Little Snow, without the prejudice



'Little Snow' is based on the original story by The Brothers Grimm

Together the Grimms wrote more than 200 stories under their moniker "Brothers Grimm" and we aim to publish the best ones, either in its original and slightly crude form. Or as enhanced stories that we ourselves have rewritten like with this more fleshed out and adult version of "Little Snow".

Original translation by Margaret Taylor (1884)

Photography, web adaptation, and additional writing by Michael A Koontz 2014, a Norse View Imaging and Publishing

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a child of snow



once upon

a Time

Once upon a time, in northern lands and forever lost in the middle of a frosty winter, when the flakes of snow were still falling like whitest feathers down from the sky, a queen, whom we shall give no name.
Because her name has been since long lost, like names and memories so often are was sitting right next to an open, man-sized, window. Her mind going astray as she was sewing without really paying attention to the motions of her needle, the moving fingers, and the growing quilt, instead her eyes and mind kept wandering and looking out through the window, searching beyond its frame of blackest ebony.

All while her mind took in the calming beauty that the falling snow and vista provided for her contemplating mind, as the flakes danced beneath the softly swimming and always turning northern light, all of a sudden she haphazardly pricked a finger deep with her needle, and three little drops of blood one by one, emerged from her ruptured skin and slowly they let loose and fell from her finger as silent as a flake of snow they hurled through air before landing in the window frame.

And to the queen, the red looked for some reason, quite pretty as it slow and soundless spread it´s wings and fingers upon the white fluffy snow before her eyes.

Translucent and contrasting against both the white snow and the dark wood found in the frame of the window, a stray, perhaps even odd, thought went through her mind as it so often does for most of us several times a day. Emerging from somewhere hidden, in the splitting of a second, with no rhyme or reason the oddest thoughts usually comes to play inside our minds, and so it did in hers, moments before thoughts blurted out as words.

"Would that I had a child as white as snow, as red as blood, and as black as the wood of the window-frame."



Like a tale from vintage Hollywood



And would you not know it, as the tale is now told in countless books and movies,face to face, whispered and retold from parents to child with each passing generation, that no more than 7 months after the night in question, the queen who that night had been made pregnant without ever knowing so, gave birth to a little daughter. A child who´s skin was as white as snow and porcelain, not a blemish or hint of other tones was to be seen. And the newborn girls lips was as red as the blood her birth had let loose, and upon her head a few strains of hair was already as black as blackest ebony would contrast upon the whitest of porcelain.

And to no surprise, since such a child, born outside of all that is ordinary could of course not go unnoticed, even if she had not been the Queens only child soon after her birth she was known, far and wide throughout the land as the girl 'Little Snow'.

Gruesomely, like snow covers the greens and flowers at the end of autumn, when the child was born, the Queen died seven nights after, believed to have been natural consequences from the strain that it had been to give her body and hearts entire strength and life to the task of bringing her newly born out into this world of ours.

Some of course saw the death of their Queen as a bad omen, and others really thought none the more of it.

Childbirth was a strenuous task for even the fittest of mothers and it was all too common in this age that the poor mother died as a result of giving birth. In some places, it of course still is and life certainly was unkind and hard for females, pregnant or not, Queens and peasants alike. A seldom few, of course, could not help but to whisper in the evening dark of curses and demons.

A witch or two even met a grizzly end in the hollow fires of fears and superstitious stupidity, and perhaps, they had not even been witches to begin with, but just ordinary women, falsely accused as so often happened in days now lost.


But perhaps, i should mention that they where of course all right, for the tale of "little Snow" was born in equal amounts of joy and sorrow, as it was in love and the foul deeds of the darkest soul and minds.

Her real tale, which i will disclose for the world to see with these pages, is a tale of lost secrets, evil deeds, great love and happy endings. It is a tale born in the hidden things that you are unaware of in our daily life. The truth is that in the night, demons and strange magic do crawl the meadows and upon the clouds of sand and dreams, sandman is real.

But for now, let us get back to the tale of 'Little Snow'.

Strangers talked and whispered, and yet the truth was that no one knew anything for sure, and as such, since it involved their royal masters, no one dared to mention these things aloud in the light of day and soon every day life went back to it´s normal state of mind all throughout the kingdom.

The birth and death of child and Queen, soon forgotten.

The next twelve months or so, give or take a few month´s or weeks, my memory isnt entirely accurate to be fair.

Well, you know how it is with us truly old and ancient. We know what happened, but the little details are like fog, it's there in one moment, all bright and clear, and slightly different the next. It´s the way of life and just how our mind remembers things I've been told in recent days. Oh, the marvels of scientific progress, health care, and insights.


So, while the dates of yesterday's seem to slip my mind, and in all honesty, the exact amount of time that passed is of course not relevant at all. Time followed quite swiftly and it was a string of seasons of mixed feelings, and that is what you need to know.

Some mourned their dead Queen of course, but most really did not care either way. Some might have cared about the girl, or something else. But for the king, at least in public, he was mourning his dead wife, which is hard work for most, and a Queens passing is much more than that, it is not just a matter of the private heart, our own thoughts, and grief, but also a public affair, wet and stained in the affairs of kings and noblemen. But also entwined with the entire nations and his own personal celebrating of the new heir and child.

So, for the king It was a time of duality.

But as Kings and beggars do, the old King went on, found new lovers with whom he enjoyed the pleasures of the flesh and minds of numerous willing ones, both high and low they were, most for free, and i am sure, some for pay.
Some came willing, and some coerced.

Family honor and favors, and all. Ah, the ways of the old sordid world. sometimes there where more than one at a time.

Well, such where the ways of kings, allowed to live and enjoy freely, if they were strong enough to take the freedom that was inherently theirs that is. For what comes naturally to the insides of heart and mind of most, surprisingly often escapes the royals that somehow live their entire life in the shackles of a nation and name, and all it´s meaningless decrees.

The new Queen, sculpted like a fairy like Jolie



And so it was, that one day the King proclaimed that he had finally laid his eyes and mind on a beautiful woman, strikingly gorgeous and pleasant for both eyes, body, and mind.

As beautiful a woman as she was intelligent and strong and knowing of her own desires.

So much so that he and many others all had courted and vied for her attention. With words, gifts and token of lust and sometimes, even love when she so desired.

Breathtakingly sensual and quite feminine with limbs so petite and delicate, like the rarest of flowers and her long flowing red hair, naturally curly, sensual and sultry was her entire being. A girl, or women, if you prefer, she was as proud and wise as she was kind and passionate and full of life. As sultry and enchanting as she was beautiful and sparkling inside out, compassionate and clever, the king of course, made for a suitable choice in the eyes of all, including her own, a choice of her own vices and desires and not at all a husband by others doing.

She was by all accounts a woman that made life her own instead of the other way around, and just what the kingdom and king had needed


But despite her appeal to all men and women and lovers of both sexes, her own heart and mind with each passing day grew wiser to the fact that ever since she had taken the King as her husband and lover, for untold reasons her mind could not bear anymore that anyone else should ever surpass, or even come close to her own beauty. And if someone could have peeked inside her delicious skin and figure they would by now have seen a dark mist, a horrible fungus of dark crawling around inside her gorgeous being, a brooding demon that festered and thrived inside her heart and soul and mind.

Night and day, it was consuming the nectar's of her delicious blood and thoughts, her every desire and sensuous cravings. Every adult pleasure consumed and turned in to a tear, inflicting her self esteem and taking her self image a sensuous slave. Even her orgasms and every naughty desire would send shivers of delightful pleasure through her souls delighted master, soon, more so then her self, and for each passing day it was as if she drowned a litle bit more.

