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Sunday, October 9, 2011
The Most Important Health Discovery Ever?
Clint Ober, a former cable technician, knows the importance of grounding electrical equipment as a protection from electromagnetic interference. One day he had a revelation. Modernity has insulated people literally from the earth. Through a simple grounding mechanism which he devised he discovered that the high electrical charges in the home could be negated and that chronic pain and insomnia could be cured.
"Ignored by mainstream researchers, Ober went on to conduct the first study of what he now called “Earthing.” He procured some conductive fiber material bonded with wool-lined sleeping pads attached to grounding wire, then rounded up 60 volunteers. The 38 women and 22 men all complained of sleep problems and various forms of joint and muscle pain. He split the volunteers into two groups: 30 slept on pads that were properly grounded, and the other 30 on pads with a hidden disconnect. Only Ober knew who was actually grounded for the month-long study.
The results were astonishing: 85 percent of the grounded sleepers fell asleep sooner; 93 percent slept better; 100 percent were more rested upon waking; 82 percent “experienced significant reduction in muscle stiffness”; 74 percent “experienced elimination or reduction of chronic back and joint pain”; and 78 percent reported “improved general health,” Ober says. Furthermore, many participants reported “unexpected but significant relief from asthmatic and respiratory conditions, rheumatoid arthritis, hypertension (high blood pressure), sleep apnea, and premenstrual syndrome (PMS). There were also reports of fewer hot flashes.”
Since his 'groundbreaking' study "a variety of mainstream medical scientists have reached the conclusion that many diseases—from heart disease to diabetes to arthritis—are ultimately signs of chronic inflammation, in which the body’s natural defenses have been turned against itself. The problem seems to be an overabundance of positively-charged “free radicals.” A variety of expensive supplements and dietary regimens are designed to provide electrons to neutralize the free radicals and lessen their damage."
Ober with several colleagues formed the Earthing Institute:
"Earthing is the landmark discovery that Earth energy upholds the electrical stability of our bodies and serves as a foundation for vitality and health.
In an age of rampant chronic disease, reconnecting with that energy beneath our very feet provides a way back to better health...."
And what about those cell phones and transmission towers? More, much more here
Seven Better Questions You Can Ask in the Midst of Adversity
you are going through a difficult, uncertain time, here are seven better questions you can ask yourself and your team:
- What if this isn’t the end but a new beginning?
- What if the answer to my prayer is just over the next hill?
- What if this is necessary in order for me to be prepared for the next important chapter in my life?
- What if God knows exactly what I need at this particular time?
- What if God is speaking to me through means I would not have chosen for a blessing I cannot see?
- What does this experience make possible?
- What will I be telling my grandchildren that I learned was so valuable in this season of my life?
Faith Matters is launching its paper that offers a brief insight into the Secular reforms of the Ottoman Empire, in order to analyse and debunk claims by extreme groups like Al Qaeda of it being an Islamic Caliphate, strictly governed by Shariah Law. The Ottoman Empire is often presented, by such groups as a model political system upon which to re-build a global Caliphate. Osama bin Laden marked the decline of the Ottoman Empire as the fall of Islam – that the Islamic world “has been tasting this humiliation and this degradation for more than 80 years” and that “the righteous Khilafah will return with the permission of Allah”. Through the implementation of an Islamic legal and political system, extreme groups who mis-use the Islamic faith call for the rejection of liberal values and the current systems in place, which do not fundamentally clash with Islam. Read more here
Thursday, July 28, 2011
Tuesday, July 19, 2011
self-dedication
face
lingering fears and doubts
complacencies
procrastinations
stuck emotions
that you are the creator of your fulfilling life
responsibility
clarify
purpose
direction
the resources you'll need
the path forward
prompts
Have I left any unfinished business that could get in my way?
Am I replaying scenes/emotions and getting nowhere?
Can I find the courage to do the uncomfortable or painful work?
What is my personal vision of success?
What structures can I put in place to further nurture myself?
To what am I ready to dedicate myself?
What must I release to finally move forward with my goals?
