water memory

My father sent me a video last month about water memory. That water knows where it's been and can remember how it has been treated. In this documentary, it shows, from their perspective, that water can retain crystals from what has been said to it. Pretty crystals with nice words, ugly crystals with bad words. Basically, human thought can project certain outcomes. The dvd went into some far-off stuff about the end of the world because of negative human thought, and I thought that was a bit much. we shall see. But, I feel like this goes into the cardinal rule of "talk nice to your plants" and be nice to your neighbor with positive thoughts.... since we're made up of over 70% of water. I am posting the water experiment that one of the scientists, Masuru Emoto, did on the documentary.

Which I found interesting. Since then, I've been thanking my water and projecting good thoughts. I don't know, whatever will help.

My dad would always tell me to think good thoughts about my food. And he re-tells stories, with jest, about how I always called my food "caca" or "this looks like shit" when I was little. Maybe this can help me from getting sick from the food I eat. It has been a problem for me all these years, where my "hang-ups" and my "vegetarianism" is causing me to be physically sick from the food I eat. Not because of the actual food, but because of the thoughts (anxiety, fear of vomiting, disgust of the way digestion will feel after I ate it, etc.) I have projected on it.

I remember i was on my way to work, and I was thinking very bad thoughts obsessively. I was, what i call, "fantasy fighting" someone in my head, where I am beating up someone in my lazy, daydream thoughts. And I was dreading work. And the shitty bus broke down.

I know I'm a kook and crazy is my business (and business is good) but positive thinking can maybe help a little.

the next video is someone trying the experiment for himself and posting the results on youtube. There are actually quite a few youtube videos of people's home experiments... and the comments posted after always get ridiculous. You know, racial, religious, and the know-it-alls. But, I thought I'd post it anyway.

I'd like to try this at home, but botulism always frightens me. Anyway, now I have to go pick my car up from the inept mechanic I've been fantasy fighting in my head all week. I need to stop doing that. It hurts my stomach and ruins my day.