And as time went on it seemed as if the light of day, the swirling wings of laughter, the passion invoked in a kiss, the joys of body and mind when your body quaked with sexual delight, it all some how lost it´s lushness, and day by day, with each passing moment it faded from a vivid stream of colors to a murky faded dawn, veiled in dark clouds and a sleeping sun. It was all there, yet seemingly distant and out of touch with her skin, her heart stabbed and cut away from her body, and even her mind and soul separated, drained, drowned and exhausted.

In the end, no matter how hard the Queen tried to refill her once shining cup of life, that had radiated so strong that she had walked the earth like a female sun, the darkness now only grew higher.

The demon however. Oh how the demon loved his sensual host, a body and mind so delicious, rich and ripe with the pleasures of willing lovers, men and women all provided countless of devouring fun for the Queens nocturnal host
Lovers and moments, not by her own choosing anymore, but at the whims and needs of her very private ruler.

In terror somehow she knew that as much as she had once had the world at her fingertips, she was now not much more than a hostage. To whom she did not even know, but it was if she had lost herself without even knowing how and when, or why. And even tho all of her was as strong as before, her desires, thoughts, her mind, and soul, her pleasures, even tho it was all there, strong and vivid like never before, it was like she could not feel it anymore. Like oil separated the water from the tree.


In her new bedchambers, the Queen and King had put a wonderfully crafted, and quite enchanted vintage looking-glass, and at the end of every day , when she stood in front of it, ready to go bed, she could not keep herself from gazing at her own beautiful build that reflected back at her, mirrored in the old glass and the evening light that silently moved across it´s polished surface.


Day by day she would stand there, allowing herself to slowly drown in her own eyes, cheek, and sensuous lips, the curvature of her hips and firm perky, yet full breasts, her deliciously feminine tummy and petite, strong butts and legs. A gorgeous body, that against all natural claims only grew more sexual, beautiful and sensual with each passing moment.


Gazing at the sight of her flawless surface that hid the dark whirlwind that threatened to drown her from inside, every day she could sense how the surface rippled when the demon inside reared it´s head, poked and probed until once again, she always had to ask, like a bubble of hot air that relentlessly grew somewhere inside of her, pushing against the soil of her mind until it bursted free and out came the question.

"Looking-glass, Looking-glass, on the wall, Who in this land is the fairest of all?"


the looking-glass answered - as always, completely honest,

"Thou, O Queen, art the fairest of all!"

Answers that both demon and the queen for the moment, quite enjoyed, even tho she wasnt even sure why she cared about something as unimportant as that, allowing them both to close their eyes and dream with comfort.

A beautiful woman right next to the King and her secret master sleeping and relentlessly turning deep inside her.

And before you continue reading, let me ask you?
Isn't the reality of the story you have heard so many times under so many names, much more, scary and fantastical then you ever imagined that it possibly could ever have been?.
Yes, reality often outdo our biggest fantasies, both the good and bad ones.







little Snow



the fairest

of them

all

With each dawn, and Morning Star






But, for now, let us continue and do not dwell dear reader, for too long behind that old crooked furniture of yours.

Little snow, the now 12 month old something girl, was growing, and my god, growing up she did, with each dawn and morning star, the girl grew more striking and more beautiful, and before you knew it, just how time flies in the most amazing ways for us all. 10 years passes by like it actually was yesterday. Except when you are waiting for Santa Claus of course.


Well, as such, when she was no more than 15 years old she was already as beautiful as day, and you could already tell, that one day soon, she could possibly be considered more beautiful than even, the Queen herself and men and women would surely court and desire her attention and every sexual and emotional needs. Quite a lot actually already did (hey, keep in mind, royals and peasants alike, often married this age back then, sometimes they already had children of their own. People simply died much younger and grew up much faster. And it was after all, much less caring times too.).

And then, one day, years after when Little Snow had turned 18, or 19, i cant really remember, perhaps she was already in her late twenties, who really knows by now, it so happened that when the Queen once again asked the enchanted looking-glass


"Looking-glass, Looking-glass, on the wall, Who in this land is the fairest of all?"



it answered with a voice sounding the same as always, but the words, oh the words where not all the same

"Thou art fairer than all who are here, Lady Queen." But more beautiful still is Little Snow, as I ween."







The Queen crumbled inside out



The Queen was shocked and her entire world crumbled inside out as the looking glass words hung in air like a swarm of bees that buzzed in her ears, yes, the silence spread through the room like a giant stone had been hurled through the castle walls, but she heard the soundwave of the words over and over again, and the buzzing just would not stop inside her delicious and flawless looking face, and her gorgeous skin i swear, almost turned yellow and green with nefarious envy as the demon inside her raged with blood lust and envy.

From that hour on, whenever she looked at the young woman that little Snow had already become, her heart heaved inside her breast, and her mind thought wicked thoughts of pain and torture, malice and torment.

Even death came to play in the daydreams of her infected mind and heart - oh how she hated the girl, or i might say before you start hating our poor queen, the demon inside her loathed Little Snow´s beauty, and future, her lovers and praise - every day her world grew darker as the girl grew prettier in mind and looks.

Envy and pride grew higher and higher inside of the tormented queen, and her once, so beautiful, kind, and loving, passionate heart turned even darker, twisted and hard, stinging and hurting, like a thorny weed that tortured her insides, her delicate skin and shielded heart, the growing thorn twisted her flesh from within and made her soul bleed with a thousand cuts each morning and night, and soon she had no peace to find at all, neither at day or night. Until, so, the Queen one day, called upon a ruthless huntsman to come to her private chambers.

A huntsman, whom she knew that money was enough to persuade the man to do the most horribly unnamed things and speak none of it ever again.

Once the huntsman stood in front of her, his menacing build and gnarly dark shadow in full bloom and presence, the Queen sent the guards and servants away, her room shielded fro ears dropping by the demon inside, and she spoke with a softly spoken voice as she laid out gold and jewelry on the floor between them,

"Take the child away into the forest; I will no longer have her in my sight. Kill her, and bring me back her heart as a token."



The huntsman of course, obeyed once the substantial price had been fully laid out, and he soon took the girl away from all prying minds, deep in to the old enchanted forest; but the strangest thing then came to happen.

At the time, i was made unaware of this of course, but i would soon find out. That when he had drawn his knife, her hair already in his hand and his muscles and dark mind coiling like a viper just about to slit Little Snow´s innocent throat, she wept the purest tear, and as it rolled down her cheeks, down her collar bones and bare shoulders, she spoke in between her weeping and tears,

"Ah dear huntsman, leave me my life! I will run away into the wild forest, and never come home again."



And the girl where somehow so beautiful in her innocence and sensual and sprouting sexuality and, let us call it, being, that the huntsman could not but to take pity on her and out of character he decided to roll the dice of chance, and til this date i swear, no matter how much torture he would endure later on, he just could not explain it. But the matter of the fact is that he let her go. Like life had reached out and cleansed his dark, lost soul, for a moment or two. And as he let the knife off her throat, he spoak.

"Run away, then, you poor child." "The wild beasts will soon have devoured you,"

as he spoke the words he thought to himself that the girl would most likely perish in the woodland anyway, but at least she would have a small chance and none would ever be the wiser for it. Not that he should care, but he really wanted her to live. A the ways of life.




And even tho he had many times thought of himself as a man without a heart, it seemed as if a stone had been rolled from his chest, now that it was no longer needful for him to kill this girl. And as it happens, when a young boar came running by he quickly stabbed it, and cut out its heart. The huntsman brought the heart back to the Queen and put it up for display, as a fabricated proof of his once in a life good choice and out of character lie, that her evil deed was done and that Little Snow was dead and buried somewhere beyond where no man would ever travel.

