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Hey,Never had dreads before. Thin straight caucasian hair. My hair always got oily very fast very easily. Probably why i've never had dandruff in my life. Kind of a problem though. It was annoying because I would ALWAYS have to wash my hair after 2 days. My hair has never adjusted otherwise. In highschool I tried to go as long as possible without washing my hair, no shampoo at least. A wet rinse once and awhile and went for 6 and a half months. Even though it went through it's own grease cycles.My dreads seem to be holding together but they just look like straight twisted bits of hair. Not dreads. I'm probably just being paranoid. I wish I could get a decent photo. Maybe tonight so I could get some opinions. I redid most of them yesterday because I had a lot of very thin ones and still do. I have a lot of hair that came loose in the back that wont even dread together because it's so oily.Is this bad? Should I wash? It's been 4 days almost which seems like it would be too early to wet them. But if you cant dread oily hair doesn't that pose a problem?

so its been a little bit less than a month now since starting my journey.. i can see how my hair is sectioning itself.. its pretty exciting.. wen i wash my hair i can feel them coming togther.. i am anxious and eager to see wut they will become.. as i see others dreads i wonder wut mine will look like.. for now the sectioning is all that is really visable.. i have some frizz.. not a total lot but not a little bit either.. the baking soda wash seems to be working good for me.. about twice a week i wash but i think im gonna start a little bit more often.. and use the acv rinse inbetween because i am getting some dandruff and itchiness.. i scratch my head and the dandruff shows more but is still pretty hidden in the mess.. the acv works well and i rinse my hair every morning with cold water and it helps.. i just recently ordered 2 tams online so im also waiting anxiously for those to arrive in the mail.. i am gonna wear them at night and wen not a work cuz they wont allow it.. my hair gets all smashed and very wild in the morning from all my tossing and turning.. so im hoping the tams will help.. wen a work i sometimes but it back with a big band but it seem to be keeping the the hair on the side of my head from dreading.. the back and front has been the most progressive.. so i like to let my hair flow naturally the days im not busy... well untill next time.. i will post some pictures soon so u all can see my process..peace and loveras j

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Okay, so here it is...I will be going to Utah on Friday July 16th. I am going to visit my youngest daughter. My daughter Blaze is 11 and lives in a facility, she has been gone since May 4, 2009. Blaze is Bi-Polar and in the past has been very violent. She used to beat me and my other two daughters daily. When we painted her room after she left there were 65 holes in the wall. She was taken out of public school at one point and put into a school for the emotionally disturbed where she was suspended for beating her teacher. I am condensing this for space, but let me say that if you have not had this challenge in your life you might not be able to understand how bad it got. Our house is a loving home. There is no abuse or addiction and not one has ever hurt Blaze. Her dad and I have been married 18 years. We have tried everything, the only choice we were left with was to send her to a facility...that, or to lose our other kids because of the violence in the home or lose Blaze to the juvenile system. Anyway, I have been to Utah three times to visit her and this will be my fourth. The problem is that in addition to the stress of having to leave my daughter once again at the conclusion of the visit I have to be in Utah. Utah is a beautiful state, but from my experience, the people have been mean and small minded. Although I try to be unaffected, I still very much am. They sneer at me and are down right hostile, even the clerks in stores are hateful. I know that it stems from the fact that I have tattoos and bright red hair and I don't dress the way they do there. The population is very much Mormon. I do not want to criticize anyone's faith ( I am Jewish), but they don't even know me and they act like they hate me and it begins as soon as I get there until I leave...and it is everywhere but at my daughter's school! Now, here I am in a tam! How do I stay happy and focused and unaffected? I feel overwhelmed and emotional, even against my own better judgement. By the way, as you can imagine..my decision to dread sprang out of this life altering experience. After Blaze left I had finally a moment of peace and clarity and I desperately needed to do something for myself. I want you all to know that each person here that has reached out in even the smallest way has helped me to find comfort and begin to heal. Thank you and bless each of you.

