Thursday, July 18, 2013
I am one person, a spirit.
I am one person, a spirit. God is spirit and I was created in His image. When I was born again, He created me anew - holy, righteous and perfect in spirit.
Tuesday, July 16, 2013
A Friend
I think this is the greatest and truest description
I've ever heard for a Friend.....
I've ever heard for a Friend.....
Friends.......They love you,
But they're not your lover.
They care for you,
But they're not from your family.
They're ready to share your pain,
But they're not your blood relation.
They are........FRIENDS! !!!!
A True friend...... .
Scolds like a DAD..
Cares like a MOM..
Teases like a SISTER..
Irritates like a BROTHER..
And finally loves you for YOU.
Send to all your good friends
The nicest place to be is in someone's THOUGHTS!
The safest place to be is in someone's PRAYERS!
And the best place to be is in .......... GOD'S HANDS!
The safest place to be is in someone's PRAYERS!
And the best place to be is in .......... GOD'S HANDS!
Friday, July 5, 2013
The Ascended Host Decree for America
The Ascended Host Decree for America
Saint Germain
In
the Name and by the Power of the Ascended Host and the Ascended Master
Saint Germain, I voice Their Decree for the blessing and protection of
our Beloved America. America has been brought into being by the
Ascended Host, as a Radiating Center to all the World for “the Light of
God that never fails,” in the age which has now begun.
Unto
this end, there has been brought into existence a Sacred Document, upon
which the Government of the United States of America has been founded.
This is the Sacred Constitution of the United States of America.
Therefore, it is the Decree of the Ascended Host that every official in
our Government shall uphold and defend the Constitution of the United States of America unto the best of his/her ability- “so help him/her God!”
Thus America shall go forward unto greater glory than has ever been known on Earth. The Ascended Host, who are All-Powerful throughout the Universe, have decreed: “America shall remain at peace with the World!” To
those who have sought to draw America into the destruction unto which
the rest of the nations of the Earth seem determined to open themselves,
the Ascended Host have issued the All-Powerful Command, that: “America
and Her people, those Beloved Children of God who have sought the
Light, shall be protected, and that Glory which they have earned shall
go forth into manifestation.”
Thus
speaketh the Ascended Host unto the children of Earth. Their Decree
goes forth unchallenged into manifestation from now on, henceforth and
forevermore. In Their Name I have spoken!
Master Saint Germain
1990
Blessings to All,
Oneesha
How Doctors Die
How Doctors Die
By Ken Murray, MD
Years ago, Charlie, a highly respected orthopedist and a mentor of mine, found a lump in his stomach. He had a surgeon explore the area, and the diagnosis was pancreatic cancer. This surgeon was one of the best in the country. He had even invented a new procedure for this exact cancer that could triple a patient’s five-year-survival odds—from 5 percent to 15 percent—albeit with a poor quality of life. Charlie was uninterested. He went home the next day, closed his practice, and never set foot in a hospital again. He focused on spending time with family and feeling as good as possible. Several months later, he died at home. He got no chemotherapy, radiation, or surgical treatment. Medicare didn’t spend much on him.
It’s not a frequent topic of discussion, but doctors die, too. And they don’t die like the rest of us. What’s unusual about them is not how much treatment they get compared to most Americans, but how little. For all the time they spend fending off the deaths of others, they tend to be fairly serene when faced with death themselves. They know exactly what is going to happen, they know the choices, and they generally have access to any sort of medical care they could want. But they go gently.
Of course, doctors don’t want to die; they want to live. But they know enough about modern medicine to know its limits. And they know enough about death to know what all people fear most: dying in pain, and dying alone. They’ve talked about this with their families. They want to be sure, when the time comes, that no heroic measures will happen—that they will never experience, during their last moments on earth, someone breaking their ribs in an attempt to resuscitate them with CPR (that’s what happens if CPR is done right).
Almost all medical professionals have seen what we call “futile care” being performed on people. That’s when doctors bring the cutting edge of technology to bear on a grievously ill person near the end of life. The patient will get cut open, perforated with tubes, hooked up to machines, and assaulted with drugs. All of this occurs in the Intensive Care Unit at a cost of tens of thousands of dollars a day. What it buys is misery we would not inflict on a terrorist. I cannot count the number of times fellow physicians have told me, in words that vary only slightly, “Promise me if you find me like this that you’ll kill me.” They mean it. Some medical personnel wear medallions stamped “NO CODE” to tell physicians not to perform CPR on them. I have even seen it as a tattoo.
To administer medical care that makes people suffer is anguishing. Physicians are trained to gather information without revealing any of their own feelings, but in private, among fellow doctors, they’ll vent. “How can anyone do that to their family members?” they’ll ask. I suspect it’s one reason physicians have higher rates of alcohol abuse and depression than professionals in most other fields. I know it’s one reason I stopped participating in hospital care for the last 10 years of my practice.
How has it come to this—that doctors administer so much care that they wouldn’t want for themselves? The simple, or not-so-simple, answer is this: patients, doctors, and the system.