With smiles and a jolly good feeling spreading throughout the castle, the Queen, fueled by the cravings of the demon inside of her, ordered her chef to cook and salt and prepare the heart that the huntsman had brought her, and the King and Queen made a feast out of the meal, with jesters and bards, singing and dancing, sultry dancers performed and entertained as they ate the heart with delight, enjoying each bite with utmost satisfaction, and within, hidden out of sight, the act of eating little Snow´s heart made the demons smile shine brighter then it had perhaps ever before. Giving the Queen an otherworldly gleam and beauty that transcended what anyone had ever seen.

And by now, i am sure you are wondering, why the King never missed his child? Well, just keep on reading, and by the end of this horrid tale, you will know the real truth.

A truth so horrible that no one else have ever spoken about it, in truth or fairy tales. Instead blaming the poor possessed Queen for all the foul deeds that painted these early years of 'Little Snow´s' life.














seven Dwarfs



was digging

in the

Mountains

for ore

Far away from the macabre festivities taking place in the castle, the young women thought to now be dead and murdered, found herself all alone in a great, vast forest.

Terrified Little Snow looked at every leaf of every tree like it was alien plants from unknown lands and places, and as the shadows grew darker and longer with the setting sun she realized that she really did not know what to do. She was raised a princess after all and had never had to hunt or scavenge the wild outdoors for food and shelter. Mindlessly and terrified 'Little Snow' wandered around, far she went, or perhaps, just in circles, until when, what we can only assume was a brown bear, tore down a tree not far from Little Snow in it´s hunt for insects and berries to scavenge and eat, In shear horror she began to run through the hovering trees, as far away from the nightly sounds of what she imagined to be giant blood thirsty beasts that had come in pursuit of her tender blood and heart, and soon the girl was all torn up, bloodied mess of two little feets carried her over sharp stones and through unruly thorns and hard stones that tore in to her bare naked skin.

Branches lashed against her face and arms and drops of blood soon fell from more then a dozen wounds and scratches.

But as strange as it might sound. She soon found that the wild beasts of the forest soon ran along side her, not at all chasing the little girl. But instead keeping her own pace through bush and thorn, and even in her frightened state she could hear and see them, wild fur and gleaming teeth´s, muscles stretching in their agile motion, a wild, yet soothing calm and presence, that she soon found comfort in. And as her pace lowered, so did they, and when she stopped so did the animals. 'Little Snow' sat down and caught her breath, her muscles, bones and arms, heavy and aching. Bruised and hurt she looked down at her bloodied feets, and then she looked up, at the gathering of wild animals. In amazement she realized that they watched her, gnarly at each other, but at a steady peace it seemed, and never did they do her harm.

What she did not know back then was that the animals loved the presence of the pure, natural and kind soul inside of her. In her, the long lost men of old age had returned, the wise men of nature that once had hunted together with the grey wolf and the night colored ravens in a trinity of life and nature and intelligent beings. The kind of man that had since long died out and been replaced with these strange human like creatures that hid in candle light houses, afraid of the tiniest mouse and slightest sound.

'Little Snow' soon ran together with the wild beasts again, over tree trunks and gnarly branches their stride took them further away from the grizzly castle and murderous events, they ran together, until it was almost evening; at which point she saw a little cottage in the clearing between giant trees. Stars and the moon casting it´s by now pleasant light upon the little house, and after a brief moment of hesitation and marvel, as she unwillingly said her good byes to the owl, the two wolves and a fellow ship of ravens that all had come to a halt, monitoring each other but almost gathered up around her as if to keep her company, and unless her mind had gone all starching mad, she swear that it where as if the ravens and wolves somehow communicated with each other, tilting their heads and making native little sounds and gestures, talking over the boundaries of species.

Puzzled and entirely exhausted Little Snow knew that she had to go inside the cottage, to look for a more suitable and shielded place to rest herself, lacking all survival skills as she did. And where there was a house, there might be people around, and if there where, she did not want her strange animal friends to end up at the mercy of a hunter or two.

Truth be told, she really was expecting the old miniature house to be abandoned and full of dust and unpleasant traces of rats and other wild life. But to her surprise, everything in the cottage was not just incredibly small, like it was made for half grown men and little girls, but it also looked so much neater and cleaner than expected, in fact it was all as if someone very tidy and neat actually lived here and kept it warm and welcoming. In the middle of the room there stood a table on which someone had made a white cover, and seven little plates was waiting for someone to sit down for supper, and on each plate a little spoon; moreover, there were seven little knives and forks, and seven little mugs.

And by now, i am sure you know the story, against the wall she could see seven little beds side by side, all covered with snow white counterpanes. 'Little Snow' was tired, exhausted and her head spinning, and while she knew better, the house where clearly someones home, and who other would live out here, so far from any villages and towns then a band of murderous bandits. Well

Little Snow white was so hungry and thirsty that she soon forgot all thoughts of danger, and she stuffed her tummy and mouth full of vegetables and bread from each of the plates and drank several mugs of wine, in fact, she had never before had that much wine in an entire week, let alone in less then an hour. Then, with her tummy full, as she was so tired, stuffed and in what is today called, food coma, she laid herself down on one of the little beds, changed a few times since the first was far too short, but at last she found one that was perfectly right, and so she remained in it, her eyes so heavy and tired, and before she knew it, her eyes closed and her mind caught a dream to which it answered and off she sailed in to the starry night.

And in the middle of the night, with nothing but a moon to light their way the owners of the cottage came back; seven dwarfs strong this band of rugged men where. Yes, i know, i know, they where dwarfs not male homo sapiens, it is two different, but closely related species. But, men they still are. The seven dwarfs dug and dwelled in the mountains for ore and riches. Carrying torches to light their way through the old and by now pitch black forest,they quickly discovered that someone had been there in their homes, raiding their evening supper and left a total mess, and the wine, there where wine spilled all over the table and most of the cups where as empty as if no one had ever poured any wine in to them,

Just like 'The Hobbit'



The first said,

"Who has been sitting on my chair?"

The second,

"Who has been eating off my plate?"

The third,

"Who has been taking some of my bread?"

The fourth,

"Who has been eating my vegetables?"

The fifth,

"Who has been using my fork?"

The sixth,

"Who has been cutting with my knife?"

The seventh,

"Who has been drinking out of my mug?"

Then they looked round and saw that someone had messed around with their beds, and one of the dwarfs spoke up,

"Who has been getting into my bed?"

The others came up and each called out,

"Somebody has been lying in my bed too."

And then, one of them, noticed 'Little Snow' tucked down real good in his bed, most stories like to claim it was the seventh dwarf, but i think that has more to do with how the number seven is considered a little special in so many tales and cultures, and to his surprise the girl was even snoring loudly. And he called out to the others, who came running up, and they all got as riled up with astonishment as those crazy over the top dwarfs in Peter Jacksons movie "The Hobbit", and from their torches, the light fell down upon the bed and illuminated little Snow-white.

"Oh, heavens! oh, heavens!" cried they, "what a lovely child!"



And as you already know by now i am sure, they were in truth made so happy, inside out, that they did not wake her up, but instead, the dwarfs let her sleep all night through in the bed. And the seventh dwarf slept instead with his companions, all to tight in the small beds but still, that was how they all got through the night.














the morning after



the Queen got news

Little Snow

was alive

As the morning came rolling by, little Snow awoke by the touch of light upon her cheek and lingering, melodies of birds singing outside the hut, and then, with fright in her heart she quickly realized where she where, in someone elses bed, in a strange place and a beating head, and even worse, as soon as she opened her eyes, she realized that she where not alone, but in a house packed to the walls with unshaved, rough looking male faces. Her heart tried to jump out of her chest at first, and would most likely have done so had it not been for that awfully beating head of hers, oh my god she thoughts, how it hurts, and how dry her mouth and throat is.

