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Is Drinking Charcoal Healthy Or A Hoax?

Activated charcoal has long been used in acute situations for pulling toxins out of the human

body.

Its composition is adsorbing, which means that it pulls other substances into itself

and carries them out of the body.

The process of creating activated charcoal is done chemically by heating charcoal made

from wood, coal, coconut or peat until it develops sponge-like pores.

Some traditional uses for activated charcoal:

Food poisoning Hangover prevention

Reducing intestinal gas Lowering cholesterol levels

Drug overdoses

Drinking Charcoal for Health?

Nowadays, adding activated charcoal to detox beverages and cosmetic products is gaining

in popularity.

Many juice companies offer "charcoal lemonade," which is a mix of water, lemon juice, sweetener

and activated charcoal.

The taste of the inky beverage is often described as not too different from regular lemonade

(though some people say it reminds them of cement), and the texture is typically described

as a bit chalky.

As far as whether there are any benefits of drinking charcoal, the answer is a soft "yes,"

with a couple of major caveats.

First, the actual quantity of activated charcoal in a prepared charcoal beverage can be pretty

minimal.

Find out if the $10 drink you're considering actually contains much charcoal; otherwise

you're just buying some very expensive lemon water.

Timing Is Everything

Next, it's important to understand that when to take activated charcoal is incredibly

important.

Juice brands generally fail to mention that charcoal binds to everything in your system!

Not only will charcoal help pull out any toxins floating around, it will also render medication

taken in recent hours inert and prevent you from absorbing the nutrients in your food

if taken within several hours of eating.

All too often, companies make no mention of this on the label.

Additionally, it's also sold as an addition to green juice in bottles; this means that

all those good vitamins and minerals from the green juice will never have the opportunity

to enter your system, since the charcoal will prevent that.

The best time to drink charcoal is either at the start of the day if you won't be

having breakfast for several hours, or before bedtime, with dinner eaten several hours prior.

Juice makers claim that activated charcoal can flatten stomachs and improve energy levels,

and those claims do have some merit: By reducing intestinal gas, your stomach will be flatter

after drinking it — if your lack of a flat stomach was caused by gas and not fat.

If your low energy levels are because of toxins in your system, charcoal will improve your

energy level by removing them.

But if you think you might want to try an activated charcoal drink, you have more options

than paying $10 for one at a juice bar.

An entire bottle of 100 activated charcoal capsules made from coconut, which is generally

considered in wellness circles to be the healthiest option, costs less than $20.

If you're less picky about sourcing, activated charcoal made by brands such as Nature's

Way cost less than $10 for 100 pills.

To match what the average juicery adds to a bottle of charcoal lemonade, you'd probably

want to add two to four capsules.

If you decide to buy your own charcoal, there are other uses for it as well: It's a safe

alternative for teeth whitening and is often used in place of a whitening toothpaste.

Warning: This is a pretty messy task to take on!

If you do try it, you'll need towels on hand to clean up your bathroom sink afterward.

Activated charcoal can also be added to face masks, which can be helpful for acne brought

on by environmental toxins.

Outside of using it incorrectly by taking it close to medications or food, activated

charcoal is generally considered harmless.

As for whether it will actually boost your mood, it's worth a try if you're curious

— it just might.

At the very least, you'll look pretty hip sipping on it.

Please leave your comments below, we will answer you as soon as possible.

Like, share, subscribe and don't forget to support us on Patreon.

Your health matters to us!

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Trump's Strike Means He Is Now Barack Obama - Duration: 1:06.

I would just like us to remember that

with this air strike that Trump has

ordered in Syria recently he's

following exactly the same policy that

Barack Obama set out whilst he was the

President Obama persistently allowed

bombings to occur in Syria and Iraq and

was never one of the anti-war people

that the Democrats like to portray him

as that was one of his campaigning promises

that he was different to Bush

he was different like that he was going to pull the troops

out he pulled the troops out continued

blowing up kids with his drone strikes

and his missile strikes Obama dropped

26,000 bombs in 2016 alone now just think

about that for a moment and please when

these anti-war people come out in

earnest on social media just make sure

that you can get their attention for a

moment and just ask them if they were so

persistently against war and against

kids getting blown up when barack obama

was in office because the answer will be

quite clearly no the anti-war movement

vanished when Obama was in office and

then it just reappeared on Inauguration

Day January 2017 I wonder why

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A selfish life is a bad way to live - Duration: 7:57.

