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dancehallyogi:

Kabaka Pyramid, Protoje & Chronixx
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dancehallyogi:

Kabaka Pyramid, Protoje & Chronixx

boom…

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rawlivingfoods:

The Soursop fruit from the Graviola tree is a miraculous natural cancer killer - 10,000 times stronger than Chemotherapy.
A study published in the Journal of Natural Products, following a recent study conducted at Catholic University of South Korea stated that one chemical in Graviola was found to selectively kill colon cancer cells at “10,000 times the potency of the commonly used chemotherapy drug Adriamycin.”
Research shows that with extracts from this miraculous tree it’s now possible to:
Attack cancer safely and effectively with an all-natural therapy that does not cause extreme nausea, weight loss and hair loss.
Protect your immune system and avoid deadly infections.
Feel stronger and healthier throughout the course of the treatment.
Boost your energy and improve your outlook on life.
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rawlivingfoods:

The Soursop fruit from the Graviola tree is a miraculous natural cancer killer - 10,000 times stronger than Chemotherapy.

A study published in the Journal of Natural Products, following a recent study conducted at Catholic University of South Korea stated that one chemical in Graviola was found to selectively kill colon cancer cells at “10,000 times the potency of the commonly used chemotherapy drug Adriamycin.”

Research shows that with extracts from this miraculous tree it’s now possible to:

  • Attack cancer safely and effectively with an all-natural therapy that does not cause extreme nausea, weight loss and hair loss.
  • Protect your immune system and avoid deadly infections.
  • Feel stronger and healthier throughout the course of the treatment.
  • Boost your energy and improve your outlook on life.

Read More

ancient-serpent:

Mezquita de Cordoba, Spain

ancient-serpent:

Mezquita de Cordoba, Spain

ogamiii:

Ellen Rogers - Rapine (2011)

ogamiii:

Ellen Rogers - Rapine (2011)

Holy War / Terrorist / Unicorn exploison is not Jihad

For stereotypes of the word Jihad, after this good looking photoset, I expect you to take a note of this and don’t ever be ignorant again. Thanks.

B E U T Y
Kabaka Pyramid - Free from chains

B E U T Y

Kabaka Pyramid - Free from chains

whitecolonialism:

April 17, 1961: The Bay of Pigs Invasion Begins. 

On this day in history, Cuban exiles trained and funded by the United States Central Intelligence Agency (CIA), led an invasion against Cuba with the intention of overthrowing the leader of the Cuban Revolution Fidel Castro. Under the leadership of Fidel Castro, the Cuban Armed Forces defeated the invaders within three days and Fidel Castro’s fight against American imperialism gained momentum throughout Latin America.

“No nation in Latin America is weak, because each forms a part of a family of 200 million brothers, who suffer the same miseries, who harbor the same sentiments, who have the same enemy, who dream about the same better future, and who count upon the solidarity of all honest men and women throughout the world.”

- Che Guevara, December 11, 1964, 19th General Assembly of the United Nations in New York. 

here is a tribe in Africa where the birth date of a child is counted not from when they were born, nor from when they are conceived but from the day that the child was a thought in its mother’s mind. And when a woman decides that she will have a child, she goes off and sits under a tree, by herself, and she listens until she can hear the song of the child that wants to come. And after she’s heard the song of this child, she comes back to the man who will be the child’s father, and teaches it to him. And then, when they make love to physically conceive the child, some of that time they sing the song of the child, as a way to invite it.And then, when the mother is pregnant, the mother teaches that child’s song to the midwives and the old women of the village, so that when the child is born, the old women and the people around her sing the child’s song to welcome it. And then, as the child grows up, the other villagers are taught the child’s song. If the child falls, or hurts its knee, someone picks it up and sings its song to it. Or perhaps the child does something wonderful, or goes through the rites of puberty, then as a way of honoring this person, the people of the village sing his or her song.In the African tribe there is one other occasion upon which the villagers sing to the child. If at any time during his or her life, the person commits a crime or aberrant social act, the individual is called to the center of the village and the people in the community form a circle around them. Then they sing their song to them.The tribe recognizes that the correction for antisocial behavior is not punishment; it is love and the remembrance of identity. When you recognize your own song, you have no desire or need to do anything that would hurt another.And it goes this way through their life. In marriage, the songs are sung, together. And finally, when this child is lying in bed, ready to die, all the villagers know his or her song, and they sing—for the last time—the song to that person.You may not have grown up in an African tribe that sings your song to you at crucial life transitions, but life is always reminding you when you are in tune with yourself and when you are not. When you feel good, what you are doing matches your song, and when you feel awful, it doesn’t. In the end, we shall all recognize our song and sing it well. You may feel a little warbly at the moment, but so have all the great singers. Just keep singing and you’ll find your way home.

here is a tribe in Africa where the birth date of a child is counted not from when they were born, nor from when they are conceived but from the day that the child was a thought in its mother’s mind. And when a woman decides that she will have a child, she goes off and sits under a tree, by herself, and she listens until she can hear the song of the child that wants to come. And after she’s heard the song of this child, she comes back to the man who will be the child’s father, and teaches it to him. And then, when they make love to physically conceive the child, some of that time they sing the song of the child, as a way to invite it.

And then, when the mother is pregnant, the mother teaches that child’s song to the midwives and the old women of the village, so that when the child is born, the old women and the people around her sing the child’s song to welcome it. And then, as the child grows up, the other villagers are taught the child’s song. If the child falls, or hurts its knee, someone picks it up and sings its song to it. Or perhaps the child does something wonderful, or goes through the rites of puberty, then as a way of honoring this person, the people of the village sing his or her song.



In the African tribe there is one other occasion upon which the villagers sing to the child. If at any time during his or her life, the person commits a crime or aberrant social act, the individual is called to the center of the village and the people in the community form a circle around them. Then they sing their song to them.



The tribe recognizes that the correction for antisocial behavior is not punishment; it is love and the remembrance of identity. When you recognize your own song, you have no desire or need to do anything that would hurt another.

And it goes this way through their life. In marriage, the songs are sung, together. And finally, when this child is lying in bed, ready to die, all the villagers know his or her song, and they sing—for the last time—the song to that person.

You may not have grown up in an African tribe that sings your song to you at crucial life transitions, but life is always reminding you when you are in tune with yourself and when you are not. When you feel good, what you are doing matches your song, and when you feel awful, it doesn’t. In the end, we shall all recognize our song and sing it well. You may feel a little warbly at the moment, but so have all the great singers. Just keep singing and you’ll find your way home.