Soaring Eagle asked me to post this here after I told him the story on FB. So...because I know in my heart that he is pretty amazing, I decided I would share with y'all! ;o)In the past 5 years I tried 3 times to start dreads by doing the whole back combing method, using rubber bands and wax, and spending a bunch of time with my arms over my head trying to tend to them. All three times I gave up on them and combed them out. (Lost a bunch of hair in the process, too).Two years ago I stopped combing my hair and VOILA! I now have natural, hippie dreads by neglect. For about 18 months my hair just looked like a jumbled up mess. I kept separating them though and wore a lot of hats and scarves. Now they are quite distinct and some are decorated with beads I made. I am even beginning to get some nice compliments on them from some pretty straight folks!Thanks SE for the video about your dreads. Long may they swirl about you! I am ever so much more determined to take care of mine and see what they will look like in another 18 years (at the age of 77!)What do I use for maintenance? You know those little bottles of shampoo you get at hotels? I was a hotel housekeeper during most of the past 2 years and could never bring myself to throw away the partially used bottles. So I stuffed them in my pocket and brought them home. I didn't know if it would work but, hey, free is a very good price! ;o) After a while I noticed the first one forming at the spot where my head rested against the headboard when I read at night. Then another and another and another...I live in Florida so I keep my hair pulled up most of the time. I recently decided that I am going to train my dreads to go back (I like them pulled off my face best). I use a large hair tie or a folded scarf to train them.

Hi, i've made a decission and im rdy to start my journey!sorry but i need to say this im new on this site & everyone seems to be nice here so lotz of llove to all of you!ohh yea im going with twist and rip! =)

Dated- 15.08.2007It was exactly this moment, ninety days ago that I was lying in a room painted red. Maybe it was the pain pulsating in my chest that made everything seem red or maybe it was my bleeding eyes.My lungs felt like they were made of sandpaper, scraping my insides and it burnt. Excruciating aftershocks of pain rendered me motionless as I lay there, a rubble of myself. Two aura floated around me and I clutched my moms hand. "I want to stay."All this commotion around me, made me more scared. I saw faces after faces,all of them unknown, staring at me.It is not that I have ever been afraid of unknown but I wanted to leave, looking in eyes of someone familiar.I felt a sharp stab in my arm and my heart started racing again. My body was set on fire and I contorted like old branches of Banyaan trees.Hot liquid blobs of water, streamed out of my eyes and the rusted Iron maidens gripped grew tighter. I was drowning in open air. I was burning in mediterranean sea. I was bleeding in a velvet room. I was exploding in a safe.And then, it stopped.Faces became unrecognizable, voices seemed distant and the pain turned into blue fire.It felt like I was standing in an open field, with strong wind blowing against me and suddenly someone put a glass dome over me. I still saw them but I wasnt there.I was waiting to see the light. I was waiting to travel through a tunnel. Instead I saw eyes. Big brown eyes burning under disappointment. Black tears dripped down and became ash. I have known these eyes, since I opened mine. Maybe that is why I saw it today before I closed mine forever. Maybe I saw it because I had known the flood of black tears was coming. Did you see I bled red even before the flood came?It doesnt matter now anyways. I will never have a chance to tell you anything, even though there is so much to say, so much to show.But the eye stayed. It looked at me with a telekynetic attraction and I felt I had support. I could stand up. The world swirled arond me but this eye kept staring at me from the book cover.I was now standing directly under a maelstrom and the current was pulling me down. And then someone switched off the light.Getting your body tossed around in complete darkness can be scary but I didnt get scared. I saw hundreds of those eyes, in this dark pond bubbling to the surface, asking me to follow it.I was still feeling like a puppet of some back-alley puppeteer from Phat Island, when I glowed. A strange kind of pain radiated through my hand and I shone for a second. The light illuminated the water and I saw black jellyfishes coming towards me. I shone again and now my arm burnt. Silver wound appeared on it and started spreading everywhere. The water felt hotter and hotter as it touched my skin when I was suddenly a feather.A hawk feather blowing on mountain tops, riding the wind, going higher than the bird has ever been. The warm sunlight was pleasing to my eyes and there was no pain.Time jumped and made me a stone. Heavy as lead, I was falling down the sky and I could hear people again. People who open their mouths because they just want to say something. I heard glasses clanking and electricity seared through me.I was on the bed again, writhing in pain. I was every electron of the power surging through me, branching into my veins. I felt my body being formed again. I felt every bone rattling and muscles forming to cushion them.I sank in to my bed like a deflated balloon. The defibrillators sound slowly died down as my heartbeat grew louder.Reasons. An illusion to make yourself content with what just happened. But I couldnt find any. It made no sense to me.If its the survival of the fittest, I can assure you Im not one of the fittest. Im certainly not the smartest. So Why?I woke up in this world again, screaming a name. I have never trusted myself with anything, but dead bodies never lie. Words get twisted in this world, intentions get lost over fibre optic cables and doing the bravest thing makes you look like you are the weakest, but eyes never lie. My body has never lied. Neither has yours.Its funny that I had to die once to know about life. But I can tell you now, if you ask me.Life is just a fleeting moment you spend backstage, before the curtain is pulled and you face an audience expecting so much from you. Best thing to do in this situation is close your eyes as you feel your fingers tapping on the metal strings and rev up the distortion. Music will flow just about right and you will be creating something that cannot be seen but only be heard. Keep playing till there are puddles of lactic acid in your body, forcing you to stop. But dont. Listen to me, Dont stop playing.The show can stop any second and the exit will be to your right. The audience will go home and wont even talk about you while having their dinner. But between that moment and this, keep tapping your fingers and creating things thats invisible but more real than this life we lead.Thanks you