When you were born, you cried while the world rejoiced. Live your life in such a way that when you die the world cries while you rejoice.

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Grimm's Fairy Tales The Fisherman and His Wife by Jacob and Wilhelm GRIMM in English - Duration: 15:10.

THE FISHERMAN AND HIS WIFE from Grimm's fairy tales by Jacob and Wilhelm Grimm

translated by Edgar Taylor and Marian Edwards

There was once a fisherman who lived with his wife in a pigsty, close

by the seaside.

The fisherman used to go out all day long a-fishing; and

one day, as he sat on the shore with his rod, looking at the sparkling

waves and watching his line, all on a sudden his float was dragged away

deep into the water: and in drawing it up he pulled out a great fish.

But the fish said, 'Pray let me live!

I am not a real fish; I am an enchanted prince: put me in the water again,

and let me go!'

'Oh, ho!' said the man, 'you need not make so many words

about the matter; I will have nothing to do with a fish that can talk:

so swim away, sir, as soon as you please!'

Then he put him back into the water, and the fish darted

straight down to the bottom, and left a long streak of blood behind him

on the wave.

When the fisherman went home to his wife in the pigsty, he told her how

he had caught a great fish, and how it had told him it was an enchanted

prince, and how, on hearing it speak, he had let it go again.

'Did not you ask it for anything?' said the wife, 'we

live very wretchedly here, in this nasty dirty pigsty; do go back and

tell the fish we want a snug little cottage.'

The fisherman did not much like the business: however, he went to the

seashore; and when he came back there the water looked all yellow and

green.

And he stood at the water's edge, and said: 'O man of the sea!

Hearken to me!

My wife Ilsabill Will have her own will,

And hath sent me to beg a boon of thee!'

Then the fish came swimming to him, and said, 'Well, what is her will?

What does your wife want?'

'Ah!' said the fisherman, 'she says that when I had caught you, I ought to have asked you

for something before I let you go; she does not like living any longer

in the pigsty, and wants a snug little cottage.'

'Go home, then,' said the fish; 'she is in the

cottage already!'

So the man went home, and saw his wife standing at the

door of a nice trim little cottage.

'Come in, come in!' said she; 'is not this much better than the filthy pigsty

we had?'

And there was a parlour, and a bedchamber, and a kitchen;

and behind the cottage there was a little garden, planted with all sorts

of flowers and fruits; and there was a courtyard behind, full of ducks

and chickens.

'Ah!' said the fisherman, 'how happily we shall live now!'

'We will try to do so, at least,' said his wife.

Everything went right for a week or two, and then Dame Ilsabill said,

'Husband, there is not near room enough for us in this cottage; the

courtyard and the garden are a great deal too small; I should like to

have a large stone castle to live in: go to the fish again and tell him

to give us a castle.'

'Wife,' said the fisherman, 'I don't like to go to

him again, for perhaps he will be angry; we ought to be easy with this

pretty cottage to live in.'

'Nonsense!' said the wife; 'he will do it very willingly, I know; go along and try!'

The fisherman went, but his heart was very heavy: and when he came to

the sea, it looked blue and gloomy, though it was very calm; and he went

close to the edge of the waves, and said: 'O man of the sea!

Hearken to me!

My wife Ilsabill Will have her own will,

And hath sent me to beg a boon of thee!'

'Well, what does she want now?' said the fish.

'Ah!' said the man, dolefully, 'my wife wants to live in a stone

castle.'

'Go home, then,' said the fish; 'she is standing at the gate

of it already.'

So away went the fisherman, and found his wife standing

before the gate of a great castle.

'See,' said she, 'is not this grand?'

With that they went into the castle together, and found a great many

servants there, and the rooms all richly furnished, and full of golden

chairs and tables; and behind the castle was a garden, and around

it was a park half a mile long, full of sheep, and goats, and hares,

and deer; and in the courtyard were stables and cow-houses.

