and months after the gruelling battle and after being declared “in remission” (which I choose to believe is a permanent remission), I am still not back to my former problem solving brain power. I will probably continue to become bumfuzzled and flummoxed for a bit longer.

We are the dedicated ants. Either with shoulders to those rubber tree plants, trying to move them (as the Bing Crosby lyrics go) , or accumulating tge vital information for the day when we can put our shoulder to the rubber tree plants to learn and world!

Thank you to the dedicated and hard working Permies staff and the contributors! Many, including me learn new things every day!

Okay, I made a boo-boo - lol. I hope you can fix this for me. And I apologise for the boo-boo!

I wasn't sure with the "gift" verbage on Raven's book offer whether I would receive the .pdf as well as the giftee. I have the curse of being too literal and was bumfuzzled by the only button to buy indicating this would be a gift for someone.

Well, any road, I ordered a copy and then checked my email to see whether I also had received a copy. No.

Okay, being terribly excited about receiving this information, I ordered another copy, putting my name as the giftee. So I was the giftee AND the gift-er on this one.

A little later, acknowledgements arrived regarding both copies ordered. And two emails, each with the link to get the .pdf.

But I have bamboozled the system, it seems. No matter which of the links in the two separate emails (for the two separate orders) I click, the system will not deliver because it senses a "duplicate."

I feel like a moose on a disco floor. A bit clumsy and just a little bit silly.

Hoping to be rescued and very embarrassed,
Cheri

p.s. I'm cheering Raven on, hoping that she will decide to write an expanded version using food as household cleaners. I would DEFINITELY purchase a copy if she does, and next time I promise to try very hard not to bamboozle the system again!

No matter where we lived when I was growing up, dad always built a little pond with a pipe that dripped water onto cement and a few rocks. Si the drip was multiplied by each rock with its own drips. Finally the drips went into the pond.

Always fascinated and drew all kinds of birds in every make and model - lol.

There was rarely a time during daylight when there weren’t any birds who had been drawn by the sound, and then stayed for a drink or to splash around in one of the shallow parts of tge little waterfall. The waterfall structure of rock and cement was only about 24” high. The pond was usually about 5’ long and not very wide-in some places we lived dad made it smaller.

He only put a drain into the last one after us kids had grown up. Before that, he had excited kids to bale out the swampy-smelling water. I recall that “getting to” clean out the pond and become covered in green slime was one of the highlights of our summer.

Build it, and they will come! (Meaning build a dripping feature with rocks to perch on where the they can grab the drips to drink, and one or more shallow indentations for birds to splash around).

Rooibos tea. Pleasant taste, high in anti-oxidants too. We often make ours with multiple tea bogs in a gallon jar of water, placed in bright sun during summer months.

Back in “the ild days” people got together often. Most attended a church and I ts social functions, whether they were devout or merely showed up regularly. For instance, 90% of Americans in the early 1900’s attended a church or synagogue.
Many folks attended dances often and engaged in doing good works with others. The benefits of this social network were that single people came together to DO SOMETHING together. It offered the opportunity to get to know others better without force ng one to commit to a date or dating, then have one or the other stuck with the stress and embarrassment of seeing too many red flags and having to pull the plug on the relationship which was springing from bud to bloom too quickly.

When singles are doing something, they can more safely check out and get to know singles  if the opposite sex without thee major pitfalls of the kinds of messes that befall singles these days.

The old social way of life provided a sort of shopping opportunity. It could often also give some protection as over time itt exposd the users and abusers to full view, if they stuck around a community long enough.

There were downsides, such as too few sngles n an area.

These days fewer foljs are going to church, engaging in clubs or dancng. We are sitting 🪑 n front of oyr computers ir cell phones at hime. It us all too much easy to misrepresent oneself  to others. Even some folks in jail jump on dating sites. It’s a jungle out there when you can even find a single to respond. And then, it’s a no  holds barred event and let the buyer beware!

The old methods still hold the best hope. Any productive venue where folks gather for a
reason, to DO SOMETHING together. A common  interest. Church with its social activities. Dances. AA meetings. A civic group. Dance lessons. Any sort if lessons. Clubs. Re-enactment groups. Somewhere where people actually gather physically rather than a digital mage
online. Save the online chats for the non-dating
part of your life.

This is just the ideas and opinions of a woman born back in “the olden days” (1949)…an intrepid 73 year young gal who has gone down
plenty of blind alleys in life and barked down too many dry wells (grin). Dating is not for  the faint of heart these days!

I use straw bales which don’t require bending over to tend. If one has a handicap, someone else may need to deliver the balesand set them up on their narrow side.

There is an excellent book on straw bale gardening which has guided my efforts. The bales don’t need weeding after “conditioning has heated and killed any seeds they might contain, rhey self-fertilize the plants (once they’ve been “conditioned”) and provide mulch to retain moisture on hot days. They are eady to fit up with a support system for climbing plants or to wrap plastic around to make a mini greenhouse in spring and fall.

Folks in wheelchairs can easily tend a strawbale garden.

For inquiring minds, the book I’ve used which has provided a wildly successful start this year to the veggie garden is “Straw Bake Gardens” by Joel Karsten.

The book also shows how to make your iwn straw bales from weeds with instructions on how to build the tamper to compact things.

(One photo from my garden with the folding chair..the rest courtesy of the book)

Hi all…Sheepspot.com gives info on the rare and endangered breeds of sheep which used to be mainstays for clothing and coarser fibers.

The Southdown breed produces a very doft “nice next to the skin) wool which resists feltng or breakage. I buy my Southdiwn “too” (ready to spin) blended with 35% bombyx silk and already dyed in attractive colours from Sheepspot and spin the sock yarn.

For years I bought commercially spun merino wool sock yarn (with the additional merino/nylon for years and years) but merino simply cannot stand up to the hard wear and tear and washings. Yet most who knit sicks don’t know that Southdown is so hardy and enduring and when blended with 25% silk, is the best option out there for natural fiber socks! I like spinning and knitting, but hate darning socks and I bet most others feel similarly. The downside of the Southdown/silk prepared top? It’s not exactly cheap. I hope to be able to keep some Southdown sheep in future as their fleece is so soft yet sturdy. (They are good for meat as well). They’re a U.K. breed by the way.