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    IT WORKED, IT WORKED !!!!!!

    I can't believe it worked but it did ya'll.....I was a hugh doubting Thomas...I did not think it would work.....Kudzu works...at first I tried the kind from Wal- mart, they were tablets, they didn't work. Then I orded the ones from here, took 3, three times a day and it worked. My boyfriend whom I live with drinks, only he doesn't have a problem with it...he can drink one or two and that's all he wonts. So, Friday night we went out to eat and he had a few beers and I didn't even crave it at all.....I was so suprised. I'm not even taking Topamax...maybe I wont have to....I would like to get the hypno CD's though and listen to them. I've only been sober for 11 days...that's longer then I've been sober in probably 8 yrs. taking L-glut and Gabba also and going to AA.
    I live in Mississippi which is the kudzu capitol of the united states...I wonder if I could boil some in water and drink the juice????? I dont know, just a thought.
    :l

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    IT WORKED, IT WORKED !!!!!!



    Hi Jaded - The Kudzu does work! I don't know about boiling it in water?? Call your county Extension office - they might know! Or an herbalist in the area who is familiar with local herbs. But the variety you buy on MWO is top shelf!

    Huge congrats on 11 days - double digits was a relief to me! Keep on walking down the road! You can do it now!

    Liv
    AF since Jan. 1, 2008 .... It all began right here


    Raise your hopeful voice, you have a choice, you made it now.


    (from the Movie "Once")

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      #3
      IT WORKED, IT WORKED !!!!!!

      Great job Jaded. You could probably find the local stuff in a health store in bulk; you should see what they say.
      Goal 1: Today
      Goal 2: Tomorrow

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        #4
        IT WORKED, IT WORKED !!!!!!

        Eureka Jaded, yes it is great stuff. Didn't know you could buy it fresh to boil in water, think that is what you meant (?), would love to hear more about it.

        Lxx
        Rather die standing, than live on my knees, begging Please..... No More.......

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          #5
          IT WORKED, IT WORKED !!!!!!

          Jaded, I'm thrilled for you.

          Congrats on those 11 days! Keep it up!!

          Love, Me
          :l
          Alcohol is simply the device between success and failure.

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            #6
            IT WORKED, IT WORKED !!!!!!

            Jaded,

            Bird has used kudzu from her property. You can ask her. She knows.

            Love,
            Cindi

            ps, must watch out for county extension spraying poison on it. that would be bad
            AF April 9, 2016

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              #7
              IT WORKED, IT WORKED !!!!!!

              Kudzu is the only thing that has worked for me. I am a firm believer.

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                #8
                IT WORKED, IT WORKED !!!!!!

                So great to read your successes!

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                  #9
                  IT WORKED, IT WORKED !!!!!!

                  this reminds me of the first time I heard of Kudzu...
                  My first year of college (20+ years ago) and an eccentric science professor told of us of the killer kudzu, an invasive plant that was threatening to kill off all other vegetation in the South by growing at phenomenal rates, spreading like a virus across the land. (I was in Florida at the time, so it was somewhat close to home.) This professor's message was kinda scary - that if kudzu continued to grow at the same rate it had been growing, that all other plant life in the Southeast United States would be smothered out, causing dire circumstances for the food supply and economy of the region.

                  Hmmm.... maybe this plant was growing to match the growing epidemic of alcoholism in our country, which is also spreading like a virus across our land.

                  Jaded, congrats on your success, and may you find peace and joy in your continued sobriety.
                  Maybe you aren't so "jaded" anymore?
                  FINALLY -- I'm a non-drinker!!

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                    #10
                    IT WORKED, IT WORKED !!!!!!

                    MOW--interesting point! The darn plant has to keep up with the rate of alcoholism.

                    I loooovve the kudzu from MWO and notice a definate differance from other brands.

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                      #11
                      IT WORKED, IT WORKED !!!!!!

                      Great to read about your success with Kudzu Jaded!!
                      I am going to take that dosage today and see how I feel. I have the kudzu from MWO too.
                      Going to go AF for a while from today....so will let you know what I think.
                      x
                      Amelia

                      Sober since 30/06/10

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                        #12
                        IT WORKED, IT WORKED !!!!!!

                        A poem by James Dickie Written many years ago.