'Well,' said the man, 'now we will live cheerful and happy in this beautiful

castle for the rest of our lives.'

'Perhaps we may,' said the wife; 'but let us sleep upon it,

before we make up our minds to that.'

So they went to bed.

The next morning when Dame Ilsabill awoke it was broad daylight, and

she jogged the fisherman with her elbow, and said, 'Get up, husband,

and bestir yourself, for we must be king of all the land.'

'Wife, wife,' said the man, 'why should we wish to be the

king?

I will not be king.'

'Then I will,' said she.

'But, wife,' said the fisherman, 'how can you

be king--the fish cannot make you a king?'

'Husband,' said she, 'say no more about it, but go and try!

I will be king.'

So the man went away quite sorrowful to think that his wife should

want to be king.

This time the sea looked a dark grey colour, and was

overspread with curling waves and the ridges of foam as he cried out:

'O man of the sea!

Hearken to me!

My wife Ilsabill Will have her own will,

And hath sent me to beg a boon of thee!'

'Well, what would she have now?' said the fish.

'Alas!' said the poor man, 'my wife wants to be king.'

'Go home,' said the fish; 'she is king already.'

Then the fisherman went home; and as he came close to the palace he saw

a troop of soldiers, and heard the sound of drums and trumpets.

And when he went in he saw his wife sitting on a throne

of gold and diamonds, with a golden crown upon her head; and on

each side of her stood six fair maidens, each a head taller than the

other.

'Well, wife,' said the fisherman, 'are you king?'

'Yes,' said she, 'I am king.'

And when he had looked at her for a long time, he said, 'Ah,

wife! what a fine thing it is to be king!

Now we shall never have anything more to wish for as long

as we live.'

'I don't know how that may be,' said she; 'never is a long

time.

I am king, it is true; but I begin to be tired of that, and I

think I should like to be emperor.'

'Alas, wife! why should you wish to be emperor?' said the fisherman.

'Husband,' said she, 'go to the fish!

I say I will be emperor.'

'Ah, wife!' replied the fisherman, 'the fish cannot make an emperor, I am sure, and I should

not like to ask him for such a thing.'

'I am king,' said Ilsabill, 'and you are my slave; so go

at once!'

So the fisherman was forced to go; and he muttered as he went along,

'This will come to no good, it is too much to ask; the fish will be

tired at last, and then we shall be sorry for what we have done.'

He soon came to the seashore; and the water was

quite black and muddy, and a mighty whirlwind blew over the waves and

rolled them about, but he went as near as he could to the water's brink,

and said: 'O man of the sea!

Hearken to me!

My wife Ilsabill Will have her own will,

And hath sent me to beg a boon of thee!'

'What would she have now?' said the fish.

'Ah!' said the fisherman, 'she wants to be emperor.'

'Go home,' said the fish; 'she is emperor already.'

So he went home again; and as he came near he saw his wife Ilsabill

sitting on a very lofty throne made of solid gold, with a great crown on

her head full two yards high; and on each side of her stood her guards

and attendants in a row, each one smaller than the other, from the

tallest giant down to a little dwarf no bigger than my finger.

And before her stood princes, and dukes, and earls:

and the fisherman went up to her and said, 'Wife, are you emperor?'

'Yes,' said she, 'I am emperor.'

'Ah!' said the man, as he gazed upon her, 'what a fine thing

it is to be emperor!'

'Husband,' said she, 'why should we stop at being

emperor?

I will be pope next.'

'O wife, wife!' said he, 'how can you be pope?

there is but one pope at a time in Christendom.'

'Husband,' said she, 'I will be pope this very day.'

'But,' replied the husband, 'the fish cannot make you pope.'

'What nonsense!' said she; 'if he can make an emperor, he can make a pope: go and try

him.'

So the fisherman went.

But when he came to the shore the wind was raging

and the sea was tossed up and down in boiling waves, and the ships were

in trouble, and rolled fearfully upon the tops of the billows.

In the middle of the heavens there was a little piece

of blue sky, but towards the south all was red, as if a dreadful storm

was rising.