Wednesday, July 13, 2011
Pessimist vs Optimist
A pessimist sees the difficulty in every opportunity;
an optimist sees the opportunity in every difficulty.
Winston Churchill
an optimist sees the opportunity in every difficulty.
Winston Churchill
Our Assumptions
Your assumptions are your windows on the world. Scrub them off every once in a while, or the light won't come in. --anonymous, Rumi??
Most men lead lives of quiet desperation
and go to the grave with the song still in them.
~~Henry David Thoreau~~
Most men lead lives of quiet desperation
and go to the grave with the song still in them.
~~Henry David Thoreau~~
Failure and Success
"Our bravest and best lessons are not learned through success, but through misadventure."
-Amos Bronson Alcott
Monday, July 11, 2011
Does it really work??
NEUROFEEDBACK: A Revolutionary New DRUG FREE Treatment for PTSD, ADD, ADHD, TRAUMATIC BRAIN INJURY, DEPRESSION And Other Maladies
For two long years she could not hold a job and went through very hard times. She would have memory lapses sometimes over a hundred a day. As she slowly recovered some capabilities after two years she was able to get an income again as she searched for treatment to help her recover totally. Her extensive research led to a new treatment therapy called neurofeeedback also called EEG biofeedback. It is based on electrical brain activity called the electroencephalogram, or EEG. This treatment did not require any drugs and with its years of research and successful outcomes gave her great hope once again.
Through the use of this revolutionary new therapy she has not only recovered but has actually gotten a much better memory today than ever before. Because of her own personal experiences with neurofeedback, she is now dedicating her life to helping others. Fortunately for people living in Tucson, Ms DuSold has a company called MindWorks Studio located in Tucson providing neurofeedback treatments. She has surrounded herself with other professionals offering an assortment of alternative therapies including neurofeedback. They search for the “cause” of the problem to treat not just treat the symptoms. Their goal is optimum mental and physical condition....
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adhd,
brain,
depression,
neurofeedback,
ptsd
Saturday, July 9, 2011
Saturday, July 2, 2011
Wednesday, June 29, 2011
Why I Left America?
Written by an American expat living in the European Union.
The truth is I just couldn't take being lied to by the American plutocrat owned corporate media anymore knowing that there are an estimated 59 million medically uninsured fellow Americans out there. It just became too painful for me to take anymore. By contrast everyone you look at it in the European Union has access to medical from cradle-to-grave by right of law. It's considered to be a human right. Why isn't it a human right in America?...read more here.
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The truth is I just couldn't take being lied to by the American plutocrat owned corporate media anymore knowing that there are an estimated 59 million medically uninsured fellow Americans out there. It just became too painful for me to take anymore. By contrast everyone you look at it in the European Union has access to medical from cradle-to-grave by right of law. It's considered to be a human right. Why isn't it a human right in America?...read more here.
Google says delaying clean energy will cost the U.S. trillions
Google, a leader of innovation in the digital economy, says that without a private and public focus on innovation in renewables, storage, and electric vehicles, the cost of delaying the clean energy economy could be in the trillions of dollars to the U.S. economy...Read the rest here.
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economy,
energy,
gdp,
google,
new technology
Tuesday, June 28, 2011
Tchaikovsky Competition
According to the competition's site @
http://www.tchaikovsky-competition.com/en/2011/pia...
Sara made it all the way to the penultimate round, but not the final one, which will end in a couple of days. The initial pool for the piano competition had about 30 contestants. Here's a performance by the S. Korean Son Yeol-Eum, who made it to the final round:
http://www.tchaikovsky-competition.com/en/2011/pia...
Sara made it all the way to the penultimate round, but not the final one, which will end in a couple of days. The initial pool for the piano competition had about 30 contestants. Here's a performance by the S. Korean Son Yeol-Eum, who made it to the final round:
Daneshpour in Tchaikovsky Copetition
Sara Daneshpour performs Prokofiev—Piano Sonata No. 7
Moscow, June 2011.
Moscow, June 2011.
Grace in Blossoms
Bloom in Grace
"Every time a flower blossoms,
God demonstrates His grace."