But the strange looking and small in height men turned out to be friendly and caring people, and as the morning came to pass, they fed her breakfast and asked all sorts of questions

"My name is Snow white,"

she answered the first thing they asked her.

"How have you come to our house?"

said the dwarfs. And to that she told them that by now familiar horror story of her her step mother had wished to have her killed, but that the intended murdred, a rough huntsman for unknown to her reasons, had decided to spar her life, she told them about how she had fled for her life, running through the wild forest for the whole day, she even told them about the strangest of meetings with the wild animals, and how it had felt like they kept her safe and company until at last she had found their dwelling. In fact, come to think of it, perhaps the wild animals had even guided her to the dwarfs cottage, knowing it was the one safe place for her in the entire forest. Saving and guiding her, like a shepherds wolf keeping the flock of sheep safe.

The dwarfs said,

"If you will take care of our house, cook, make the beds, wash, sew, and knit, and if you will keep everything neat and clean, you can stay with us and you shall want for nothing."

"Yes," said Snow-white, "with all my heart,"

and she stayed with them.

She kept the house in order for them; not as a slave or maid, but to her surprise as an equal, for they all helped out with everything ever needed. And in the mornings the seven little men that called themselves dwarfs went to the mountains and looked for copper and gold, and every evening, with the dark of night, they came back, and they all dined together, sharing tales of the days adventures and plight.

But since 'Little Snow' was alone the whole day, the good and much older and cunning with life experience dwarfs warned her of the obvious dangers and said,

"Beware of your step mother, she will soon know that you are here; be sure to let no one come in."



A betrayal which to pay for

Far away from little snow, the Queen, believing that she had already wined and dined on Little Snow´s precious heart, confident like a conqueror of realms that she was again the first and most beautiful of all devoured and enjoyed all of life. Until one day, itching from the demons push and pull, the relentless probing inside her mind, she one day succumbed to his hurtful ways and once again, she found herself standing in front of the looking-glass, her lips parted and she said said --

"Looking-glass, Looking-glass, on the wall, Who in this land is the fairest of all?" and the glass answered -- "Oh, Queen, thou art fairest of all I see, But over the hills, where the seven dwarfs dwell, Snow white is still alive and well, And none is so fair as she."



The Queen was astounded, shocked and quiet, her mind torn in two and more, how could that be, yet she knew that the looking-glass never spoke a word that where not true, and startling she realized that the huntsman must have betrayed her, some how he had allowed little Snow white to stay alive.

Oh how shen raged, fueled and empowered by her demons rage that tore her insides up in ways never before, she crushed her furniture, hissed and cursed as she hurled things at the poor servants. A cloud of purest black anger built inside of her to the point where it almost looked like her skin was torn and twisted, inside out.

Finally the Queen cried out for the huntsman, her voice turning mortal mens blood to ice, she cried out to the heavens for the huntsmans bloodied and broken corpse to be brought before her very feets.














a wicked Peddler woman



thought

so Hard

how to kill

little Snow

As the insanity of their rage settled enough for the Queens mind to start planning ahead and coherently think again, she locked the doors and sat for several days in her chambers, thinking and conversing with her host and master deep inside.

And together they plotted wicked plans on how to finally kill that horrible child, to eat her bloodied corpse as the feasted upon the huntsman, bit by bit they would eat them alive, their tongues would scream in pain as they cut their limbs from their breathing corpses. Each monstrous plan and thought far crueler and less human then the former for so long as she was not the fairest in the whole land, the envy and hate that dwelled in her demon heart would never again let her know real rest. And finally, after many nights and days of restless sleep they agreed on what to do, and the next morning, as soon as the light permitted, she painted her face, and dressed herself like an old peddler woman, all servants and guards having been banned from her quarters, and without a word or sight, she found her way out of the castle and over the seven mountains she walked along the road, until she stood, gnarly and old outside the dwarven cottage, old and shaky she gathered her strength and knocked at the door as her fragile voice cried out.

"Pretty things to sell, very cheap, very cheap."

Little Snow-white looked out of the window and called out,

"Good-day my good woman, what have you to sell?" "Good things, pretty things," she answered; "stay-laces of all colours,"



and she pulled out one which was woven of bright-coloured silk.

"I may let the worthy old woman in,"

thought Snow-white, and she unbolted the door and bought the pretty laces.

"Child," said the old woman, "what a fright you look; come, I will lace you properly for once."

Snow-white had no suspicion, but stood before her, and let herself be laced with the new and magically enchanted laces. But as she admired how sensual she looked, all of a sudden the old woman laced so painfully tightly that Snow-white lost her breath and fell down as if dead. And as she lay there, the laces kept on tightening all by themselves, shutting out all the oxygen from her vital organs and her blood flow soon began to wither and die.

"Now I am the most beautiful,"

said the Queen to herself, as she left the cottage, with the dead girl behind her.

The first of many cat like deaths



Hours afterwards, in the evening.

The seven dwarfs, like every other day, came back home, and they all cried out in utter shock when they saw their dear 'Little Snow' lying on the ground, breathless and pale as if death had found her hand and tore her in two.

They lifted her pale body up, and cut the laces as swift as they knew to do; and as once they had been taught, they tried to press her chest in a pumping motion, breathing air inside her mouth, and pressing it back out again. They held a mirror in front of her nose, and they cried and called for her to come back to life. Dont leave us sweet child, please come back. Their cries filled the night.

And as they began to fear that it was all to late, then as the light of the moon reached her cute little nose, all of a sudden 'Little Snow' began to breathe a little, and after a while the color of her skin, showed them that the poor little girl had truly come back to life again.

When the dwarfs hours later heard what had happened they all agreed,

"The old peddler woman was no one else than the wicked Queen; take care and let no one come in when we are not with you."















paragon of Beauty



where the

dwarfs dwell

Far away from the forest, the wicked woman had once again reached her home and soon enough she stood in front of the glass once more, and with satisfaction and joy singing in her voice, she happily asked, driven as much by her demons needs and desires as her own curiosity --

"Looking-glass, Looking-glass, on the wall, Who in this land is the fairest of all?" and it answered as before -- "Oh, Queen, thou art fairest of all I see, But over the hills, where the seven dwarfs dwell, Snow-white is still alive and well, And none is so fair as she."




When she heard the answer, all her blood rushed to her heart with fear, realizing that little Snow against all reasons still where alive.

It broke her will and she cried like no one had ever cried, her tears fell down her beautiful face, her sculpted, sensual lips and sultry eyes. How, she said as her voice broke, how can it be. I killed her, i know i did. Why, oh why are you doing this to me.

And in her chest, her heart went numb. It was as if it stopped beating and shrank in size, yet it bursted wide open, threatened to explode, like a boiling pot erupting. Oh the terror, and pain inside her mind and chest. It was as if a thousand knives stabbed and twisted round and round.

"But now," she said, "I will think of something that shall put an end to you,"

and with the help of evil crafts, which her demon mastered, like the back of his empty hand, she made a poisonous comb. Disguised in the shape of another old woman she went over the seven mountains to the seven dwarfs, knocked at the door, and cried,

"Good things to sell, cheap, cheap!" Little Snow-white looked out and said, "Go away; I cannot let any one come in."

"I suppose you can look,"

said the old woman, and as she spoke, she pulled the poisonous comb out and held it up in the light of day, for Little Snow to see from behind her window. Beguiled, she opened the door for the wicked woman, and moments later, when they had made a bargain the old woman said,

"Now I will comb you properly for once."