At this sight the fisherman was dreadfully frightened, and

he trembled so that his knees knocked together: but still he went

down near to the shore, and said:

'O man of the sea!

Hearken to me!

My wife Ilsabill Will have her own will,

And hath sent me to beg a boon of thee!'

'What does she want now?' said the fish.

'Ah!' said the fisherman, 'my wife wants to be pope.'

'Go home,' said the fish; 'she is pope already.'

Then the fisherman went home, and found Ilsabill sitting on a throne

that was two miles high.

And she had three great crowns on her head, and

around her stood all the pomp and power of the Church.

And on each side of her were two rows of burning lights, of

all sizes, the greatest as large as the highest and biggest tower in

the world, and the least no larger than a small rushlight.

'Wife,' said the fisherman, as he looked at all this greatness, 'are you pope?'

'Yes,' said she, 'I am pope.'

'Well, wife,' replied he, 'it is a grand thing to be pope; and now

you must be easy, for you can be nothing greater.'

'I will think about that,' said the wife.

Then they went to bed: but Dame Ilsabill could not

sleep all night for thinking what she should be next.

At last, as she was dropping asleep, morning broke, and the

sun rose.

'Ha!' thought she, as she woke up and looked at it through the

window, 'after all I cannot prevent the sun rising.'

At this thought she was very angry, and wakened her husband, and said, 'Husband, go to the

fish and tell him I must be lord of the sun and moon.'

The fisherman was half asleep, but the thought frightened him so much that he started

and fell out of bed.

'Alas, wife!' said he, 'cannot you be easy with being pope?'

'No,' said she, 'I am very uneasy as long as the

sun and moon rise without my leave.

Go to the fish at once!'

Then the man went shivering with fear; and as he was going down to

the shore a dreadful storm arose, so that the trees and the very rocks

shook.

And all the heavens became black with stormy clouds, and the

lightnings played, and the thunders rolled; and you might have seen in

the sea great black waves, swelling up like mountains with crowns of

white foam upon their heads.

And the fisherman crept towards the sea, and cried out, as well as he could:

'O man of the sea!

Hearken to me!

My wife Ilsabill Will have her own will,

And hath sent me to beg a boon of thee!'

'What does she want now?' said the fish.

'Ah!' said he, 'she wants to be lord of the sun and moon.'

'Go home,' said the fish, 'to your pigsty again.'

And there they live to this very day.

end of THE FISHERMAN AND HIS WIFE

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This Is How Your Brain Powers Your Thoughts - Duration: 3:50.

Your brain needs a LOT of energy to function.

Despite the fact that the average adult brain is only about 2% of your total body mass,

it uses a full 20% of the energy you spend while at rest.

To keep all your brain functions going, neurons -- the cells that make up the brain -- have

to constantly be at the ready, and that's no easy task.

Your brain has about 86 billion neurons that are interconnected at a hundred trillion to

a quadrillion synapses.

When you're thinking, your neurons are shooting messages back and forth across your brain…

the cells are "firing."

And because someone could jump out and scare you at any time, they have to be ready to

fire at a moment's notice.

One study found that the firing of neurons uses about two thirds of your brain's energy.

And now scientists have found out how brain cells recharge and fire!

Turns out they operate much the same way your muscle cells do when you're exercising.

Both neurons and muscles need glucose, a simple form of sugar, to function.

In order to get more glucose, they activate a protein called Glut4 which lives inside

our cells.

As you start thinking hard, extra Glut4 moves to the surface of the cell membranes.

As I understand it, the Glut4 is sort of like a neuron is sticking little fishing nets into

the bloodstream to grab glucose.

Once the nets are out there, they just keep grabbing more fuel allowing our brain cells

to burn the midnight oil.

Once it grabs onto the glucose, it can use it to send messages and keep you thinking.

The common misconception that your neurons are firing electricity from one cell to the

next is a bit misleading.

It's not like the electricity in your home.

Instead, your brain's electrical signals come from charged molecules, called ions.

The charge propagates down the length of a nerve cell membrane, like doing the wave at

a hockey game.

When it reaches the end of the cell, the electrical signal is converted into a chemical signal.

The chemicals are collectively called neurotransmitters, which allow the cells to talk to each other.

