Strawberries For The Soul Poetry

  I just found this article I want to share.... Link source:   https://www.nature.com/articles/d41586-021-01824-z Almost a decade ago, at Arnold Ventures — a US$2-billion philanthropic organization in Houston, Texas — we realized that using evidence to direct our giving required having more confidence in the evidence itself. As vice-president of research, I found myself deep in efforts to improve science, dispersing more than $60 million in grants to make sure researchers can build on others’ results. I was part of the discussions that led to widely adopted guidelines promoting transparency and openness, the clinical-trial repository Vivli and the launch of the Center for Open Science, a non-profit organization in Charlottesville, Virginia. I’ve seen much positive change since then. But sometimes I worry that we might end up with the worst of all worlds: the pretence of reproducibility without the reality. In 2012, very few people had even heard of preregistration, the anti-bias practi

  Carelessness - disregard for CONSEQUENCES!   https://www.nytimes.com/2008/02/17/us/17crash.html      Note, these notes are being deleted, compromised.  I changed my password.  Maybe that will stave off the depraved technocrats for the time being.   This blogpost will have notes regarding circumstances that were passed off as accidents and more.... Aircraft crashes into taxi - no date mentioned https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xU0E-w-43Fc Obamas aided and abeted the paedophile James Karr - I cannot add this article below because they have shaded that section and I cannot link it.  Now the bastards removed the blog widgets.   I will restart my device!   REMEMBER, THE LIES THAT ARE PLASTERED ON INTERNET NEED TO BE WEEDED OUT!  OUR COUNTRY IS BEING STRANGLED BY THESE GREEDY COWARDS WHO NEVER MAKE MONEY, NEVER BUILD THE ECONOMY, THEY JUST STEAL FOR THEMSELVES!  Their mass murdering or murdering individuals is considered funny by the Order of Jesters, which Obama had reinstated - he conside

 (picture) ----------THEY ARE GETTING A DISHONEST HACKER TO ALTER MY WORK HERE, REMOVING THE EDIT BAR WHEN I TRY TO FIX THE FORMATTING, WHICH SHOULD NOT EVEN BE ALIGNED TO THE LEFT WHEN I PASTE IT.  THE OTHER ONES I HAVE POSTED WERE NO PROBLEM SO SOME BASTARD IS DOING THIS   ---- AND THAT IS WHAT THE INTERNET SOCIOPATHS PAY PEOPLE TO DO!   MY MESSAGE:   SENT TO BLOGGER  Stop using a subapp to remove the edit bar when I try to edit my work!  I get fed up with the tricks of techs who have nothing better to do than harm others.  DON'T PAY THEM! 11/9/2021 BLOG IS:  STRAWBERRIES FOR THE SOUL                    POETRY  Being Native Means Being Natural, One with Nature Every creature Knows You for you belong to the real world, You use the real world to keep you whole. Your soul Is who you are. You find yourself As you commute not only with  your community Biut also you find  Unity with Every being that  Gives breath. Beneath And Beyond Our comprehension You sense what's near - what

 (Picture) Don't go near her - we fear! She will accuse. The fuse began when a Secret Society man Raped And she reported Only to be retorted. It shaped her whole life Leading to Nowhere They don't care They only wear A Mask To cover secrets Which reach Which still speak if one listens. Instead they follow Their hollow lives glisten - lit by FAKE FIRE while they style fashioned ideology which geoscapes society Inside and Out Crying out only makes it hurt worse Mr. Secret penetrated not just once but every day crafting his way through relatives who relieve by believing lies No cry can stop it It only fuels Cruelty Using their guise to guide literally all she encounters "Don't go near her!" She's a bomb! She will accuse! You are fools if you abide with her Don't go near her! 

 (Picture) On Restoration   Things aren’t always better as they were before Our Past lights our way, so we must restore.   I see things so differently as I get older. I want to take the colder memories And make clear sense of what seems senseless And, unless those like I can go on We cannot continue to run Our Race Or Face Life as more than reality Seeing sensibility To our tries, our dreams, Our cries—even screams For we will see our roots through restoration.   -Our hearts in our imagination -Our knowledge from our contemplation -Our passions in our fascination.   Annie 8-25-98  

 (picture) My Child  is not with me now. How do I survive? I live Each day Loving my child In my Being.   Yet being Isn’t enough. It’s so tough, I tell you. My child Needs Me.   Only I can’t always be There. I love you, My Child, When we are close- When we are apart- My heart Reminds me I found me When you were born.                                                              Some days I get torn, My Child, For time does not stop. If I could drop My responsibilities And freeze time For us To be, I would.     But, My Child, We are Now, You and I. And I hope Your heart Reminds you Of this.     I always want you Safe, My Child, And I will always be Where It will keep you safe.   Though we are not always together, Don’t ever Forget—   You are my Being, And I love you, My Child.   Annie 2-24-99