Blissfully Informed Hippie Chick

Encouraging people to think critically about everything.

The Truth About Cancer


If you want to learn the truth about cancer that Big Pharma doesn’t want you to know, I highly recommend this FREE documentary series, which will be available to watch on April 12. Here’s a brief description from the website:

When this documentary series first aired (to limited release) in 2015, it took the Internet by storm, with hundreds of thousands of views and shares within days.

Quite literally, this documentary series has already saved many lives.

Each episode is packed full of new and amazing information, survivor stories and much more in our pursuit to find a cure and eradicate cancer… once and for all.

And though it features interviews with many of today’s leading cancer experts – including M.D.s, scientists, and more – the mainstream media refused to air it. (HINT: Pharmaceutical companies are one of mainstream media’s biggest sources of income.)

Now “The Truth About Cancer” is about to release the complete series again… worldwide. And when you enter your name and best email and submit, you’ll be on the exclusive list to see it all first, 100% FREE.

So don’t wait another second, register right now… You’ll be amazed at what you discover.

You can sign up to gain FREE access to this documentary here!

To learn more about The Truth About Cancer, visit their website here. Here’s a brief description of their purpose:

Let’s end the cancer pandemic once and for all! Every single day, tens of thousands of people, just like you, are curing cancer (and/or preventing it) from destroying their bodies.

It’s time to take matters into our own hands and educate ourselves on real prevention and treatments. It could save your life or someone you love. Doctors, researchers, experts and survivors show you exactly “how-to” prevent and treat cancer in “The Truth About Cancer: A Global Quest.”

(I am being compensated for promoting this FREE documentary series. However, I would never promote something I didn’t fully support!)

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Land Ownership and the Ruse of Freedom

How egotistical is it to believe that one of the 8.7 million species on earth can *own* a part of the planet we all share? Even worse, only  *some* of us humans will ever “own” land. And even when we are lucky enough to be handed a deed (after decades of loan payments, in most cases), we must pay taxes for the land we supposedly “own”. In which case, is it really ours? Or are we simply renting it directly from our government at that point?

I do not wish to own land. I wish to live in harmony with nature, caring for the plants and animals in order to maintain a symbiotic relationship with all things. But that’s not possible, is it? Every inch of land on this planet has someone claiming ownership of it.

So my question is… how free are we, really? If freedom means we are “allowed” to do what we choose, but only within the system put in place by a select few… is that really freedom? I say no. You are not free. I am not free. We are all slaves. This is the matrix we must all unplug ourselves from.


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Loving My Dirty Dishes


This sink full (always full) of dirty dishes would normally make me sigh a sigh of discontent. I would look at it and see imperfection, failure, and work.

Today, this sink makes me happy. Today, I look at these dishes and know what they represent…

They are the food I cook for my family daily.

They are my four children, unschooled and here all day most days.

They are the time I spend with my husband and children after dinner; not standing at a sink, but talking and playing games and watching our favorite shows.

They are the cookies I bake with my toddlers.

They are the time I spent crocheting rather than doing housework.

They are the peaceful, non-coercive relationship I strive to have with my children.

One day, I will have a clean, empty sink. One day, I’ll do dishes before heading to bed. One day, my sink won’t be piled with brightly-colored plastic plates and bowls. One day, every single fork and spoon won’t be dirty. One day, my children will be the ones with toddlers running amok and full sinks.

So today, I choose to smile at these dishes. Today, these dishes represent love.


A Conversation With My Soul

I quieted my thoughts, and there I met my soul.

I said to her, “I do not know how to love.”

In the stillness of my mind, I heard her reply:

“You are love.

You are light.

All you must do is allow the love and light to flow from your spirit.

You must break down the walls that prevent the love and light from escaping.”

I began to cry.

I called out to my soul, “If I break down walls, I may get hurt! My walls protect me!”

My soul answered:

“The walls are built from fear.

When you were young…before the walls were built, when you were still an expression of pure love and light…you received hurt and darkness from those who were supposed to give you love and light.

You did not know what to do with such hurt and darkness, so you built walls around your love and light; to protect them.

In doing so, you began to reflect the hurt and darkness that you received.

The hurt and darkness bounced off your walls, but so also did love and light.

You eventually met other spirits who attempted to give you their love and light; but by then, you were too afraid to break down the walls that were there to protect you as a child.

You wanted to receive the love and light, but you didn’t know how.”

I began to cry harder.

I was terrified of the hurt and darkness I might receive if I broke down the walls.

My soul explained:

“You will receive hurt and darkness, but you need not hold it inside.

Others will reflect the hurt and darkness that has previously been given to them; but you can let it flow through you, because it is not yours.

And as you allow that hurt and darkness to pass through your love and light, it will dissipate.”

I began to understand.

I began to see.

I repeated what my soul had told me:

“I am love. I am light.”

And thus, I took the first piece off of the walls surrounding my spirit.



Faerie Locks: 6 week update

Two days from now will be the 6 week mark since the last time I brushed my hair.

I have been twisting the locs every now and then to help them form more neatly and not bunch up with any matting. These pictures are from after showering then twisting.




There are a whole lot of locs now, mostly little baby ones but there is at least one bigger one.
A couple interesting things…I lose almost no hair now, whereas I would typically lose 20+ hairs a day before (between brushing, washing, etc)… also, handling my hair less seems to be lessening the oil buildup that was common for my hair before. I have only washed my hair twice in two weeks and I only used a vinegar rinse both times. My scalp still seems even more dry than usual, though, so I think I’ll do a conditioning treatment of honey and coconut oil sometime this week. I never thought it possible to have dry hair! I’ve always had such oily hair!

Oh, and when I go out to run errands or whatever, I generally tie a scarf around my head or pull back all my hair into a loose, messy bun. I’m not quite ready to handle the inevitable stares. I think I’ll be more confident once my locs are more tightly formed.


Toddler Bedtime Bliss

It’s wonderfully surprising to me to see my younger two children reaping the benefits of having always been parented gently. I struggled so much with everything with my older two. It’s so obvious to me now why they acted the way they did. One such example is bedtime. It was always such a struggle with the older two.

My 2.5 yr old, Natalie, has always slept with someone. Either in the same bed or in a bassinet/crib right next to my bed. When she was almost 2, she started sleeping in bed with her 9 yr old sister, sometimes the 11 yr old, too.

I’ve always followed Natalie’s cues for when to put her to bed and how to do it. She usually is rocked and sung to sleep but sometimes she snuggles up to us on the couch and falls asleep. Well, the other night, she got her blanket and bottle, got in her bed, and fell asleep. Just like that. She recognized that she was sleepy, so she went to sleep.

I seriously thought that sleep was just always a struggle with kids. But why should it be? If they experience nothing but positivity, love, compassion, comfort, and patience at bedtime, they will never feel the need to protest going to bed. Now, don’t get me wrong, I’ve lost my temper, I’ve been impatient, I’ve been burnt out and exhausted and even cried along with her. This is the same child who had horrid colic and spent first year of her life fighting sleep with every fiber in her little being! But for the most part, on my end, I’ve created as safe of a feeling surrounding bedtime as possible. And it’s paid off in a big way.

I’m excited to see what other differences I will notice between my older and younger kids due to my parenting choices!

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