In the dwarven home, poor little Snow, spoiled from her over protective childhood, lacked all faith in her own intelligence and intuition , and as such, let the old woman do as she pleased, for in truth, it felt good for Little Snow as well to once again be pampered, life with the dwarfs where still new and unfamiliar and she was after all, raised in castles with maidens to brush her hair and do her clothes and every other bidding. But hardly had she put the comb in her hair than the poisonous magic took effect, and the girl fell down senseless and without a breath inside.

"You paragon of beauty," said the wicked woman, "you are done for now,"















white as Snow, red as blood



a poison comb

a rotten apple

and seven dwarves

But fortunately it was almost evening, and soon the seven dwarfs once again would be home from their dwarven mining.

And when the darkness had fallen, there they where. Through the forest and sounds of howling owls they came, seven little dwarf´s with their torches to light their path, back to the hut that was their home. As they entered their home they quickly saw Little Snow lying as if dead upon the ground. They all knew at once that it was the possessed step mother, and they looked and searched their cottage as they tried to save their little girl. Soon they found the poisoned comb stuck in the hair of her hair. Scarcely had they taken it out when Little Snow came back to life. From ashen white and stone cold dead, her lips they parted, and a breath she took, and with a glass of brightest wine she soon told them what had happened.

They warned her once more to always be upon her guard and to never open the door to anyone. They chirped and talked, and could not believe it, how she could trust anyone like that. Had she no sense at all.

The Queen, at night, in her chambers went,, waiting in front of the glass. Nervous she felt, anxious and panted and as the moon behind the clouds took a break, she said

"Looking-glass, Looking-glass, on the wall, Who in this land is the fairest of all?"

As before, it answered once again -- "Oh, Queen, thou art fairest of all I see, But over the hills, where the seven dwarfs dwell, Snow-white is still alive and well, And none is so fair as she."



When she heard the glass speak that truth, once again she trembled and shook with deadly rage.

"Snow-white shall die," she cried, "even if it costs me my life!"



Thereupon she went into a quite secret, lonely room, where no one ever came, it´s entrance hidden behind a veil of magic deep inside their royal chamber, it was in truth not her, room, but the lair of the demons fleshy form, and there she read old arcane books, greeted the dark forces and at the end of night, she had made a very poisonous apple.

On the outside it looked delicious and vividly pretty, white and red it looked so ripe. much more so then any other fruit ever had.

An apple so appetizing that everyone who saw it would long for it´s taste; a taste, as deadly as it was quite certainly a bite of delight, a sensation so sultry it would be like heaven to take but one bite alone, even tho, whoever ate a piece of it would surely also die in agony of the purest form.

When the spell and apple was ready, she painted her face, and conjured the demons ancient forces, and then she dressed herself up as a country woman, petite and pretty, almost a bit sensual and adventurous and so she went on one final mission, all the way over the seven mountains to the dwarven cottage. She knocked at the door and Little Snow put her head out of the window and said

"I cannot let any one in; the seven dwarfs have forbidden me."

"It is all the same to me," answered the woman, "I shall soon get rid of my apples. There, I will give you one."



"No," said Snow-white, "I dare not take anything." "Are you afraid of poison?" said the old woman.

"look, I will cut the apple in two pieces; you eat the red cheek, and I will eat the white."



But, little did Little Snow know, that the apple was so cunningly made that only the red was poisoned, and only to someone others bite then the demons host, and since Little Snow longed for the fine apple, like if a being from another realm took control of her taste and desires, inside her tummy and mind craved that apple. To taste it´s flesh and fruity juices. And as such, when she saw that the woman ate part of it she could resist no longer, and stretched out her hand and took the poisonous half.

And at once, with the first bit of it in her mouth than she fell down dead. Her mouth ashen pale and her tongue, black and swollen, her eyes gone red and with pearls of sweat already gone cold covering her precious face.

And the Queen inside her disguise looked at her victim with a dreadful look, and laughed aloud and said,

"White as snow, red as blood, black as ebony-wood! this time the dwarfs cannot wake you up again."















the Death of Snow



an owl

Raven

and a Dove

And when she asked of the Looking-glass at home

"Looking-glass, Looking-glass, on the wall, Who in this land is the fairest of all?" it answered at last -- "Oh, Queen, in this land thou art fairest of all."



Her envious heart was finally at rest

Inside her chest, there was calm and tranquil rest, so far as an envious heart can ever have rest. And especially so one that is in truth, possessed by a demon of unrelenting envy.
Over at the dwarven cottage, much later when they came home in the evening, with heart ache and torment they found Little Snow, lying dead upon the ground; with no signs of breathing, they lifted her up, and looked and probed her entire being, to see whether they could find anything poisonous, and then they unlaced her, combed her hair, washed her with water and wine, but it was all of no use at all.

the poor child was dead, and remained dead she did despite their every effort.

They laid her upon a bier, and all seven of them sat round it and wept for her, and wept three days and two nights long.

In grief and joy, the sun always wipes the rain away

Until one of them said that enough is enough, the girl is dead, and the evil queen must pay, our mourning will do no more good for anyone. What is in the past is in the past and we must now look forward to tomorrow and today.
The Queen stole our human child, but we are still alive and as such, we owe it to ourselves to reclaim life and make it more.

So, they made plans to bury her, and then to celebrate her short lived life by making the rest of their life all it could ever have hoped to be. But as they prepared her final resting place, it was hard to deny, that some how she still looked as if she were living, and still had her pretty red cheeks. They said.

"We could not bury her in the dark ground,"

and instead they had a transparent coffin of glass made, so that she could be seen from all sides, and they laid her in it, and wrote her name upon it in golden letters, and that she was a king's daughter. Then they put the coffin out upon the mountain, and one of them always stayed by it and watched it instead of working in the caves, well, that part is pure fantasy. All the dwarf´s did guard it for a week, but then they all went back to working their mine. But, it was however all true that the birds came too, and wept for Little Snow, first an owl, then a raven, and last a dove. And after the dove, the wolves came together with the raven, and they kept her safe in her pale death and slumber, their human friend.

For years, Little Snow lay in that coffin, and she did not ever change, her corpse never lost it´s luster and she never turned to food for worms and bugs. Instead the little girl looked as if she were asleep and nothing more; and contrasting against the mountains green pastures and the dark wolf´s and ravens that had made it their home, she was as white as snow, as red as blood, and her hair was as black as ebony.














a Wedding and a death



at snows Wedding

the Witch

would perish

It happened, however, that a king's son one day came into the forest, and went to the dwarven house to spend the night. And they told him of the little child, their quest for making all of life something more. They told him of her guardians, how she had made friends in life with wolves and ravens, just like the old and long forgotten humans that had hunted together in night and day with their feathered friends and furry pups. And tell me now, what child of any man could with stand such a tale from the depths of life. So the king´s son, like any man would do, ventured to the mountain, and when the animal finally let him approach the coffin, he found himself looking down upon the coffin of glass and inside, the beautiful Little Snow.

The prince read what was written upon it in golden letters. He spent the remainder of the week there, looking at the girl, learning to know and respect the animals and then he left.

And back to the dwarf´s he went

"Let me have the coffin, I will give you whatever you want for it." But the dwarfs answered, "We will not part with it for all the gold in the world."



Then he said,

"Let me have it as a gift, for I cannot live without seeing Little Snow. I will honour and prize her as dear as if she would have been the love of my life."



As he spoke in this way the good dwarfs took pity upon him, and gave him the coffin.