- Marianne Williamson
"Choose grace" instead of Fear ! My new mantra.
Mantra (Sanskrit) literally a `sacred utterance' in Vedism
Cradle them into calm before you move forward
Something I have noticed is that the feelings that surround many endings - the regret and longing for things to be different - are important and worthy of tenderness. Like a child rocking gently in a loving mother's arms, the good rest that comes after you cradle those feelings into calm, simply prepares you for the path and the open door beckoning you forward... your heart belongs to you again and you are ready to walk through into the newness that awaits you...
Open Door
"When one door closes, another opens;
but we often look so long and so regretfully
upon the closed door that we do not see
the one which has opened for us."
-Alexander Graham Bell
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Monday, June 27, 2011
Saved By Beauty
Forty years ago, Roger Housden discovered the poetry of Rumi and Hafez, read tales of exotic Sufis, and was carried away by the music and wisdom of a culture that reached back over three thousand years, ac culture that gave us our word for paradise. Longing to see is the Iran of his imagination continued to exist, or whether it had been lost forever in the revolutionary zeal of the last thirty years, Housden sets off on a journey to discover a country filled with remarkable contradictions. "This books is a pilgrimage, a prayer, a heartfelt reminder, a poet-traveler's window into the eternal soul of Iran." --Jack Kornfield
More info at: http://www.randomhouse.com/catalog/display.pperl?isbn=9780307587732
More info at: http://www.randomhouse.com/catalog/display.pperl?isbn=9780307587732
Laughter
At the height of laughter, the universe is flung into a kaleidoscope of new possibilities. ~Jean Houston
- When have you last enjoyed some good levity? Can't remember.
- Besides releasing endorphins how does laughter liberate?
- How can you try to cultivate more positivism in your life?
- When have you last enjoyed some good levity? Can't remember.
- Besides releasing endorphins how does laughter liberate?
- How can you try to cultivate more positivism in your life?
Rumi
All day I think about it, then at night I say it.
Where did I come from, and what am I supposed to be doing?
I have no idea.
My soul is from elsewhere, I'm sure of that,
and I intend to end up there.
This drunkenness began in some other tavern.
When I get back around to that place,
I'll be completely sober. Meanwhile,
I'm like a bird from another continent, sitting in this aviary.
The day is coming when I fly off,
but who is it now in my ear who hears my voice?
Who says words with my mouth?
Who looks out with my eyes? What is the soul?
I cannot stop asking.
If I could taste one sip of an answer,
I could break out of this prison for drunks.
I didn't come here of my own accord, and I can't leave that way.
Whoever brought me here will have to take me home.
This poetry, I never know what I'm going to say.
I don't plan it.
When I'm outside the saying of it,I get very quiet and rarely speak at all.
— Rumi
Where did I come from, and what am I supposed to be doing?
I have no idea.
My soul is from elsewhere, I'm sure of that,
and I intend to end up there.
This drunkenness began in some other tavern.
When I get back around to that place,
I'll be completely sober. Meanwhile,
I'm like a bird from another continent, sitting in this aviary.
The day is coming when I fly off,
but who is it now in my ear who hears my voice?
Who says words with my mouth?
Who looks out with my eyes? What is the soul?
I cannot stop asking.
If I could taste one sip of an answer,
I could break out of this prison for drunks.
I didn't come here of my own accord, and I can't leave that way.
Whoever brought me here will have to take me home.
This poetry, I never know what I'm going to say.
I don't plan it.
When I'm outside the saying of it,I get very quiet and rarely speak at all.
— Rumi
Sunday, June 26, 2011
I also believe happiness is the consequence of personal effort. You fight for it, strive for it, insist upon it, and sometimes even travel around the world looking for it. You have to participate relentlessly in the manifestations of your own blessings. And... once you have achieved a state of happiness, you must never become lax about maintaining it. You must make a mighty effort to keep swimming upward into that happiness forever, to stay afloat on top of it ~Elizabeth Gilbert
Friday, June 24, 2011
Self-discovery
Have you ever tried to stay outside of your own being and observe yourself with detachment? I often do this since I learned about the concept of Actor-Observer Bias phenomenon in my social psychology class in college. I am also looking at the expectations I have of myself and trying to uncover where those expectations come from and when and how I internalized them and whether they really belong to me. This is not an easy task and I do admit that I need a lot of help in that regard or do I?
