The predator class is certainly on the scene, buying up aquifers, ravaging springs for profit, and waging it's-mine-not-yours resource wars for the water of arid regions, as well as for oil. Apartheid, Inc., mine-mine-mine.
Water as wealth; water, the precious, the finite, as we rampage along imagining no hazard to pollution. Water, the new gold.
People may well ask, and orange jumpsuits may follow. Historians will be discussing this history-in-the-making for years and years, delving the coverup and the violation of Public Health.
It has been frustrating and difficult to find any filter capable of that task. A gravity-feed unit, for example, does not remove radiation at all, and uses holistically-iffy aluminum in its fluoride-filtration. Caveat emptor. Please see concluding remarks.
Over the years of seeing nutrition clients, I would first ask them to record a few days worth of foods and liquids which actually, really passed their lips.
They brought to my office a Jackson Pollack canvas of presenting symptoms---psychiatric, chronic fatigue, auto-immune, the various out-of-control behaviors of 12-step programs---but they had one common squiggle.
NO-body drank enough water, say, 2+ liters per day. If they drank any at all, it was likely to be aqueous-exotica purchased in toxic plastic bottles---Fiji, France, the moon?
We feel pain, fatigue,and eventually may experience tissue malfunctions: named medical conditions with dismaying prognosis.
Dr. B. speaks the dread word "malpractice" re doctor colleagues immediately prescribing analgesics for pain. He describes pain as a signal of dehydration. Normal protocol of medicine, as now practiced, being to silence the signal. Instead, says he, first drink water.
A worthy read with letters from patients describing startling returns to health, using his back-to-basics approach: two glasses of water when your feet hit the floor, two glasses before each meal, and a night-time recommendation for sleeplessness which may astound.
When British Petroleum got away with fouling and essentially destroying the Gulf of Mexico (stay tuned for ooze-news from that coverup), Dr. Emoto urged all so inclined to imagine healing energy, flowing down the rivers into the Gulf.
For the fix-it-now pragmatic twitch in most of us, we might consider that idiocy, yea, magical thinking, yet Dr. Emoto has done some stunningly interesting research on water as conveyor of thought, of energy.
He had the off-the-wall idea to freeze various waters into crystalline form, a bit like snow flakes, and photograph the results.
Lourdes water and that of other high energy springs froze into brilliant and coherent crystals. Water left by a computer looked gross in form, ruptured or hemorrhaged.
Then he did an ah-hah leap and had known healers hold water--lovely crystal forms emerged on freezing. He put written words under tap water, and even that altered form.
He had hate or anger directed toward water, which seemed to retain that signature, for the crystals were deformed.
Given that we bumbling humans, who don't drink water, are basically life form water, how do we imprint ourselves and one another, and the waters of this world?
Yeoman Gardener has published a book,
Whale Rider of the Tide