Show Overview

Have you ever wanted to have your cremated ashes turned into a tree? Well now you can! Roger and his team invented a way to add cremains to a planter that would look at home on any patio or front porch, but that contains the ashes of your beloved…either two or four legged friend. Using a system that keeps the acidic ashes away from the tender young plant, the Bios Urn protects the sapling until it is ready to transferred to your garden or nearby forest.

What You Will Learn

  • How the Bios Urn works
  • The process for becoming a tree
  • How the brothers came up with the idea
  • Where and how you can get a Bios Urn

Questions I prepared for Roger

  • Tell me a little bit about yourself. What is your background, and how did it lead you to become part of the Bios Urn team?
  • Who are at the visionaries for the Bios Urn, and what is their story?
  • Tell us more about the Bios Urn. What is it made of, and how does it work?
  • Why you believe the Bios Urn is an important product?
  • How is the Bios Urn superior to other methods of internment?
  • What long-term tests have been performed with the Bios Urn, and what results do they show?
  • A former guest on the podcast, Susanne Wiigh-Masak, inventor of the Promessa system, which first deconstructs the body before converting it to compost, claims the Bios Urn is inferior to her process because it does not deconstruct: a process she claims mimics the natural process of animals that chew a dead thing before depositing it on the earth. She also claims burying is unnatural, as no other living creature buries its dead (only humans). How would you respond to her criticisms?
  • What challenges did you encounter during the development of the product?
  • I understand you have a kick starter program underway. Tell me more about that.
  • Why is there not a new production run planned for another two years?
  • Where is the product manufactured?
  • How do you plan to distribute the Bios Urn to customers?
  • What is next for the Bios Urn team?

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Travel is fatal to prejudice, bigotry, and narrow-mindedness, and many of our people need it sorely on these accounts. Broad, wholesome, charitable views of men and things cannot be acquired by vegetating in one little corner of the earth all one's lifetime.

Mark Twain

I often hear nowadays, people being accused.

“He’s a racist.”

“She’s a racist.”

“Trump’s a racist.”

“So and so’s a racist.”

What I have yet to hear is: “I am a racist.”

So let me be the first.

I am a racist.

Yes.

I see the ugly thing, creeping around my soul like a roach in the kitchen. I squash it, but sometime later, there it is again.

I know there is a nest somewhere, eggs hatching, a source deep within me, hidden away where it’s easy to deny. There is where I'll find the library of my false beliefs, the lies I tell myself over and over, so often they become grooves cut into my gray matter, like fissures in rock where the water runs down, cutting deeper and deeper, until fissures become swales, and swales become canyons.

When did the first racist raindrop fall? I don’t know. As a child, for sure. How many drops of poison does it take to pollute the vessel of pure water of which we are born? When, exactly, does a person become a racist, and who gets to decide?

I don’t know, but then, neither does anyone else.

I don’t believe in permanence. That’s one thing the Buddhists have taught me.

Everything changes.

We can become aware of that library of false beliefs, that nest of nasties that colors our perception of things, often for the worse. Awareness alone brings change. We can cut new grooves. My challenge as a human being is not to deny that I am a racist, for that would be as foolish as denying I have cancer when I really do. My challenge is, rather, to stop the cancer from metastasizing and poisoning the whole man.

I doubt I will ever fully eradicate my racism. Unfortunately, I suspect some vestige of it will always be with me. But what I can do, and what I do do, is expose myself to experiences that lessen my racism, those being travel, kind and honest conversation, and breaking bread with “the others” whenever I can. These experiences, like wind and rain, smooth rock and, over time, lay low even the highest mountains.

So when I hear the angry crowd shouting, "He’s a racist,” I want to ask:

“Who among you is not a racist? Stand up then and take a bow...for you are surely a god.”

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