I love this poem by bentlily:
I love this poem by bentlily:
THE PRESENT
The present
paper thin
be careful
it is dissolving
as you read this
new moments
erupt under your feet
fill each one
with awareness
witness
your heart beats
can you believe it
your body coaxes
you onward
constantly
utter faith
that you will
spend the offering
of life
wisely.
Sunday, June 19, 2011
Notes to Self
It's time to be your own drill sergeant. Give yourself some discipline! But don't be cruel to yourself -- simply apply some tough love. Is there a difficult task you've been avoiding, an awkward conversation you've been putting off or a tedious obligation you've been pretending doesn't exist? Well, you have to deal with it -- now. Take a deep breath and dive right in. There's no sense in delaying the inevitable. Get this over with.
Friday, June 17, 2011
I don't die
Do not stand at my grave and weep
I am not there, I do not sleep I am a 1,000 winds that blow I am the diamond glints on snow I am the sun on ripened grain I am the gentle autumn rain When you awaken in the morning's hush I am the swift uplifting rush Of quiet birds in circled light I am the soft star that shines at night Do not stand at my grave and cry I am not there; I did not die. Anonymous
I am not there, I do not sleep I am a 1,000 winds that blow I am the diamond glints on snow I am the sun on ripened grain I am the gentle autumn rain When you awaken in the morning's hush I am the swift uplifting rush Of quiet birds in circled light I am the soft star that shines at night Do not stand at my grave and cry I am not there; I did not die. Anonymous
Words of Comfort
It must be borne in mind that the tragedy of life doesn't lie in not reaching your goal.
The tragedy lies in having no goal to reach.
It is not a calamity to die with dreams unfulfilled.
But it is a calamity not to dream.
It is not a disaster to be unable to capture your ideal,
But it is a disaster to no ideal to capture.
It is not a disgrace not to reach the stars.
But it is a disgrace not to have stars to reach for.
Not failure, but low aim is a sin.
Dr Benjamin Elijah Mays
1894-1984
Saturday, June 11, 2011
Friday, June 10, 2011
Where is your attention
"Often we find our minds darting off in many directions and not in the present moment. There are times when we need to plan for the future, or briefly revisit the past, and it becomes necessary to have your attention concentrated in these directions. That is a form of wise attention. What I am referring to is “unskillful attention” and where you can become more mindful of it. For example, if you find yourself in conversation with someone difficult, there is a tendency to selectively ignore them. Your attention becomes quite fragmented. This can be a form of aversion or shutting down to avoid dealing with something you may not have fully developed the skill set to be with. Also, desiring something intensely can create a tremendous challenge for our attention because we become completely enraptured with what we want. It becomes more powerful than our capacity to be present.
I encourage you to pose the following questions: read more here
I encourage you to pose the following questions: read more here
Thursday, June 9, 2011
'love song'
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The night is painted by your dream
Your perfume fills my lungs to extreme
You are a feast for my eyes!
All shapes of woe you belie
As the body of earth is washed by rain
From my soul you cleanse all stain!
In my burning body you are a turning gyre
In the shade of my eyelashes you are a blazing fire.
You are more verdant than a wheat field!
More fruit than golden boughs you yield!
To the suns you open the gate
To counteract dark doubt’s spate
With you there is nothing to fear
But the pain of joyful tear
This sad heart of mine and profuse light?
This din of life in the abyss of blight?
The glance in your eyes is my field
And with it my eyes are sealed
Before this I had no other image
Or I would not but you envisage
The pain of love is a dark pain
Going and demeaning oneself in vain
Learning against people with black sight
Defiling oneself with the filth of spite
Finding in caresses venom of wile
Finding villainy in friend’s smile
Handing gold coins to the marauding band
Getting lost in the midst of the bazaar land
With my soul united you will be
From grave you will raise me
Like a star on wings decked with gold
You come from a land untold.
