Why Superstitions are a Bad Thing

Accidental Posting.  This is the post for tomorrow I was working on when I hit the wrong button.  It’s still the post for tomorrow.

Good morning readers.  Thanks for coming by for a read this morning.

I suppose there are a lot of good reasons to be tolerant of the superstitions people hold, but it’s not always easy to put up with it. 

For instance, a lot of people are so superstitious about this and that, they don’t help bring up Old Sol mornings.  That naturally puts a heavier load on the rest of us.  Not being sure someone else is going to cover it requires iron nerves if we decide to sleep in, or happen to croak during the night.

Last time I flew anywhere the airport security folks were so superstitious one of them wanted to physically touch what’s in my  medicine bag.  Can you imagine that?

I’ve been wracking my brain trying to remember when that was.  I don’t think I’ve been through airport security since sometime before 1998, but I think I must have been later than that by several years.  It’s only since people got superstitious about other people of Middle Eastern extraction, I think, that anyone’s gotten that submerged in his fantasies he’d do something quite that far off-the-wall.

But it shows up other places, maybe worse.  For instance, I’ve got this stuff made from red clover, bloodroot, galangal, and sheep sorrel I use on myself to get rid of skin cancers popping up from time to time because of my not protecting myself against a particular insecticide when I was a young man.  The easy way was to buy it because making it is a considerable chore.  

But a few years ago the FDA got all uppidy and superstitious about it.  Went out and attacked the bejesus out of all the websites where a person can buy it, ran them off.  Even the name is verboten.

Then a few days ago Gale was telling me about some stuff his dermatologist was having him rub on his face to get rid of skin cancers.  That is one horrifying face old Gale’s putting on at the moment, same as you’d expect if he was using the same stuff I’m using, but doing it on his face.

It appears to me what Gale’s putting on his face is the exact same concoction the FDA was so superstitious about people using if they were buying it off the web, or making it themselves.    Maybe it was the fact every Native American tribe on the continent’s been making it and treating themselves with it for all manner of carcinomas since before Columbus.

That ought to be enough to make anyone makes a living off treating people for cancer, or selling pharmaceuticals to them for big bucks superstitious.  It goes against every superstition the medical and scientific communities hold dear.

I suppose a person just needs to be especially conscious and tolerant of scientific and medical superstitions, more than others.  After all, they’ve got an army of police and other people carrying around guns willing to use them if anyone violates their superstitions.

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Sometimes I think the whole reason people have those superstitions is just to give them an excuse.  An excuse to explain how their particular brand of enlightenment is the only one anyone has any business adopting as a superstition.

Because it’s the one they believe.

Old Jules

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14 responses to “Why Superstitions are a Bad Thing

  1. Old Jules, maybe you should make a big pot of your ‘stuff’ to put on superstitions. Seems to me it will do the trick. Kristin.

    • Kristin: Higher than my paygrade. I tend my own affairs. If a pot of it needs making up and pouring on superstitions it needs someone more inclined to spread his own than I am. Maybe if it seems a good idea you can make a crusade of it. Provided you’re able to recognize which is superstition and which is not. I’ll thank you if you manage to keep inside your own fences, though. Gracias, J

  2. I used to put sheep sorrel in my wild salids to give it a sour fast. I was a Euel Gibbons fan.

  3. I think the not-so-fancy name the FDA doesn’t go nuts about is “black salve”. The pretty name for it seems to get all the attention.

  4. Sounds like good medicine.

  5. Love the voice in your prose. Very interesting, and unfortunate. So many ailments can be cured or at least assisted with mother nature and a little-know-how. Thanks for the insight and musings. ~ Sam

  6. So what is the recipe and / or what is the product?

    • kmabarrett: The Navajo use an electric crockpot these days, equal parts of all four herbs, boil it down to a mud and bury the crockpot to allow it to ferment, usually a couple of months. Evidently the process varies, though the ingredients don’t. Next time I’m figuring to make some I think I’ll try tincturing the herbs in grain alcohol and see how it works. As Ed noted in his comment, the product not currently declared offensive by the FDA is called, Black Salve, or sometimes Red Salve. Jules

  7. The flight you’re not quite remembering was when you came to help me move and drive my rental truck. I remember you told me that you insisted that they NOT touch the contents of the bag and it was part of your Native American beliefs that no one else touch it. They asked you what tribe, and you said, “Cree.” They still made you empty the bag, but they didn’t touch any of it.

    • Hi Jeanne. Thanks for clearing that up. I likely figured they didn’t know anymore than I did about Cree beliefs, so I could get by with it. Turned out the assumption was correct. They called a Native American Security person making a living being an Indian … I don’t recall what tribe. He came in and had me empty it all into a stainless steel bowl, squinted at it a bit, and he and I had a nice, straight-faced discussion about matters spiritual, etc. Gracias, Jules

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