                        Kudzu

                        Japan invades. Far Eastern vines
                        Run from the clay banks they are

                        Supposed to keep from eroding.
                        Up telephone poles,
                        Which rear, half out of leafage
                        As though they would shriek,
                        Like things smothered by their own
                        Green, mindless, unkillable ghosts.
                        In Georgia, the legend says
                        That you must close your windows

                        At night to keep it out of the house.
                        The glass is tinged with green, even so,

                        As the tendrils crawl over the fields.
                        The night the kudzu has
                        Your pasture, you sleep like the dead.
                        Silence has grown Oriental
                        And you cannot step upon ground:
                        Your leg plunges somewhere
                        It should not, it never should be,
                        Disappears, and waits to be struck

                        Anywhere between sole and kneecap:
                        For when the kudzu comes,

                        The snakes do, and weave themselves
                        Among its lengthening vines,
                        Their spade heads resting on leaves,
                        Growing also, in earthly power
                        And the huge circumstance of concealment.
                        One by one the cows stumble in,
                        Drooling a hot green froth,
                        And die, seeing the wood of their stalls

                        Strain to break into leaf.
                        In your closed house, with the vine

                        Tapping your window like lightning,
                        You remember what tactics to use.
                        In the wrong yellow fog-light of dawn
                        You herd them in, the hogs,
                        Head down in their hairy fat,
                        The meaty troops, to the pasture.
                        The leaves of the kudzu quake
                        With the serpents' fear, inside

                        The meadow ringed with men
                        Holding sticks, on the country roads.

                        The hogs disappear in the leaves.
                        The sound is intense, subhuman,
                        Nearly human with purposive rage.
                        There is no terror
                        Sound from the snakes.
                        No one can see the desperate, futile
                        Striking under the leaf heads.
                        Now and then, the flash of a long

                        Living vine, a cold belly,
                        Leaps up, torn apart, then falls

                        Under the tussling surface.
                        You have won, and wait for frost,
                        When, at the merest touch
                        Of cold, the kudzu turns
                        Black, withers inward and dies,
                        Leaving a mass of brown strings
                        Like the wires of a gigantic switchboard.
                        You open your windows,

                        With the lightning restored to the sky
                        And no leaves rising to bury

                        You alive inside your frail house,
                        And you think, in the opened cold,
                        Of the surface of things and its terrors,
                        And of the mistaken, mortal
                        Arrogance of the snakes
                        As the vines, growing insanely, sent
                        Great powers into their bodies
                        And the freedom to strike without warning:

                        From them, though they killed
                        Your cattle, such energy also flowed

                        To you from the knee-high meadow
                        (It was as though you had
                        A green sword twined among
                        The veins of your growing right arm--
                        Such strength as you would not believe
                        If you stood alone in a proper
                        Shaved field among your safe cows--):
                        Came in through your closed

                        Leafy windows and almighty sleep
                        And prospered, till rooted out.

                        James Dickey
                        AF April 9, 2016

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                          #13
                          IT WORKED, IT WORKED !!!!!!

                          Cindy:H
                          Where on earth did you find that poem? I had never, ever heard of kudzu before reading MWO! The environmentalists should be happy that this noxious weed has some great benefits! BTW--I am impressed with your supportive posts. If I'm not wrong we started here about the same time. :goodjob::l
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                            #14
                            IT WORKED, IT WORKED !!!!!!

                            I never heard of kudzu before ...but thank God I bought some over Christmas and New Year and YES jaded it REALLY works...I took the tablets I got from a health food store...I was so doubting...but WOW they do work

                            Good Luck
                            Heavenly
                            ?We are one another's angels?
                            Sober since 29/04/2007

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                              #15
                              IT WORKED, IT WORKED !!!!!!

                              James Dickie wrote that poem in the 60/70 time period. Kudzu is a real "killer" here in the south. It grows over trees and chokes out the light and they die. It is a "noxious" weed here in the south.

                              I laughed when I saw it could help me quit drinking. Let's go for it. Harvest all kudzu you can find!!

                              You don't understand, this vine can grow over cars and trees while you are on a one week vacation.

                              BTW, James Dickie wrote the story and later movie called Deliverance, which was a horrifying movie and I can't stand to watch it or read the book.

                              I am old, guys. I remember this stuff. I remember when kudzu was brought here to help with erosion. I also remember the catfish that can actually "walk" to their next water area in Florida.

                              I remember Russian Olives that do well in Oklahoma and have taken over habits for birds. Birds cannot eat or live in Russian Olives.

                              I am NOT a tree hugger. I am a realist. Do not try to transplant things into our ecology that were not there before. It can wreak havoc. We are not yet Omnipresent enough to figure it out.

                              Okay, back to kudzu. Glad we can use it. Bird actually used her kudzu on her property. I am so impressed.

                              James Dickie, on the other hand, was like Truman Capotie and Tennessee Williams, Euorda Welty and many other southern writers. Eloquent, thoughtful and had beautiful things to add to a place that is much more than the "rednecks" and the ignorant. It is a beautiful place.

                              I can say that because I grew up here in the south, in the north east, in the west and the midwest and the great northwest.

                              Our country is amazing. Truly diverse and beaitufl. One of a kind.

                              Love,
                              Cindi
                              AF April 9, 2016

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