The Odd History of Hair

I have recently become interested in hair, of all things.  In today's western society, it would appear rather boring, too much effort, or uncomfortable.  Most men have short hair, while most women have long hair.  I find it parculiar that in Basic Training, all the men are ridden of mostly all of their hair.  Throughout their time in the military, they are forbidden to have beards or long hair.  This reflects our current paradigm, which is extreme cleanliness, conformity, and suppression of creativity.  I find it interesting how certain things in time change so drastically.  I think this is possibly due to the tribal mentality of Man.  When a new standard is shown by an individual in power, the masses usually follow suit. 

With that said, here are some things that sparked me to write this.

The prophet Samson's power was recorded in Scripture as being innately connected to his long, thick hair. Among the Temne of Africa, it took hours or days to fashion a hairstyle. The fine rows of the hairstyle were a symbolic representation of the cultivation of the land and thus indicated civilization. These hairstyles are termed 'cornrows.' Among the Polynesians of the Pacific, the first time a boy's hair was cut marked his coming of age. It was also a way in which he was now differentiated from women. Hair was thought to contain the mana or power, and so the cutting of hair was a risky business. To mark this special occasion, the women of the Cook Islands draped "tivaevae," specially decorated quilts, about the room. These tivaevae were given as gifts to mark special occasions such as this haircutting ceremony.
Ancient Hairstyles

 Inside (the Special Forces' documents) were hundreds of pages of certain studies commissioned by the government. He was in shock from the contents. What he read in those documents completely changed his life. From that moment on my conservative middle of the road husband grew his hair and beard and never cut them again. What is more, the VA Medical center let him do it, and other very conservative men in the staff followed his example.

The mammalian body has evolved over millions of years. Survival skills of human and animal at times seem almost supernatural. Science is constantly coming up with more discoveries about the amazing abilities of man and animal to survive. Each part of the body has highly sensitive work to perform for the survival and well being of the body as a whole.The body has a reason for every part of itself.
The Truth About Hair and Why Indians Would Keep Their Hair Long

To further differentiate themselves from the general public, the Vril Society broke from the traditional short hair styles worn by women of the day, and instead grew their hair long and twisted it into pony tails (although they rarely wore their hair in pony tails in public). The Vrilians believed their twisted hair acted as antennas to facilitate contact with the extraterrestrials.
The Vril Society 

So these skeptical and controversial above articles begs the question.  Why does human hair on both the head and male face have infinite growth, unlike other parts of the human body and other animals?  Some theories have been the delicate structure of the head.  Unlike other parts, the head has very little muscle and fat, both of which are helpful in physical blows.  With this being said, it is possible that evolutionary traits can have multiple reasons. 

As for myself, I will continue to allow my hair to grow, just as the Biblical Samson, certain Native Americans, and Vril women.  I do get strange looks often, as well as smiles and laughs.  I will update you if anything superb happens, unless the E.T.'s advise me differently.

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UPDATE: 27OCT2012
While listening to JRE 274 http://blog.joerogan.net/archives/5483, Alex Grey spoke of yet another amazing hairstyle.  Delaware Indian warriors used to shave half their heads.  This kept their archery bow out of their hair
Listen in at 35 minutes.

Lost Lives in the Chaos

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As I sit here, I ponder the innocent lives lost. Why am I here and not my older brother that never had the privledge of gasping for air after a long run. A run that you never thought would be possible. But you "survived" it. You even say that "I almost died back there." Brother, you will never get to experience life, and for that, I am sorry for you. My mind drifts to the military kids who are dying right now alongside the opposing force. How sad is it to never have the chance of getting high with friends, laughing your asses off. While I laugh, you die. I think about my friend in the 12th grade. We met in weightlifting class. He was new in town, and it seemed like I was his only friend. I would give him rides home. We would train together before going to Basic Training. I remember him speaking on his regret of joining the Marines. He must have realized the lies his recruitiers had told him. He said he could have made the same salary by staying at his supermarket job. I wonder if he is still alive at times. The importance of remembering an old friend's name. Or maybe not...

Notes from a Navy P-3

Humanities multiple problems might stem from simply the lack of knowledge.  Many things we do have many negative impacts.  And with these actions, the acting peoples believe they are doing the right thing most of the time.  Another sad fact is that most people would still do these things even if they knew the effect.  People have been conditioned to dislike our co-inhabitants on earth.  Therefore, in their eyes, we are not equal.

They feel like the "3rd world" needs to be "civilized" with technology, over-cleansed, and artificially flavored, fragranced, and inseminated.  They feel this might help the world.

