Kali Ma

Yesterday i vacuumed. The worst part of it is i got to breath the dust that settled everywhere of which some was "wall dust" that came in here through a couple of what i believe was artificially created holes and mixed with normal dust (mostly cotton from clothes). Both in living and bedroom there were some screws in the frame of the in unused wall heater that apparently have been unscrewed. The wall dust contains among others, choking sulfur. Any piece of the "used" or 40 years old drywall made of aerated calcium sulfate that one may take out of the wall is a health hazard, the bubbles inside being saturated with sulfur dioxide from the decomposing over the years of calcium sulfate.

Sulfur dioxide is made when sulfur combines with oxygen and is a precursor of sulfuric acid. Calcium sulfate that the walls are made of is a combination of sulfur and calcium that is chemically stable but can be destabilized in time by sufate reduction and sulfur production bacteria.

It is the paint that sort of keeps it inside, but on the other side, or inside the wall, there's only paper. And the mandatory half inch space between the panels and the floor makes it communicate with the air inside.

Sulfur and paper. Obviously got some of it in my lungs and that contributed to me getting in some sort of respiratory distress last night that BTW is not cleared completely. Angela cannot stand the smell when i vacuum and wants to do it always when she's not home and she went to the stores. Things were aggravated by the fact that i did not vacuum in such a long time. Wall dust mixed with regular dust and some will pass through the vacuum's paper bag. She got mad at me i done it over the weekend, but could not wait until Monday, after the pains in my legs. Pains created by the same dust when i walk. It was simply too much.

Sulfur and paper. The same stuff i ran into last night when i drove through Kalama. If you pass through Kalama and the wind is blowing from that direction, you are certainly going to pass through that smell. Last night we were both wondering how the people in Kalama can live with it.

Sulfur and paper. Both materials can be found among other "symbols" in any of the "chambers of reflections" of the masonic lodges and temples. Paper is not listed here, but it is on the table, and used by novices to write down something. The word VITRIOL is written on the wall as an acronym (with dots between letters). According to google vitriol in chemistry is sulfuric acid, but from what i remember from either my grade or H₂S chemistry teacher it is actually a mixture of sulfuric and chlorhydric (or hydrochloric acid) that can dissolve glass, hence the etymology of that word. One of the purpose of those symbols is to remind the novice the fragility and futility of this life.

Woke after 5 hours of sleep, again chocked by the same smell from vacuuming yesterday (mold and sulfur and s...). Started the UV light and moved in the bedroom where i opened the window. Was laying in bed minding my own mind when a smoke like mold smell started to fill the room. Went outside and found some fresh mole mounds under bedroom's window. Grabbed some boras but when i tried to pour in the holes under the mounds, i realized they were flooded by the endless rain. The only way moles could have raised those mounds this morning is if they swam under water (using scuba diving equipment).

One of the words in aboriginal languages for boomerang besides kylie is garla. Kylie is a tool of hunting, thus death. Ancient aboriginals pretty much like us needed to kill animals to survive, hence the cycle of destruction/life. Throwing a boomerang required timing because it is a slow throwing tool (when compared to an arrow) and prey is also moving. All attributes of Kali, the black goddess, one of the most worshiped Indian goddesses. But could the ancient Australian word garla be at origin of garlic, garland, girl, all the names based on Karl etc.. Black is the color of soil from which everything is being born.

We all know (no need to google) that the stinking part of garlic and/or onion is sulfur based components. Nevermind, here. Could the little skulls garland of Kali actually be a garland made of garlic and her protruding tongue symbolize choking, at least in some versions? Could ancient aboriginals use garlic mixed with saltpeter or something to incapacitate their prey without making them toxic to eat. Maybe we all misjudged the boomerang and its weird capacity of returning to the hunter, without even needing to hit the prey.
 

Sulfur is being eliminated in atmosphere in vast amounts by the coal burning plants, as coal contains sulfur. The atmosphere of planet Venus that at first was similar to Earth, is now made mostly of carbon dioxide with sulfur dioxide clouds, hence the yellowish pearl like color.

Also, useful. Mercaptans are sulfur based compounds that are the stinkiest stuff known to human kind in only ppm amounts, and are added to gasoline, natural gas and generally any flammable petroleum sub-products to make a leak obvious. Which we didn't need if we started driving electric vehicles but at first those would have been powered by lead/(sulfuric)/acid (classic) batteries. Sulfites are used to preserve wine. Suflatiazole is a form of antibiotic. Organic sulfur caught in garlic and onion is antibacterial and beneficial.

Can we us all put all these aside to rest for now, lick our wounds and go about our business?

Apparently not. I was minding my own business in the kitchen talking with Angela while together building a vegetable soup and thought of how i needed a drink to forget about the never-ending smells, stupidity of those who follow this goddess when he started to stomp and yell, furiously.

Emotions are some of the most difficult parts of our lives to deal with. Not for the simple minded, that may collapse under, especially when navigating alone through the complexity of modern life. There is no such things about knowing too much, but if you think that believing equates knowing, then you're really in trouble like the guy at the first person in this song.

As for the tragedy of our conscience being trapped in these fragile, imperfect and needy bodies, that requires a whole philosophy to deal with.