Amazon Thunder Pure Organic Acai Pulp Puree 32oz.

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About pure Acai juice and Fibromyalgia........?

I am thinking on getting some for my sister. A friend of mine has been on the Amazon Thunder brand (bottle liquid) for the past month now and is very happy with what it has done for her. She says that her Fibro is not acting up as often as it was - 2 days of pain in the last month - and noticed that her chemical sensitivity is almost non existent. My friend has suffered with Fibro and Chem sensitivity for the past 15 yrs so she does have the history to back it up. My sister has had this as long as she can remember and in the past 12 yrs a doctor finally diagnosed her as Fibromyalgia. She has always had chemical sensitivity and no allergies. Has anyone tried the Amazon Thunder or even Noni Juice and what has been your experiences with it? My sister does not need to lose weight so it is not for that at all. I just do not want her to take pills that is not helping her or toxifying her system. I am a big believer in organic and healthy eating and so is she. She does keep active and even tries to walk a mile or 2 every other day - takes her a day to recover -so if anyone has tried this or these products I would really like to know how it has helped you. Thanks so much.

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Karma, see my answer to this question in your question in the other section. Brightest Blessings, Raji the Green Witch

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Can You Proof read this for me please? It is a paper due tomorrow. It is on the amazon rainforest being deforested from the birds point of view. Thank you so much! It was just another great day here in the Amazon Rainforest. The sun shone brightly through the billowing white clouds creating small rainbows as it passed through the fine mist. The air was thick with humidity and warmth. I was perched on a large leafy limb of a tree at* the top of the canopy of this dense green tropical forest in which my fellow birds and I, Earl, preside, the magnificent views of nature at its best are endless. It is such a beautiful site to see. 
So, as I said, everything was going normal until midday, when the sun was just about in the middle of the sky, I began to see a grey and white blur streaking through the sky at a fast pace. As soon as I saw the miniscule red segment that came along with the blur I assumed it was Delmar. Delmar is a friend of mine from the southwest. One can easily distinguish between him and other birds because his species, the African Grey Parrots, is entirely unique looking. In the land of vibrant colors that we live in, Delmar is pretty much colorless. His feathers are grey and white like the stormy sky and the area around his eyes is pure white. Their only color comes from a few striking red tail feathers. He became clearer and clearer as he neared and upon arrival at our branch he took a minute to catch his breath and spoke, “They came,” was all he said. To any outsider those two words would mean nothing, but to all creatures of this domain those words were cursed words. “They” are humans, and their arrival is almost certainly followed by a most tragic destruction of our homes and lives. Over time, we’ve learned that They call what they do to our homes “Deforestation” or “Clear Cutting.” Generally, it occurs in four steps. First, two to five of the two legged monsters come and stain our trees with alien objects that spray out mists of colors that leave scars on our tree’s trunks. At the same time, they plant thin flowers in the ground who’s stalks are made of unnatural material that is reflective like water and hard like rocks and topped with triangle shaped flowers that waver in the wind. Second, more sizable groups embark onto our land. They cut down a few trees to make room for, what seems to be, their shelter. Then, enormous swarms of them come in like hordes of leafcutter ants. Alongside them are the Roarers. Roarers are huge loud creatures the humans sit in. They seem to highly multiply the capability of tree cutting the humans have, but as they do so the create deafening roaring noises. The back of them creates black clouds that make it hard to breath. Many birds have become ill flying over regions occupied by Roarers because the air above them gets so effortlessly occupied by their smoke. “The midday rain shower is about to begin, how about we go inside?” I asked Delmar, hoping to not get caught in today’s storm. From the looks of the sky, it seems like it is going to be a bad one. “Sounds good to me,” he responded. We climbed down about seven feet to a hallowed out section of a tree I like to call home. The floor was covered in crunchy dried leaves. It was the perfect size for a petit African *grey and myself, a maximillion pionus. As soon as we got settled we heard the storm commence. The thunder crackled and sounded like it hit a tree somewhere far in the distance. I turned to Delmar and began to ask some of the many questions that were so rapidly running through my mind, “Now, explain to me what happened. Is everyone well? Is there anything left?” “They came without warning and cut down everything down to the last shrub. Hundreds of years of cultivation and thriving habitats were destroyed in a matter of hours. The Roarers were in full force. In and out before sunset. At the end, the did something tricky, though. They spilled clear liquid out of a red container across the ground. Now, not only was the land was now barren and reeked of a putrid foreign smell that we think came from the clear liquid, though we thought nothing of the smell dismissing it as a result of the humans. A little bit after They left we assumed they were not coming back. Their job was done. So many of us regathered in our old home to find friends and family. Twenty minutes into the reunion it began to smell smokey. Soon someone yelled, “Fire!” 
At that point we realized what was happening. They were burning down all the remains of old trees. The timeline from that point on was a blur. One event seeped into another. There was a craze of creatures running and flying all over, choking and blinded by the heavy smoke. I was on the outer skirts of the cleared area and had easy axis to fly off. Not everyone was so lucky and got out,” he told me. As he spoke the rain became harder and thunder more frequent.

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