You alleviate sorrow’s pang
Flooding my body with embrace’s tang
You are a stream flowing onto my dry breast
My bed of my veins with your water is blest
Within a world which on darkness does feed
With every step you take I proceed
Underneath my skin you go!
There like blood you flow
Burning my tresses with a fondling hand
Flushing my checks with an urging demand
You are a stranger to my gown
An acquaintance with my body’s lawn
You are a shining sun that never dies
A sun that rises in Southern skies
You are fresher than first light
Fresher than spring, a luster sight
This is no longer love: this is pride
A chandelier that in silence and darkness died
When love did my heart entice
I was filled with a sense of sacrifice
This is no longer me, this is no longer me
My life with my ego amounted to a null degree
My lips your kisses prize
Your lips are the temple of my eyes
In me your stir a great rhapsody
Your curves are an attire on my body
O how I crave to sprout
And my joy with sorrow shout
O how I wish to rise
And my eyes with tears baptize
This forlorn heart of mine and incense perfume?
The music of harp and lyre in a prayer room?
This void and these flights?
These songs and these silent nights?
Your glance is a wondrous lullaby
Cradling restless babes thereby
Your breath is a transcendental breeze
Washing off me tremors of unease
Finding in my morrows a place to sleep
Permeating my world deep and deep
In me the passion for poetry you inspire
Over my lays you cast instant fire
You kindled my passionate desire
Thus setting my poems afire.
Forugh Farrokhzad, Another Birth, Selected Poems Translated by Ismali Salami Zanbankadeh Publication Modern Persian Poetry Page 20 ISBN: 964-6117-36-8
'Another Birth'
Digital Photo by Roger Hume |
Another BirthPersian : Tavalodi DigarAudio Files: Tavalodi Digar
My whole being is a dark chant
which will carry you
perpetuating you
to the dawn of eternal growths and blossoming
in this chant I sighed you sighed
in this chant
I grafted you to the tree to the water to the fire.
Life is perhaps
a long street through which a woman holding
a basket passes every day
Life is perhaps
a rope with which a man hangs himself from a branch
life is perhaps a child returning home from school.
Life is perhaps lighting up a cigarette
in the narcotic repose between two love-makings
or the absent gaze of a passerby
who takes off his hat to another passerby
with a meaningless smile and a good morning .
Life is perhaps that enclosed moment
when my gaze destroys itself in the pupil of your eyes
and it is in the feeling
which I will put into the Moon's impression
and the Night's perception.
In a room as big as loneliness
my heart
which is as big as love
looks at the simple pretexts of its happiness
at the beautiful decay of flowers in the vase
at the sapling you planted in our garden
and the song of canaries
which sing to the size of a window.
Ah
this is my lot
this is my lot
my lot is
a sky which is taken away at the drop of a curtain
my lot is going down a flight of disused stairs
a regain something amid putrefaction and nostalgia
my lot is a sad promenade in the garden of memories
and dying in the grief of a voice which tells me
I love
your hands.
I will plant my hands in the garden
I will grow I know I know I know
and swallows will lay eggs
in the hollow of my ink-stained hands.
I shall wear
a pair of twin cherries as ear-rings
and I shall put dahlia petals on my finger-nails
there is an alley
where the boys who were in love with me
still loiter with the same unkempt hair
thin necks and bony legs
and think of the innocent smiles of a little girl
who was blown away by the wind one night.
There is an alley
which my heart has stolen
from the streets of my childhood.
The journey of a form along the line of time
inseminating the line of time with the form
a form conscious of an image
coming back from a feast in a mirror
And it is in this way
that someone dies
and someone lives on.
No fisherman shall ever find a pearl in a small brook
which empties into a pool.
I know a sad little fairy
who lives in an ocean
and ever so softly
plays her heart into a magic flute
a sad little fairy
who dies with one kiss each night
and is reborn with one kiss each dawn.
Happiness
I also believe happiness is the consequence of personal effort. You fight for it, strive for it, insist upon it, and sometimes even travel around the world looking for it. You have to participate relentlessly in the manifestations of your own blessings.
