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If you find yourself in the state of death, this is likely what you will encounter... You will be in Sheol, in a black void without ceilings, floors, or walls. You see a small light in the tunnel. If you decide not to go toward the light, it means you are holding on to your old thoughts. You might survive and return to your body. You might remain in Sheol long enough to forget who you were, thereby cleansing yourself of your sins. Jesus will come for you. If you go toward the light, you choose to continue your work and incarnate as a new human being. You could also be taken straight to Paradise.

Almost nobody talks about this old Polish tradition… 🌽

This is a piece of traditional knowledge I learned from an elderly man in Podlasie, Poland - a region where old Slavic traditions, folk healers, and knowledge of medicinal plants have survived for generations.

Look closely at the picture.

🌽 On the left: female corn flowers - the part commonly found and traditionally used to support the urinary system.

🌽 On the right: male corn flowers - a completely different part of the plant, traditionally used in folk medicine.

The knowledge I was given says that an infusion made from the male flowers was traditionally used by people dealing with kidney stones.

The traditional explanation is fascinating: compounds in the infusion are believed to help form a layer of mucus around the stone, potentially making it softer and easier to pass.

And this isn't just something I heard about.

I tried it myself.

I drank around 2-3 cups a day for two weeks. First, I passed one kidney stone. About a week later, another one followed. They were roughly the size of baby teeth, and for me, the process was surprisingly painless.

I'm not saying this is a miracle cure or a replacement for medical treatment. I'm sharing a piece of traditional knowledge and my own personal experience.

Maybe there's nothing to it.

Or maybe some of the old plant knowledge that has been passed down for generations deserves much more scientific attention than it gets.

Either way, this is a tradition worth remembering.

🌿 Old knowledge shouldn't simply disappear.

To your health.

“They strip him naked, tie him to a tree, and beat him so brutally with whips that the peasants working nearby flee the fields… They tie his legs and attach them to two horses, which drag him to the village…

The Cossacks who arrested him wanted to do something original and came up with the following: they carved priestly symbols into his body. They grabbed him by one leg and dragged him to an empty slaughterhouse. They laid him on a table and locked the doors. They found firebrands used for singeing slaughtered piglets, hung him up by his legs, and singed his entire body…

“They sprinkled his wounds with spelt chaff, cut off his nose and lips, pulled his tongue out through an opening cut in the back of his neck and severed it at the root, and finally hung him from the ceiling by his legs, upside down, and mocked his body.”

St. Andrew Bobola -
Patron Saint Of Poland

There was a time when man knelt.

He knelt before golden idols, before kings in purple, before power, before fear, before everything that glittered and threatened. He knelt because he thought he had to. Because the blood in his veins whispered to him: “You are small. You are nothing. Bow your neck.”

Until He came.

Not with a thunderbolt in His hand. Not with an army. Not with a throne of bones. He came with a cross on His shoulders and with a love that did not ask for a bow - only for trust.

And there, on Golgotha, something happened that no Olympus ever understood. The blood of God flowed onto the earth and spoke to the world with one final voice:

“Enough.”

Look at this image.
At those who once ruled storms, seas, and war.
Zeus with his lightning, Poseidon with his trident, Athena in armor, Ares, Apollo, Hera…
All of them kneeling.
All of them bowed.
All of them forced into silence before the One who sits on the throne of light.

Because they desperately wanted to be worshipped.
They wanted altars, sacrifices, fear, and adoration.
And they still want it today.
They still whisper in human hearts, still tempt with pride, power, beauty, and strength.
This battle did not end on Golgotha.
It continues.
Every single day.

But look carefully.
Even they - those who for centuries demanded kneeling - must fall to their knees.
Because before Jesus, everything that once pretended to be a god collapses.

He redeemed.
Not with gold. Not with a sword.
With His blood.

And from that moment, everyone who rises in His name rises no longer as a slave, but as a son.
He no longer has to fall to his knees before any Zeus, before any emperor, before any power of this world.

Because the One before whom all the thrones of heaven and earth kneel has said:

“Rise.
You are free.
And you will never again kneel before anyone -
except Me.”

The battle still rages.
The pagan gods still long to be worshipped.
But the end is already written.

Jesus will triumph.

Marihuanozaurus Rex
(Tyrannocannabis maximus)
Classification:
Type: Evolutionary hybrid (Dinosauria × Cannabaceae)
Period: Late Cretaceous - Holocene (hypothetical)
Size: 11–13 meters in length, 5–6 tons in weight
Status: Legendary / mythical
Appearance:
The entire body is covered in a dense, living layer of cannabis leaves with sharply serrated edges. The coloration shifts depending on the season and the individual’s “mood” - ranging from intense green, through purples, to golden hues coated in sticky resin.
Along the back and tail grow large, heavy flower clusters (the so-called “buds”), which serve both decorative and protective functions. The teeth have a slightly leaf-like, serrated shape. The eyes are usually half-closed, with a characteristic deeply relaxed expression.
Habitat:
Dense, humid jungles filled with giant cannabis plants. Prefers areas with high air humidity and strong afternoon sunlight. Frequently seen in clearings where it “basks” in the sun to boost resin production.
Diet:
Omnivorous, but with a clear preference for plants. Feeds mainly on young cannabis shoots and flowers (including its own shed buds). Occasionally hunts smaller dinosaurs, but does so very lazily and only when it really has to.
Behavior:
Extremely phlegmatic.
Spends most of the day in a semi-reclined position or slowly strolling among the plants.
Shows no territorial aggression - other dinosaurs usually give it a wide berth, as the resin scent has a calming (and sometimes mildly disorienting) effect.
When threatened, it can emit a powerful, low roar that sounds more like a deep sigh than an actual threat.
Special Abilities:
Resin Aura - emits an intense, sweet-herbal scent that has a calming effect on most animals within a radius of several dozen meters.
Leafy Regeneration - damaged body parts quickly regrow with new leaves and buds.
“Deep Chill” Mode - on particularly sunny days, it can enter a state of almost complete immobility for many hours, during which resin production reaches its peak.

Fun Fact:
According to amateur paleontologists, the footprints of Marihuanozaurus Rex are always surrounded by a light greenish dust of trichomes.