Dear FriendsIt is my greatest pleasure to present this book MIRACLE APPLES to you for your consideration.Let me explain how I came across this book, and what the book is about.I was sitting in the lounge of JAL in Tokyo waiting to go back to New York. I picked up this book from the newly published books displayed in the corner. Once I started to read the book, I could not put it down. The attendant of the waiting room told me I could take the book with me, so I read the whole book on the plane to New York, and immediately wished there was a second book on this subject.This book is a revolution. It is a true story of how an apple farmer worked for 10 years to find a way to grow apples without using any insecticide. I assume the method he has discovered does not just apply to growing apples, but any plants raised with insecticide.As he worked year after year, people of the village and his friends all started to think he had gone crazy. At first, the apple orchard he inherited from his ancestors was destroyed by his not using any insecticide. Clouds of insects came to his orchard from other orchards which used insecticide. His two sons quit school to avoid being teased by their classmates. He lost all his savings, and had to be a bouncer in a local bar for a while. His wife did not say anything, but every day she delivered her handmade lunch in a beautiful lunchbox to the field where he was sitting by himself, unshaved, not doing anything anymore but watching the sky.After ten years of this, he finally thought he had been wrong in starting this incredible journey. One full moon night, he went up a hill to commit suicide. He sat on a stone, and wondered how he could do it.Then suddenly a distant tree caught his eye; the tree was shining in the moonlight. It was an apple tree!Why would a single apple tree be here on this hill? he thought.He ran to the tree and found out that it was not an apple tree, but the tree gave him inspiration. Thats right! The apple trees in the orchards are all raised at first in a green house and then replanted; the natural roots were cut off. You need the natural roots to raise a strong and healthy tree. So he got apple trees with natural roots, and sprayed little amounts of vinegar instead of insecticide. The strange thing was that the insects did not come around the apple trees in his orchard anymore.After this discovery, he was interviewed on TV. A documentary of his story was made, and he became famous. Every day he gets many emails from people wanting to buy his apples. He refuses to mass-produce them, so the apples are sold very slowly to people who line up for them.The Miracle Apples also do not deteriorate, since there is nothing bad in them. I think thats how our bodies could be if we didnt have any poison in them.If his method is used to raise fruits and vegetables, it will save our children, our grand children, and us, from getting unnecessary illness.Thats why I call this book a revolution. I hope you will feel the same.Sincerely,yokoYoko OnoJuly 2010New York City www.IMAGINEPEACE.com

When my hair grows out will it dread by itself or is there something I have to do in order to make my hair dread?

I have rubber bands in my hair and was wondering if taking them out a few days after I've gotten dreads would mess them up in any way?