I see so much waste.  A C-130 rolls to the runway for takeoff.  A few P-3's are in preflight.  And for what?  Natural resources?  Greed?  Power?  Lack of human caring?  Or is it deeper?  Do our Bohemian Grove attending world leaders require sacrificial lambs in mass numbers, a la "Destroy and Rebuild."

If I was a lost teenager in high school today, I would still choose the military as an "initiation" path.  Unenlightened, I had nothing.  I knew nothing.  I only had the idea of questioning all things, being agnostic in knowledge, and a dislike for parties and crowds.(western society)  In short, I had the mindset.  Maybe this was due to genetics, upbringing, or my environment.  Now, I am comfortable and most happy when I am learning about new things.  I still like the human interaction/pointless talk, but only enough to satisfy my material needs.  Too much of it will only hinder my well being.

Militaries employ young people that go from milk needy babies to mass murderers, who kill babies.  Some say their god will sort them out.  Some know the wrongful actions and their effects, but play along because of job security, or they need to provide for their families.  Some say war equals population control, even though I can't compare one million civilian deaths in Iraq to a growing 7 billion populace.  If anything, those deaths only created more hatred towards the western world.

Your artificial smell sickens me.  My head aches when I am near you.  Are you not comfortable in your own skin?  Are you aware that these man-made smells are linked to cancer, among other things?  Or has bad health become inevitable in your eyes?  I would much rather smell your scent you were given to as a child.  If you eat right, it won't smell so bad.  Just know this.  Your costly cologne/perfume causes me pain and angers me.

As my final day in the Navy approaches, I realize more often than ever that this life is as fake as a reality show.  The way everyone plays it off that we are overseas to protect our freedoms, the fake smiles I give to my superiors, the constant "thank you maintainers" speech.  It's all bullshit.  Granted, it's not their fault.  They don't watch documentaries showing the reasons countries have always gone to war, or the repeated lies by our past presidents.  It all reminds me of the scene in "A Boy and His Dog," when he goes to the underground town. 

Fuck using this work/
That's like abusing little boys in church/
Or in FF VII, if you don't hate and kill the Turks/
As I sit here on my ass, in the plane wasting gas/
I do hope to bring you fulfillment/
Something to give to you, like a box of tools/
so if you choose, not to follow fools/
and realize that life is just a mere cruise/
sometimes you win, and sometimes you lose/
so paint your life's picture, and create your best muse/

in the cold of the night, it's hard to take flight/
but if you gather up the might, and search for the moon's light/
then you will will gain 3rd sight, and create purpose to this life/

WWHH

We live in a world with broken outlets.  There is no where to plug into.  Few sprout up from time to time, but after a while, the bill get's '"too damn high" and we are forced to have candle dinners.  Nobody has a purpose that is helping humanity.  The one in a billion always seem to mysteriously die.  Money and power are thought of as musts, and are highly sought after.  Our supposedly smart brains give us solutions, but often create more problems that are twice as destructive.  Anti-American fighters steal money that the bloated rich send to dying children.  World leaders live lavishly, going to strip clubs and spending thousandths, only to express sympathy with their homeless neighbors the following day.  Sunday Son worshippers forget that the acronym WWJD applies to all seven days.  What we have here is an out of this world blockbuster script just waiting to make a "killing" at the box office.  What we have here is Earth.

I Support Dr. Paul

Even though I disagree with War, I still do support our (my fellow) troops.  The self-defense of any country is a must.  It has been a privilege to be a part of the United States Navy.  I only hope more innocent lives are not taken in vain over natural resources, among other things.  

SAD

As another day goes by, I see yet another video to confirm my outlook on this country.  We are in need of a massive revolution.  While I enjoy a large hotel room, with running hot water, hundreds of innocent civilians around the world are struggling for survival.  And this comes at the hands of my military.  I will forever be a part of this horrible historic dilemma.  How do we live with ourselves if we know that suffering is brought to the world by our country?  I am filled with sadness and madness, feeling guilty every sober moment of my days.  Eating too much food, and doing too little to help this problem.  I could tell my military to lock me away, but would that really help solve the problem?  I sometimes feel that I should muster up the strength to wait just six more months.  Only then will I be out of the military, partially free to do what I want.  But what hurts my soul even more is that these evil events will still go on.  I feel helpless.  What can we do?  Protest?  Not work?  Run away, or fight for what is right?  I need answers, but I am afraid no solution will be put forth.  Please help, if you are out there.

EVERYONE NEEDS TO SEE THIS.. Be sure to 

NOTICE how Threatening they are to YOU!!!

video showing the sign of the times