The neurotransmitters are stored in little containers across the neuron called vesicles.

Neurons can have hundreds, to hundreds of thousands, of vesicles… all to make sure

the messages it wants to send get out safely.

Okay, so, this is the cool part.

Once a neuron is ready to talk to it's neighbor, it releases an ion via these chemicals,* and

throws it into the synaptic gap -- the space between neurons.

And then BAM.

The ion is grabbed by the next neuron in the chain, and the game of brain telephone continues.

All of this activity is powered by a molecule called Adenosine Triphosphate, or ATP, which

is generated by mitochondria, the powerhouse of the cell.

And what does mitochondria burn?

GLUCOSE, baby.

So, Glut4 grabs some glucose, pulls it into the cell, gives it to the mitochondria, which

converts it to ATP so that we can send charged ions through neurotransmitters to the next

cell.

And this happens again and again and again.

It's happening in your brain right now while you're watching this.

Or, if that's confusing, just remember.

Our brain runs on basically sugar, just like muscles.

And also like muscles, if you're low on sugar, it makes it hard for your brain to

work.

It seems like the optimal amount of sugar for your brain is about 25 grams of glucose

floating in the bloodstream.

For scale, that's about as much as you find in a banana.

So if you're ever in a fog, take a break, have a bite, and let your thinky meat recover.

So more glucose doesn't mean more better, but what about electricity?

Would giving my brain a little jolt kick things into overdrive?

Julia tackles that super insane idea here.

Have you noticed your brain runs differently when you haven't eaten?

I've definitely noticed this.

Let us know down in the comments, make sure you subscribe for more and thanks for watching.

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Grimm's Fairy Tales The Dog and The Sparrow by Jacob and Wilhelm GRIMM in English - Duration: 8:48.

THE DOG AND THE SPARROW from Grimm's fairy tales by Jacob and Wilhelm Grimm

translated by Edgar Taylor and Marian Edwards

A shepherd's dog had a master who took no care of him, but often let him

suffer the greatest hunger.

At last he could bear it no longer; so he took to his heels, and off he ran in a very

sad and sorrowful mood.

On the road he met a sparrow that said to him, 'Why are you so sad,

my friend?'

'Because,' said the dog, 'I am very very hungry, and have

nothing to eat.'

'If that be all,' answered the sparrow, 'come with me

into the next town, and I will soon find you plenty of food.'

So on they went together into the town: and as they passed

by a butcher's shop, the sparrow said to the dog, 'Stand there

a little while till I peck you down a piece of meat.'

So the sparrow perched upon the shelf: and having

first looked carefully about her to see if anyone was watching her, she

pecked and scratched at a steak that lay upon the edge of the shelf,

till at last down it fell.

Then the dog snapped it up, and scrambled away with it into a corner, where he soon

ate it all up.

'Well,' said the sparrow, 'you shall have some more if

you will; so come with me to the next shop, and I will peck you down another

steak.'

When the dog had eaten this too, the sparrow said to him, 'Well,

my good friend, have you had enough now?'

'I have had plenty of meat,' answered he, 'but I should

like to have a piece of bread to eat after it.'

'Come with me then,' said the sparrow, 'and you shall soon have

that too.'

So she took him to a baker's shop, and pecked at two rolls

that lay in the window, till they fell down: and as the dog still wished

for more, she took him to another shop and pecked down some more for

him.

When that was eaten, the sparrow asked him whether he had had enough

now.

'Yes,' said he; 'and now let us take a walk a little way out of

the town.'

So they both went out upon the high road; but as the weather

was warm, they had not gone far before the dog said, 'I am very much tired--I

should like to take a

nap.'

'Very well,' answered the sparrow, 'do so, and in the meantime

I will perch upon that bush.'

So the dog stretched himself out on the road, and fell fast asleep.

Whilst he slept, there came by a carter with a cart drawn by three horses, and loaded with

two casks of wine.

The sparrow, seeing that the carter did not turn

out of the way, but would go on in the track in which the dog lay, so

as to drive over him, called out, 'Stop! stop!

Mr Carter, or it shall be the worse for you.'

