PATRON DEMONS

COPD-CONSPIRACY

Breathing is one of those things that baffles the world's most educated neurologists.Autonomic nervous control of all the muscles involved, is the reason people/other animals don't suffocate,when they are unconscious, or when in a REM-cycle.This only explains a piece of the breathing-puzzle.If you can 'hold your breath,' that proves that there are nerves connected to all those same muscles, that can over-rule the 'lower' connection, and take conscious-control of them[piece #2].What happens when you hold your breath too long?The truth is, 'we' don't know.What 'happens' to a 'free-diver,' if he tries diving to a depth, that he doesn't have the physical-ability to withstand?They are 'disciplined' beyond the normal physical-limitations, that cause drownings.What happens is the oxygen-supply, from that last huge lungfull of air, gets depleted enough,that they lose consciousness.'Piece #3' begins, when a rescue/safety-diver brings emergency scuba-gear to the distressed free-diver,and discovers that he is unconscious.TOTALLY UNCONSCIOUS, BUT NOT DROWNED, BECAUSE HE HAS NOT FILLED BOTH LUNGS WITH SEAWATER!These numbered-puzzle pieces go on, until you are well into the double-digits.Most of what remains is hardly germane to our important investigation of the ability one may gain, through simple breathing exercises, to throw-off the breath-restriction resulting from smoking tobacco products,to cure COPD[what is that, anyway?] & even preven PE's.My style of teaching, much like that rabbi from Nazereth, involves telling a STORY[parable/.Indulge me!When I was a crib-bound toddler, I had already 'adopted' society's preferred gender-identification.This fact is a many-piece-puzzle, that aversion-therapists have not pieced-together yet/ever!I wanted to be like my Daddy, not like my Momma.I loved my Mother, even though I was never breast-fed.I think it was thse eyes[staring down into mine, lying helpless in a basinette, dripping with motherly-love]!There was the voice too, communicating all that love in 'alien' symbols[that have been 'recorded,'in some hard-to-access neural-networks].My Daddy was not even in the house with Momma & me, very often, and when he was home,if I wasn't 'down-for-the-night,' he was!Still, somehow, it was him that I immolated.Daddy smoked Chesterfield, and he had a nasty 'smoker's cough.'Before I was even two, I was mimicking that sound; the only toddler around with a smokers cough.I learned how to cough at a tender age; this involves the 'all muscles' I spoke of above.Most of the damage, coming from American cigarettes, is inhaling tars, particulate & super-heated 'gas,'when you 'hot-box,' or smoke it down too close.Barring the damage to tissue[mucous membrane of lips, tongue, throat, etc.], coming from this heat,all the 'stuff' making it into bronchial tubes & alveoli, can be forced back up and out!What's that stuff you spit out in the morning, when you take those first three 'drags?'Look at it under high-magnification.COPD is double-speak for 'we don't know why you are unable to breathe.'There simply is no such thing!My Dad, back in the 1950's[he was born in 1913, so in his late thirties?], was 'diagnosed' with emphysema.This is another symptom, that is not a disease.My fifth wife died at 80; her 'lung function' was so poor, the apparatus used to quantify lung function,never registered anything at all; the Doc's diagnosis should have been, "Dear,... you died yesterday."Doctors are plainly & simply, in a dirty fucking business, where there is profit in 'selling' lies.Ann died in our bed, up in New York; then she got up, terribly embarrassed, because she had shit in the bed.I told her to relax, that it was a motel-bed, and their sheets too; I cleaned her up,and dabbed at those sheets a bit, with a damp cloth; I got her back in the bed, and kissed her good night[again].When she was quiet, and breathing regularly, I drove across the Hudson, into Poughkeepsie,looking for a fast-food joint that was still open; by the time I got back with my burger & fries,she was gone for good this time; that burger was the worst one I have ever eaten!Old men[if I said women are no different, it would be a guess], breathe less & less-deeply, as they age;if there is no 'cardio,' the progression is accellerated; all those muscles grow weak & lazy.If they continue smoking, after they lose the ability to cough, then they give them cancer-sticks a gun!Emphysema, according to Daddy's Doc, is an inability to expel all the gaseous-contents of the lungs.When was the last time that YOU tried expelling every bit of your last breath?So here are the simple exercises that will extend the lifetime, of even the worst smoker.In the morning, when you get the urge to light-up that first smoke of the day,wait until you force yourself to have the coughing-fit that is coming first; then light-up!If, while you smoke that one, you get to coughing lightly, put it out, and repeat the exercise.Now, if you can program a series of alarms into your phone, as reminders, you can get even stronger,by spending just four/minutes, several times during each day, to do this exercise:Expel every cubic centimeter of air that has filled your lungs[that's two organs].This is exercising your diaphragm, and will help reduce 'beer-belly' too.Pause as long as you can, and when you need air, fill them puppies to the brim!Hold that for only one minute; repeat exercise, as many times as you can, without getting light-headed,or until your phone rings. You will soon notice the rapid improvement in holding out, before intake-time!Old men take such shallow breaths[sometimes because the wheezing, when they breathe deep annoys them],that you gotta wonder what is in that stale air, that sinks to the bottom[because it is heavier],and stays there al day. Those poor bottom-tier alveoli ain't getting any oxygen[to send to brain/heart],and if they were not 'living off the capillaries inside the tissue,' they'd be dead already.It's the tars/particulate building-up on the outside, that becomes the unmanageable 'stress,' we call Cancer.