And now the King's son had it carried away by his servants on their shoulders. And it happened that they stumbled over a tree stump, and with the shock of the fall, the poisonous piece of apple which Snow-white had bitten off came out of her throat. And before long she opened her eyes, lifted up the lid of the coffin, sat up, and was once more alive.

"Oh, heavens, where am I?" she cried. The King's son, full of joy, said, "You are with me,"

and told her what had happened, and said,

"I love you more than everything in the world; come with me to my father's palace, you shall be my wife."



And Little Snow, who was not willing to declare any mans love went with him, for no other reason then to reclaim her stolen life. To reclaim life itself.

But as you know by now, she did end up taking him as her husband. What you do not know is that years had passed between the moment when she came back to life and the day they got married.

Years of friendship, that grew in to mutual lust, and then a loving kiss, passionate love making, deliciously and almost naughty in it´s mutually desired, and fulfilling pleasures.

And at that point, but never before, one day, Little Snow told him, would you still have me as your wife and Queen? Because if you would, i think that it is time for the world to know our love. I think that it is time to show the world that love and relationships should be about mutual joy and desires. Let us cast out the old, and replace it with something far better.


And soon after, their wedding was held with great show and splendour. But Little Snow´s wicked step mother was also bidden to the feast. And, when she had arrayed herself in beautiful clothes, dressed and looking as gorgeous as a daisy, full of life and lust, so bright and delicious that not even the demon could hide her light from shining through. But before the wedding she went before the Looking-glass, and said --

"Looking-glass, Looking-glass, on the wall, Who in this land is the fairest of all?" the glass answered -- "Oh, Queen, of all here the fairest art thou, But the young Queen is fairer by far as I trow."



a Final farewell





Then the wicked woman uttered a curse, and was so wretched, so utterly wretched, the demon growled inside of her mind, so loud that people thought that the castle was coming down upon their heads. And she knew not what to do. At first she thought that she would not go to the wedding at all, but there was no peace to find in that, and soon she felt that she must go to see the young Queen. To seek her out and plot her demise.

When she arrived at the wedding, together with her own king by her side, she recognized the beauty of Little Snow the second her eyes fell upon her petite figure and radiant skin; and the wicked queen stood still with rage and fear inside her envious heart and mind, a turmoil that she could not stir no matter how hard she tried. As the wicked queen conjured plans of ill intent, fueled by hatred, she did not notice, how the guards in stealth and silence approached her and how the sweet instruments of torture and pain where already prepared and waiting for the wretched queen.

The guards then without a warning, quickly took hold of the wicked stepmother, and with her shouts of fear and hatred, they dragged her to the waiting iron slippers. Red hot they where, and forcefully they shackled her arms behind her back as they snapped the scorching red hot iron slippers on to her naked feets with black tongs, an arm long they where to shield the guards from their burning heat.
.
In seconds a stench so utterly horrible rose up from her boiling, burning flesh, only outmatched by the horrid cries that came out of her mouth as she was forced to dance in the middle of the room, the fizzling sound of burning flesh and tormented screams of pure horror filled the room from wall to wall until the evil queen mercifully slipped in to unconsciousness, moments before she died a final death the demon cast out from her tortured corpse, a black cloud of burning smoke it escaped outside, and the queens death was a death, greeted as horridly wicked as she herself had been tormented by the demon for so long

Soon after the last sound had been heard from the wenches mouth, the room came back to life, as if nothing had ever happened, and soon they all went on to congratulate the new queen, Little Snow and her prince, dancing the evil away, but as they did, the old king, grew a cough at first, the color of his skin subtly changing with the moving sun, his hair seemingly loosing it´s luster and as the evening light faded through the rooms windows, The king started to convulse with tremors, his right hand shaking and clasping together with stronger convulsing spasms.

My King My king, what is wrong?



With foam around his lips and an ever growing darker tint on his face the king tried to speak and then with a horrid sound from deep within he fell down dead upon the floor.

Startled little Snow and her husband, servants and noblemen gathered around the king, calling for the priests and healers, someone shouted, "he is dead, he is dead, the king is dead, the demons took him", and right about then, from out of the kings mouth and nose, a dark thickly soil slowly grew, moving and veering from the dying light and torches, in search of the night, the kings very soul, the demons real essence left the dying corpse behind, it´s shell it had lived within for so many centuries. And as it slithered away, people where frightened, calling out for witchery and hell fire. But soon enough, nothing but silence remained, the people had left and the burning torches had since been put out.

Outside the moon hung high, and only little Snow and the new prince remained together with a good servant or two, the mutual conclusion had after much debate been that perhaps the Queen had been possessed by the King, and that the king had been the real demon, and that once what possessed the Queen had died (or at the very least abandoned her body), somehow it had badly injured the king and his demonic soul too, to the point where the body and demon had withered and died.

No one really knew, but the fact remained that the Queen had been not much more then an innocent victim too, oh the horror Little Snow thought, her father, the demon king, had killed not just the new Queen, but most likely her very own mother too.

But then, the most amazing thing happened, as they sat there, contemplating how to present this startling tale to the kingdom, how to contain the truth and make it all sound less fantastical, in the remains of the tortured, horribly burned and dead Queens body, something seemed to move inside of her, her skin ruptured and peeled away, like a snake shedding its skin, or if you prefer to think of it as a butterfly emerging from it´s cocoon, the hair fell off and the skin peeled away, and from the dead corpse of the possessed and tortured, innocent victim that she had been, the Queen, startling fresh, and the most delicious sight any women and man had ever seen emerged. A female of pure delight, to which the looking glass would never find any more delicious and sensually wonderful, just as she where.

The room and world fell silent, like if a shield of deafness had been conjured up and not even the resonance of rain against the roof top could he heard as the Queen, startling naked came back to life as fresh as a daisies flower drenched in autumn´s morning dew.

Not a word was ever again spoken about this day and her remarkable rebirth. Not a soul ever talked about what had actually gone down in the castle this day and night. Well, not until i took to the pen and paper to re tell the actual events of this very day.

And i tell you now, that the Queen. Little Snow and her husband, the new king, they all lived the remainder of their life in greatest joy and fulfilling love and friendship from that day on. Without the evil king to haunt their every day and moment, the Queen soon took both little Snow and her husband as her willing lovers, and in secret they lived not just as kind rulers of their kingdom, but together in deliciously fulfilling passion and pleasure, a mutual relationship born in pure love, open minded passion and unrestrained minds, needs, desires and pleasure.

Days as free from shallow petty and judgmental, oppressive minds as it was rich on moments that made life endlessly more. Oh my the tales i could tell of their sensuous ménage à trois, for you see, it where not just about the fulfillment of naughty minded sex, desires and carnal fun, they all loved and enjoyed life in the entirety of it´s colored palette, enjoying the very best that life could ever have been for each and every one of them, and all without even the slightest of unhealthy restraints to their own individual dreams and needs.

And once you can see and feel the radiance of a heart and soul, body and mind truly fulfilled, only the emptiest of souls would ever think less of that.

So, one day i might gift you with a tale or two from their adult, sensuous adventure and fun.

For you see, i lived that life and tale myself, as the queen that seemingly never dies, i have by now lived and loved a long and fulfilling life by my own choosing. My own fulfilled pleasures and needs, smiles and joy, lovers of my own choosing and vices, that all have made the pleasures and joy of my mind, heart, body and soul come true. and never again has their been anything missing, nothing pulled, nothing taken. Every day a day that made my life even more.

And who could ever ask for more from this one life that we all are gifted with then to live it with the grace of unfolding days of our own making, stooped in our own dreams and needs. Real laughter painted with passion, love care and friendship, smiles and fulfilling pleasures that are all of our own bidding.
That was the real and fulfilling insight and gift of life that i was finally granted the day that old, evil king left my side.












