THE WIND SPEAKS YOUR NAME
by Michael Langston

How is it I know that you are the one,
That heaven-sent love and you are the same?
I feel your touch in the warm autumn sun
And hear the wind softly whisper your name.
I sense your sweet presence around me like air
And breathe your dear spirit into my lost heart
Where it has now become such a part of me there
That no earthly distance can keep us apart.
Every soft breeze that now brushes my face,
Every warm ray that now shines from above
Brings with it your loving and caring embrace
And tells of your precious and undying love.
  The wind, the sunlight, and air all agree!
  There is no one on earth but you for me.

FROM MY DREAM OF YOU
by Michael Langston

Though lost to me so long ago
That tears for you no longer flow,
You came to me in a dream last night,
Arrayed in wondrous, angelic light.

You sat with me and held my hand;
I turned to you and then began
To tell you all that’s in my heart,
Of all the time we’ve been apart.

You are here; you are here again!
How can I tell you or even begin
To convey my joy that you are here
Or restrain the flow of joyous tears?

I don’t want to wake or wish to leave!
Let me stay with you so I’ll not grieve.
I’ll forsake the glaring light of day
And not wake up; with you I’ll stay.

But as Eden fell from Adam’s grasp,
I opened up my eyes at last…
And once again like long before,
The tears began to flow once more,

For yet again you’re lost to me!
But in my dreams perchance you’ll be.

TO MY UNSEEN LOVE
by Michael Langston

I’ve never looked upon your face;
  I do not know your name;
And in some unseen distant place,
  I know you will remain
Forever kept apart from me
  Across both space and time;
I hope someday these words you’ll see,
  By chance that you will find
Within this old and worn-out book
  The fact so plain and true:
That all my life in vain I looked…
  In vain I searched for you.

I’d sit beneath the moonlit skies
  In summer’s warm night air
And dream of looking in your eyes,
  Of you beside me there;
And as I walked, in fantasy
  I gently held your hand,
But in the moonlight next to me:
  No one there did stand;
And if I could, I would have flown
  Across all time and space
And left behind my world I’d known…
  And you, my love, embrace.

According to Dr. Ron Schmid, the world’s leading lipid scientists say that so-called fermented cod liver oil is the most rancid oil they’ve ever seen. Rancid oil is very dangerous. Did Dr. Ron Schmid die as a result of ingesting this obviously rancid oil?

Genetic engineering of food should be outlawed, and the profit-seeking companies involved in it should be put out of business. This is a dangerous enterprise that is a threat not only to human health, but to the health and well-being of the entire planet.

In an isolated Swiss village that Weston Price visited in the early 1930s, the health of the people living there was such that no dentist or physician was required. Their diet consisted mainly of raw milk from pastured cows and similar raw dairy products.