Julia BohemianHerbology:
The darkness that shadowed my early life plays a central role in who I am, and why I advocate for adaptation agriculture. As I step into the role of elder, I feel compelled towards open communication and clear warnings about the dangers we face. Dangers that I have experienced in my own body and soul.
Glyphosate was already well established before I started working as a chemist.
While in high school, I worked on developing a boron analog of glyphosate, in which we replaced one of the carbon atoms in the molecule with a boron molecule. We then tested it on beans to see how it would react differently than glyphosate. We published that work in the chemical journals. It’s there for anyone to look up.
After university, I spent 9 months in the QA department at a pharmaceutical company testing the peritoneal dialysis solution for defects in manufacturing.
Then I worked for 9 months, before Internet, reading Russian language publications, and compiling a dossier (spying) on Russian firms, and people.
Then I returned to the lab, doing pesticide registration studies.
Early on, I received plants from around the world. I extracted the oils and alkaloids from then, and submitted them for testing to isolate biologically active poisons. Neem oil spray became commercially available because of my work. Mostly though, my work focused on synthetic poisons. I became aware of the deep lies of corporations.
Then they transferred me to the chemical weapons department. My work transitioned into black ops. I had to keep secrets from my loved ones. I became aware of the deep lies of politicians.
Then they transferred me to the biological weapons department. That very day, I walked out of the building and never returned. I haven’t used pesticides since then – 26 years, 10 months, and 23 days. And have only used one pharmaceutical, (5 days of antibiotics).
I continually strive to become more aligned with life, with community, and with full conscious awareness. I smile, when people accuse me of hypocrisy, because it fills my bumbling, crazy life. I get to smile at myself, and at them, and then move forward as best I can with my current understanding on how the world works, and the role I might play in helping things work more harmoniously.
Telling my full story seems like a way to continue my penance for the dark choices of a foolish child.