Little Snow

by

the brothers Grim



Author(s), translation and photography

The Brothers Grimm
Margaret Taylor
Michael A Koontz

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    Here is my question:
    Standing Barbell Row will challenge and work you from top to toe.
    But can you list all of the muscles which you will activate when you do this bad boy in a properly challenging way?.

  • The things we see in the rearview mirror, the world meat free week, and Scandinavian winter scenes.

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    Views we catch in the rear view mirror as we leave #worldmeatfreeweek behind us.

    The Lost World.



    Good and healthy vegetarian food is able to provide health & fitness improving nutrition for far more people, despite polluting much less and using up a lot less landmass vied towards animal farming.
    And you can quote me on that because that simple statement is 100% based on science & clear-cut facts instead of peoples personal opinions and conjecture.

    In fact, food production from animal farming is already using up 83% of our global agricultural land. Yet, it is only managing to deliver about 18% of the calories we consume. And does that situation not sound completely unsustainable and fool-hearted to maintain?.

  • Fitness School, Question 34, Is there a connection between weighted leg and glute training and your brain maintaining a healthy neurological cell production?

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    Question number 34 in our School of Fitness.
    Yes, we absolutely love our leg and glute day. The challenge it provides is a huge mountain of fun to climb every single week.
    But, did you know that you are not just strengthening your lower body when you are building stronger legs, ass, and hips?. Of course, you do. You know damn well that those leg days are crucial for the health and wellness of your lower back and abs too. And it sure does tax your heart and metabolic functions too. However, let us go upstairs towards our brainy area with this question.
    Here is my question:
    Is it true that weighted exercises in the gym for your leg and glutes will increase the production of healthy neural cells? ( which are crucial for the capacity and health of our brain and entire nervous system )

  • The Lost World XVIII and the enemy of all things living. #Connect2Earth

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    This is the lost world XVIII.
    A tale about the enemy of all things living.
    Life in the Anthropocene.



    With the rising tide of the Baltic sea far beneath me, I towered the surrounding world.
    Looking out from the crest of the Scandinavian coastline. This was still a place lost in time and mist. A mountain entirely dressed in green and trees, moss and berries, sand and soil, and it is, as much a mountainous castle growing ever taller as it is the place where salt and cold black water comes crashing in to embrace the land of the Vikings.

  • May 22 mark the crucial 'day of biological diversity'. But it is also so much more than that, #Connect2Earth.

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    At the crossroads of the Anthropocene.
    May 22 is 'The International Day of Biological Diversity'.
    A day which, is by now, our essential every day reality.



    May 22 is both a perfectly ordinary Tuesday in your life and the global 'International Day for Biological Diversity'.
    But that is not all this week is all about. We also have the endangered wildlife day, which happened on May 18, and birthday number 70 for IUCN. And, as such this entire week represents an opportunity for each of us to make it a healthy fit day for the entire planet and our individual self.


    Also, if you are present in the incredibly lush and beautiful high coast area of Scandinavia, Sweden next Tuesday you are more than welcome to join me and my coworker from Scandinavian.Fitness for a sweaty fit workout at the gym, lifting weights and grunting at Friskis, Örnsköldsvik at 0730. Once we are done at the gym, we will head outside for a walk at 0830 and hopefully enjoy beautiful weather together with the pristine nature of Scandinavia.

  • Fitness School, Question 33, Let us talk about that mighty beast called the Quadriceps.

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    Question number 33 in our School of Fitness.
    Legs and ass and back. That is the holy trinity ( together with the fourth pillar, our abs ) of building a strong and capable and athletic body.
    But what about the makeup of our upper legs?
    We have the backside of our legs, which we call the hamstrings, and on the front, there´s the thing most people simply call the quads.
    But let us dig deeper down into those mighty looking quadriceps and the rest of the anterior side of our legs.
    Here is my question:
    Can you specify which muscles make up the bulk of what we call our quadriceps and anterior leg muscles?.

  • We are standing at the crossroads of the Anthropocene. Earth hour and the essential stuff that lies beyond.

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    At the crossroads of the Anthropocene.
    Earth Hour.
    Is by now, our essential every day reality.



    On one hand, we are now living in the day and age of butterflies and endangered white rhinos hopefully being multiplied and preserved through soon to be commercial cloning facilities. finally making sure we will never have to lose another species to extinction.
    Putting an end to the way we lost the last surviving male Great Northern Rhino just the other day.


    And that lingering, hopeful road is walking hand in hand with this growing worldwide awareness that eating healthy, and being healthy is not just good for that one person, but transformative and good for everybody else too.
    Be it from a financial perspective or healthwise speaking.

  • Fitness School, Question 32, Can fitness reduce dementia risk with as much as 90% for a 50 year old female?

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    Question number 32 in our School of Fitness.
    We all know that physical activity and healthy food is just that, life and body improving yum for muscles and mind alike.
    Some might claim they hate it, and others truly love keeping fit and healthy, enriching their daily life in endless supply.
    And you know it greatly reduces the risk of getting a long range of cancer forms, it helps arthritis patients, lower back pain, keeps you lean and hearty healthy.
    It fights off bad sleep and osteoporosis. Slow the roll of biological aging and on and on, and all this is proven over and over by science.
    And so, my simple question this time around is as follows:
    Do you also know if healthy fit women in their 50s have been shown to greatly reduce the risk of getting dementia compared to less fit women?.

  • Fitness School, Do you know the right answer?. Question 31, What´s up with that biceps, give us the lowdown.

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    Question number 31 in our School of Fitness.
    When we are talking and thinking about muscles and keeping fit, Biceps is not just one of the more iconic names in the world of fitness and the human anatomy, it is also a very visible muscle that truly pops on people that keep healthy fit. But where on your body can you actually locate your biceps muscle and more importantly is the name biceps only referring to one muscle or do we have more than one biceps on our body?
    And so, my question for you is as follows:
    Can you tell us if the human anatomy have one or more muscles with the name biceps, and where are they/it located?.

  • A life of health & fitness. Life is a wondrous journey and this is a rough view of this years fitness journey ( the way I do it ).

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    Complete the circle of health & fitness.
    Every single day.
    Fitness, Food & Health is nothing but the science of a healthy, fun life :).



    The following is a rudimentary overview of my health & fitness life from Jan 1, 2018, to Jan 1, 2019. Some fitness folks think the world of planning ahead, and some absolutely do need a firm plan for the months and even year ahead.
    Short term goals firmly lined up and long-term goal posts holding their own further out make a world of difference for some. And your own goals can be about certain PB´s, they can involve reaching a certain body fat % or strength goal. Other common goals have to do with cardiovascular performance and might be focused on improving your lactate levels, running speed, zone levels or maximum heart rate. And for competitive pro athletes, those goals usually involve specific competitions and championships.

    So yes, setting up a rough schedule in advance of your fitness year can make a lot of sense.
    Just as how a lot of people count daily steps and calories.

  • Fitness School. Question 30, Let us talk about biological aging and our T cells and that beautiful little Thymus.

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    Question number 30 in our School of Fitness.
    You all know that I have been a vocal proponent of how we do not simply grow old like some archaic fairy tale myth where people are doomed to live fat and unhealthy and frail once they leave their 20´s behind them.
    No instead, my science-backed message has for years been that we simply create and manage our own aging process according to our own choices in food, life, and fitness.
    Be it lean muscle mass, body fat, bone health, even our brain and plenty of natural hormones. Our daily choices carry such incredible weight when it comes down to all these aspects of our own wellbeing and health, much more so than the number of years we have lived or the genes we inherit. And Science proves me right on all these things, over and over, and over again.

