Working Together
- melissaraetoni
- Aug 17
- 3 min read

Today I had a craving for pickles, and because I just wanted to go into the grocery store and TRUST without much thought, I grabbed a jar without looking at the ingredients thoroughly like I now usually do. The pickles tasted delicious until after maybe six or seven when my craving felt satisfied and the space for more intellect opened up for me to take the time to finally read the ingredients:
“Yellow 5”. I’d never heard of it before or thought to look it up. It turns out it’s a synthetic food dye, controversial for reasons I intuitively already bypass (reasons blaming the consumer such as hyperactivity etc etc) but controversial indeed for simply natural instinct reasons—reasons by which any golden rule FDA official would be like “absolutely not”. It’s synthetic. It’s not real. Why are we allowing it to be made and fed to humans at all?
This spontaneous grocery trip reminded me why we do have to keep thinking and taking extremely good care of ourselves and our loved ones. “Yellow 5” may be a small frustration in the scheme of largely allowed government frustrations—like Covid for example, an absolutely made up scare, later on manufactured as a “real” illness to cover up the whole of it. But what do we do now that it already happened? We make sense and purpose, of course, cleansed of the previous lies. For “Yellow 5” unwelcome by my body, I’m drinking Arsene Francoeur Ngana’s tea recipe again—ingredients I keep on hand—to cleanse out what I wish I didn’t ingest in the first place, but here we are. And then for Covid, what senses and purpose are we gathering? For sure we can focus money input on the companies that are ethical and good for the planet. We can LISTEN to the employees more and their suggestions that often are best and wisest from the bottom up. For those companies that would rather bury themselves alive and “just go home”, we can let that happen too, I suppose. I’m not against that. I know some people aren’t afraid of the government simply giving them money to go home IF there is no catch—i.e. you have to be sick, you have to be scared. And for sure, I’m glad GOOD people who were imprisoned are better understood now—as Jacoby Shaddix would say, “I cry for people who ain’t got control.” I truly do empathize and love from a wholesome place people who had a murderous instinct for child molesters. I mean God, isn’t that natural and normal?
Let’s create a safer and better world together, now that we understand more. I love the majority of people (as long as you’re not a child molester—I keep it real) and I enjoy healthy boundaries too so people are allowed to feel better, get better, and live better. I’ll keep being a full-time enjoyer of life and a writer over here—full of gratitude too and adoration for learning. To love learning is to be a forward evolver. When ethical (and non-ethical but would like to evolve to be ethical!) companies are allowed to do so and receive from the government money that will support those businesses, we’ve got a bunch of happy, independent, and empowered people. When everybody was home “sick and scared” (or homeless! And even more disempowered—again, I’m not talking about child molesters. Put those straight in prison or a literal grave) being forced to get vaccines and such, guess what happened? The NON-ethical companies rose (i.e. nursing homes, psych wards, pill companies, etc etc).
This blog post, in general, is a reminder to myself and others to get back to nature AND not beat yourself up for the learning opportunities nor for being real. My body will cleanse out “Yellow 5”, just as I already cleansed out alcohol completely (alcohol-free 3 years now), marijuana and other drugs, and animal products, in food and all other things too like bath products (look for the “cruelty free”, “plant-based”, and “vegan” stamps of approval) or just simply grab some pine needles and rub those in your armpits for natural deodorant!
Happy healing and feeling good for all the various communities and people out there!! Let’s keep working together and growing and learning. And don’t be scared! We’ve got both control now and patience :)))


And for the record, here is the list of drugs Newport Hospital FORCED IN ME after traumatizing me for 7 days the first time for SIMPLY KNOWING a lot and needing SPACE from EVERYBODY especially Molester Trickster Mary Beth Toni (maiden name Brosofske)—we all could have benefited a lot from knowing that and doing something about it earlier on, but here we are working on it now—and my new “parents” Jack Crish and Annie Stella.
What’s my point here? Drugs are drugs and we’re all done with them and hospitals. And creative wise, this is why I was so shaky in my first memoir when the sun was setting in that part early on.
Knives that don’t kill literal cats WORKING TOGETHER.
I didn’t realize until I got home that it says “Sam’s Nite” as the logo. I just want to tell Sam, the dark haired one who was not just friends with Ryan Poppe who introduced me to him that she is FORGIVEN (I believe her name was Sam Sullivan). We were young and she didn’t mean any harm by it and LESSON LEARNED for the world. So lots of purpose there. And also let’s hate Annie Stella together who never had good intentions.