But the carter, grumbling to himself, 'You make it

the worse for me, indeed! what can you do?'

cracked his whip, and drove his cart over the poor

dog, so that the wheels crushed him to death.

'There,' cried the sparrow, 'thou cruel villain, thou hast killed

my friend the dog.

Now mind what I say.

This deed of thine shall cost thee all thou art worth.'

'Do your worst, and welcome,' said the brute, 'what harm can you do me?'

and passed on.

But the sparrow crept under the tilt of the cart, and

pecked at the bung of one of the casks till she loosened it; and than

all the wine ran out, without the carter seeing it.

At last he looked round, and saw that the cart was dripping,

and the cask quite empty.

'What an unlucky wretch I am!' cried he.

'Not wretch enough yet!' said the sparrow, as she alighted upon the head

of one of the horses, and pecked at him till he reared up and kicked.

When the carter saw this, he drew out his hatchet and aimed a blow at

the sparrow, meaning to kill her; but she flew away, and the blow fell

upon the poor horse's head with such force, that he fell down dead.

'Unlucky wretch that I am!' cried he.

'Not wretch enough yet!' said the sparrow.

And as the carter went on with the other two horses, she again

crept under the tilt of the cart, and pecked out the bung of the second

cask, so that all the wine ran out.

When the carter saw this, he again cried out, 'Miserable wretch

that I am!'

But the sparrow answered, 'Not wretch enough yet!' and

perched on the head of the second horse, and pecked at him too.

The carter ran up and struck at her again with

his hatchet; but away she flew, and the blow fell upon the second horse

and killed him on the spot.

'Unlucky wretch that I am!' said he.

'Not wretch enough yet!' said the sparrow; and perching upon the third horse,

she began to peck him too.

The carter was mad with fury; and without looking about him, or

caring what he was about, struck again at the sparrow; but killed his

third horse as he done the other two.

'Alas! miserable wretch that I am!' cried he.

'Not wretch enough yet!' answered the sparrow as she flew

away; 'now will I plague and punish thee at thy own house.'

The carter was forced at last to leave his cart

behind him, and to go home

overflowing with rage and vexation.

'Alas!' said he to his wife, 'what ill luck has befallen me!--my wine is all

spilt, and my horses all three dead.'

'Alas! husband,' replied she, 'and a wicked bird has come into

the house, and has brought with her all the birds in the world, I am

sure, and they have fallen upon our corn in the loft, and are eating it

up at such a rate!'

Away ran the husband upstairs, and saw thousands of

birds sitting upon the floor eating up his corn, with the sparrow in the

midst of them.

'Unlucky wretch that I am!' cried the carter; for he saw

that the corn was almost all gone.

'Not wretch enough yet!' said the sparrow; 'thy cruelty shall cost thee they

life yet!' and away she flew.

The carter seeing that he had thus lost all that he had, went down

into his kitchen; and was still not sorry for what he had done, but sat

himself angrily and sulkily in the chimney corner.

But the sparrow sat on the outside of the window, and cried 'Carter!

thy cruelty shall cost thee thy life!'

With that he jumped up in a rage, seized his hatchet,

and threw it at the sparrow; but it missed her, and only broke the

window.

The sparrow now hopped in, perched upon the window-seat, and

cried, 'Carter! it shall cost thee thy life!'

Then he became mad and blind with rage, and struck the window-seat

with such force that he cleft it in two: and as the sparrow flew from

place to place, the carter and his wife were so furious, that they broke

all their furniture, glasses, chairs, benches, the table, and at

last the walls, without touching the bird at all.

In the end, however, they caught her: and the

wife said, 'Shall I kill her at once?'

'No,' cried he, 'that is letting her off too easily: she shall die a much more

cruel death; I will eat her.'

But the sparrow began to flutter about, and stretch out her neck

and cried, 'Carter! it shall cost thee thy life yet!'

With that he could wait no longer: so he gave his wife

the hatchet, and cried, 'Wife, strike at the bird and kill her in my hand.'

And the wife struck; but she missed her aim, and hit her husband on

the head so that he fell down dead, and the sparrow flew quietly home to

her nest.

end of THE DOG AND THE SPARROW