    But, how about our immune system? In sedentary people, our thymus slowly becomes less capable as we mature beyond our 20´s. That is a simple fact.
    And so, my question for you:
    Will regular fitness stomp aging in the face or is the thymus and the stuff it does for us destined to go wry as we age no matter our fitness and food choices?.

  • Fitness School, Do you know the right answer?. Question 29, How prevalent is plastic litter amongst deep sea fish.

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    Question number 29 in our School of Fitness.
    We have previously talked about getting enough natural amounts of omega 3 in our food. So let us cast our net a bit wider and deeper as we go hunting for natural Omega 3 sources in the deep sea.
    Yes, we are what we eat kiddos.
    And so, the time has come to talk about one of the better Omega 3 sources out there, which is fish ( like cows, fish love munching away on plant-based food such as Algae and so they end up with a ton of Omega 3, and so can you. ), and outside of Omega 3 fish also used to be a sustainable source of proteins and omega 3 amongst other things.
    The key word is used to be. But like us, and the cows, fish are what they eat.
    And today, outside of depleted fish stocks, fish swim in bodies of waters, polluted, and depleted of oxygen and ruined by us, the human species. And as health & fitness loving professionals and human beings, we always have to consider the world we live in, because we are all what we eat and the way we live becomes the state of our body & mind, life, and health. And if the fish you eat is full of toxins, plastic, and other unhealthy things, that is what you too will consume and thus, become.
    So, here is my question:
    How prevalent is plastic pollution in deep sea fish right now?.

  • Fitness School, Do you know the right answer?. Question 28, Let us get healthy and dirty with Omega 3 and milk.

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    Question number 28 in our School of Fitness.
    As far as health & fitness goes, eating healthy food on a daily basis is the ever-present and perfectly fitted glove that wraps the fit hand that is regular and challenging workouts in the gym.
    And one of those nutritious, and essential for our health, nutrient staples are Omega 3´s. We get it in all sorts of seafood. And we can get it from omega 3 fortified foods such as eggs.
    Another wonderful omega 3 source are plant-based foods such as chia seeds. But, meat and dairy products from grass-fed cattle can also contain natural amounts of omega 3.
    So, here is my question:
    How much Omega 3 do you actually get from one L ( 1L ) of milk produced from grass fed cattle?.

  • Fitness School, Do you know the right answer?. Question 27, How big do you need your daily calorie deficit to be, in order to roughly drop 250g of bodyfat per week.

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    Question number 27 in our School of Fitness.
    From a healthy fit perspective, both short & long term, what we need to sculpt is a life of daily physical activity in the right amount and the right intensity coupled with healthy food choices and the proper amount of nutrients.
    And those healthy choices include making sure that we get enough of those healthy nutrients in order to perform, in the gym and daily life, and we need enough of them in order for our body and mind to stay healthy, happy, capable and fit.
    Eat too little protein and you will start losing lean muscle mass, and your health will start to decline too since proteins are not just the major building blocks of our muscles, they are in fact the mud and water, wood and concrete that builds our entire body, be it your internal organs, your skin, hair, muscles, cells, or our brain.
    And the total amount of daily calories we consume is, of course, pretty much the same thing, eat too little in total, and you will start noticing how your health and fitness level slowly deteriorate. And if you do the opposite and stuff your tummy full with too many daily calories you will start gaining pure body fat in excessive amounts and it will continue to build unless you change your daily choices.
    So, here is my question:
    How big do you need to make your daily calorie deficit in order to lose 250g of body fat per week ( roughly ) while eating enough protein to preserve your lean muscle mass?.

  • Fitness School, Do you know the right answer?. Question 26, Black coffee, is it a natural diuretic that causes dehydration or a health improving rehydrating drink?

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    Question number 26 in our School of Fitness.
    Black coffee, the mere words are capable of sending hundreds of millions of people into a state of Nirvana filled with transcending bliss and harmony :).
    But black coffee is also a cup of rejuvenating health for our entire system. It calms the mind with its slowly rising aroma, helps us keep cancer and diabetes at bay, harnesses our creative focus like an arrow in flight, and in enough quantities, it can even boost peoples gym going efforts.
    But is there all there is to it?. Well, here is my question:
    Is the old saying true that your daily coffee drives so much fluid out of your body that you need to supplement your coffee intake with equal measures water too in order to stay hydrated?.

  • Fitness School, Do you know the right answer?. Question 25, Tell us the major muscles in your back.

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    Question number 25 in our School of Fitness.
    Outside of our legs and ass, there is no other muscle group that comes close to sheer size, strength, health impact and lean muscle mass potential than our back. So as exhausting as a proper back workout is, this is one big and essential muscle group you should never skimp out on, no matter if your own goals are all in on health and wellness, sports or just sheer looks, or all of the above.
    Here is my question:
    Tell me the major muscles that makes up our back. Straight and simple folks.

  • Fitness School, Do you know the right answer?. Question 24, Can Maintained Fitness prevent the negative health impact of chemotherapy?.

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    Question number 24 in our School of Fitness.
    Chemotherapy is one of those crucial things that no one ever hoped to one day experience. But when the going gets real tough in life, its a life saver.
    However, undergoing Chemotherapy is no walk in the park and while it can save your life and defeat cancer, it will also take its toll on your body. So much so that a recent study from Australia revealed that just 13 weeks of chemotherapy caused the heart to age by an equivalent of six years.
    Here is my question:
    Can maintained fitness exercise during chemotherapy prevent the now established cardiovascular aging associated with chemotherapy?.

  • Fitness School, Do you know the right answer?. Question 23, How much will my daily fitness activity reduce the risk of dying from cardiovascular disease?.

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    Question number 23 in our School of Fitness.
    How are you enjoying 2018 so far?. I am having a blast, in the gym and outside it, workouts are wondrously good and that is because I stay at it, week in and week out. Stay persistent with food and fitness people and reap the benefits in body & mind. Keeping to a daily fitness schedule is just a choice, after all, and a very healthy choice at that.

    And, for the next fitness school question, let us dig deep down on that word "persistent" and uncover just how much weekly fitness will scientifically aid your health on low, moderate and intense fitness levels.
    And as such, here is my question for you:
    Can as little as 30 minutes of daily low-level physical fitness activity reduce the risk of dying from cardiovascular disease by as much as 24% compared to not doing that daily activity?.

  • Fitness School, Do you know the right answer?. Question 22, is there any difference at all in recovery capacity after a hard leg workout in the gym depending on your biological age?.

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    Question number 22 in our School of Fitness.
    2017 came and went in a glorious display of Northern lights. But now that we are all one year older. Let us take a look at that age-old saying that we recover worse and slower after a hard workout in the gym as we grow beyond our 30´s.
    Is there any truth to this at all? Or is this just one more thing that people got wrong in the name of lacking insight, age-related fears, and youth-obsessed peer pressure?.
    To put it simply.
    Will the 22-year-old you recover better after a kick-ass weight lifting workout in the gym doing intense deadlifts than the 50 year old you will be able to do, or can you safely go at it just as hard knowing that you will recover and improve just as good?.

  • Fitness & Health: Going plant-based with your food choices is one of the better food choices you can do.

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    Complete the circle.
    Every single day.
    Fitness, Food & Health, its just science baby, smiles, sweat and science :).



    Eating healthy is an essential part of every human beings healthy fit lifestyle.
    And like keeping active and healthy at the gym and in daily life it's a daily choice.
    Going plant-based with your food choices is one of the better food choices you can do. As long as you keep on top of your protein, your fat ( Omega 3 mainly ), iron, B12, Iodine and creatine going plant-based is very easy to do and super beneficial for health & fitness ( and the planet ).

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