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Saturday, May 23, 2026

Animo Flore Defined

While I Am Here I Expect To Tell The Straight, Unvarnished Truth - A Quotation by Andrew T. Still

I expect when I am gone that I will come back every week or so to see what Osteopathy is doing. I want to see if it is run off of I the face of the earth. In the earlier ages the people didn't know anything of medicine, and they lived a long time. The less they knew of it, the more good food they ate and the longer they lived.  Our work here is to overcome the effects of medicine. Nine-tenths of the clients that come here, while they are wrenched and strained in many places in the body, have to be treated first by turning on the nerves of excretory organs of the system, for the purpose of cleaning up the dirty house in which we find the human soul dwelling. What do we find? We find the liver not acting properly, we find some lung affected and stones in the gallbladder. We go a little further down to the renal nerves, veins, and arteries, to those of the kidneys. They are out of order. We go down to the water-bladder and find specimens. Specimens of what? Of the thoughtless stupidity of man, who by taking medicine, has converted the liver into a bank of cinnabar (Google: a bright red to reddish-brown mineral composed of mercury sulfide).Any person in the audience has the privilege of raising your hand and saying I am wrong, if I state anything that is not correct. I am fighting for God and I am going to hit them square in the face. While I am here I expect to tell the straight, unvarnished truth.

Andrew T. Still

Founder of Osteopathy.

Friday, May 22, 2026

A Submission Prescription - A Poem by M.N. Hopkins

The white coat lies

A submission prescription

Adverse side effects

© 2026  M.N. Hopkins

Note:   I wrote this poem a few days ago in the haiku style of poetry and published it for the first time today, the 22nd of May, 2026.  Often the reality is far from the words spoken.

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The Fruits Of Our Love - A Poem by M.N. Hopkins

The fruits of our love

Was born of our time on Earth

Nourishing others

© 2026  M.N. Hopkins

Note:  I wrote this poem a few days ago in the haiku style of poetry and published it for the firs time today, the 22nd of May, 2026.  It is in our actions that are directed by both our human and Divine love that healthy and nutritious fruit grows and ripens.

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