And... once you have achieved a state of happiness, you must never become lax about maintaining it. You must make a mighty effort to keep swimming upward into that happiness forever, to stay afloat on top of it ~Elizabeth Gilbert
Tuesday, June 7, 2011
Transformation through Decay
When it rains, most birds head for shelter; the eagle is the only bird that, in order to avoid the rain, starts flying above the clouds...
An amazing tidbit about the Eagle's eyesight: The eagle can probably identify a rabbit moving almost a mile away. That means that an eagle flying at an altitude of 1000 feet over open country could spot prey over an area of almost 3 square miles from a fixed position.
No wonder God wants us to spread our wings and soar with eagles.
An amazing tidbit about the Eagle's eyesight: The eagle can probably identify a rabbit moving almost a mile away. That means that an eagle flying at an altitude of 1000 feet over open country could spot prey over an area of almost 3 square miles from a fixed position.
No wonder God wants us to spread our wings and soar with eagles.
Saturday, June 4, 2011
I cried my eyes out
Taking the stones they throw at me and using them to build my castle
I cried my eyes out, overwhelmed by the support I received here, like a weight lifted off of my shoulders, the weight of the world. I made some phone calls. I am getting help. Strong men also cry. Strong men also cry
I cried my eyes out, overwhelmed by the support I received here, like a weight lifted off of my shoulders, the weight of the world. I made some phone calls. I am getting help. Strong men also cry. Strong men also cry
Wednesday, June 1, 2011
Thank you!
When sorrows invade the mind, we discover dharma and find lasting happiness. Thank you, sorrows!
Through harm caused by spirits we discover dharma and find fearlessness. Thank you, ghosts and demons!
Through people's hate we discover dharma and find benefits and happiness. Thank you, those who hate us!
Through cruel adversity, we discover dharma and find the unchanging way. Thank you, adversity!
Through being impelled to by others, we discover dharma and find the essential meaning. Thank you, all who drive us on!
We dedicate our merit to you all, to repay your kindness.
Gyalwa Longchenpa
Through harm caused by spirits we discover dharma and find fearlessness. Thank you, ghosts and demons!
Through people's hate we discover dharma and find benefits and happiness. Thank you, those who hate us!
Through cruel adversity, we discover dharma and find the unchanging way. Thank you, adversity!
Through being impelled to by others, we discover dharma and find the essential meaning. Thank you, all who drive us on!
We dedicate our merit to you all, to repay your kindness.
Gyalwa Longchenpa
Saturday, May 28, 2011
Fragile
A fragile beauty
wings damaged
but not yet broken
like the phoenix
she will rise from the ashes
Pausing in her glorious light but only for a moment
Ready to take flight for a different horizon
Tuesday, April 26, 2011
Power of Words
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Hzgzim5m7oU
Historia de un letrero, The Story of a Sign (original video)
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wAjtrm7RWBA
This short story winner of the 2008 Cannes Festival shows how the power of words and the kindness of strangers can have a big impact. Film produced by Alonso Alvarez Barreda.
The music used in the film is "In bicicletta" from the Il Postino (The Postman) soundtrack. Composer is Luis Enriquez Bacalov. The track can be downloaded on iTunes or at Amazon.com
El compositor es Luis Enriquez Bacalov, del soundtrack de la película de " IL POSTINO " y el tema se llama "In bicicletta", lo encuentras en Itunes.
Historia de un letrero, The Story of a Sign (original video)
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wAjtrm7RWBA
This short story winner of the 2008 Cannes Festival shows how the power of words and the kindness of strangers can have a big impact. Film produced by Alonso Alvarez Barreda.
The music used in the film is "In bicicletta" from the Il Postino (The Postman) soundtrack. Composer is Luis Enriquez Bacalov. The track can be downloaded on iTunes or at Amazon.com
El compositor es Luis Enriquez Bacalov, del soundtrack de la película de " IL POSTINO " y el tema se llama "In bicicletta", lo encuentras en Itunes.
Thursday, April 21, 2011
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