To see how patients play a role, imagine a scenario in which someone has lost consciousness and been admitted to an emergency room. As is so often the case, no one has made a plan for this situation, and shocked and scared family members find themselves caught up in a maze of choices. They’re overwhelmed. When doctors ask if they want “everything” done, they answer yes. Then the nightmare begins. Sometimes, a family really means “do everything,” but often they just mean “do everything that’s reasonable.” The problem is that they may not know what’s reasonable, nor, in their confusion and sorrow, will they ask about it or hear what a physician may be telling them. For their part, doctors told to do “everything” will do it, whether it is reasonable or not.
The above scenario is a common one. Feeding into the problem are unrealistic expectations of what doctors can accomplish. Many people think of CPR as a reliable lifesaver when, in fact, the results are usually poor. I’ve had hundreds of people brought to me in the emergency room after getting CPR. Exactly one, a healthy man who’d had no heart troubles (for those who want specifics, he had a “tension pneumothorax”), walked out of the hospital. If a patient suffers from severe illness, old age, or a terminal disease, the odds of a good outcome from CPR are infinitesimal, while the odds of suffering are overwhelming. Poor knowledge and misguided expectations lead to a lot of bad decisions.
But of course it’s not just patients making these things happen. Doctors play an enabling role, too. The trouble is that even doctors who hate to administer futile care must find a way to address the wishes of patients and families. Imagine, once again, the emergency room with those grieving, possibly hysterical, family members. They do not know the doctor. Establishing trust and confidence under such circumstances is a very delicate thing. People are prepared to think the doctor is acting out of base motives, trying to save time, or money, or effort, especially if the doctor is advising against further treatment.
Some doctors are stronger communicators than others, and some doctors are more adamant, but the pressures they all face are similar. When I faced circumstances involving end-of-life choices, I adopted the approach of laying out only the options that I thought were reasonable (as I would in any situation) as early in the process as possible. When patients or families brought up unreasonable choices, I would discuss the issue in layman’s terms that portrayed the downsides clearly. If patients or families still insisted on treatments I considered pointless or harmful, I would offer to transfer their care to another doctor or hospital.
Should I have been more forceful at times? I know that some of those transfers still haunt me. One of the patients of whom I was most fond was an attorney from a famous political family. She had severe diabetes and terrible circulation, and, at one point, she developed a painful sore on her foot. Knowing the hazards of hospitals, I did everything I could to keep her from resorting to surgery. Still, she sought out outside experts with whom I had no relationship. Not knowing as much about her as I did, they decided to perform bypass surgery on her chronically clogged blood vessels in both legs. This didn’t restore her circulation, and the surgical wounds wouldn’t heal. Her feet became gangrenous, and she endured bilateral leg amputations. Two weeks later, in the famous medical center in which all this had occurred, she died.
It’s easy to find fault with both doctors and patients in such stories, but in many ways all the parties are simply victims of a larger system that encourages excessive treatment. In some unfortunate cases, doctors use the fee-for-service model to do everything they can, no matter how pointless, to make money. More commonly, though, doctors are fearful of litigation and do whatever they’re asked, with little feedback, to avoid getting in trouble.
Even when the right preparations have been made, the system can still swallow people up. One of my patients was a man named Jack, a 78-year-old who had been ill for years and undergone about 15 major surgical procedures. He explained to me that he never, under any circumstances, wanted to be placed on life support machines again. One Saturday, however, Jack suffered a massive stroke and got admitted to the emergency room unconscious, without his wife. Doctors did everything possible to resuscitate him and put him on life support in the ICU. This was Jack’s worst nightmare. When I arrived at the hospital and took over Jack’s care, I spoke to his wife and to hospital staff, bringing in my office notes with his care preferences. Then I turned off the life support machines and sat with him. He died two hours later.
Even with all his wishes documented, Jack hadn’t died as he’d hoped. The system had intervened. One of the nurses, I later found out, even reported my unplugging of Jack to the authorities as a possible homicide. Nothing came of it, of course; Jack’s wishes had been spelled out explicitly, and he’d left the paperwork to prove it. But the prospect of a police investigation is terrifying for any physician. I could far more easily have left Jack on life support against his stated wishes, prolonging his life, and his suffering, a few more weeks. I would even have made a little more money, and Medicare would have ended up with an additional $500,000 bill. It’s no wonder many doctors err on the side of overtreatment.
But doctors still don’t over-treat themselves. They see the consequences of this constantly. Almost anyone can find a way to die in peace at home, and pain can be managed better than ever. Hospice care, which focuses on providing terminally ill patients with comfort and dignity rather than on futile cures, provides most people with much better final days. Amazingly, studies have found that people placed in hospice care often live longer than people with the same disease who are seeking active cures. I was struck to hear on the radio recently that the famous reporter Tom Wicker had “died peacefully at home, surrounded by his family.” Such stories are, thankfully, increasingly common.
Several years ago, my older cousin Torch (born at home by the light of a flashlight—or torch) had a seizure that turned out to be the result of lung cancer that had gone to his brain. I arranged for him to see various specialists, and we learned that with aggressive treatment of his condition, including three to five hospital visits a week for chemotherapy, he would live perhaps four months. Ultimately, Torch decided against any treatment and simply took pills for brain swelling. He moved in with me.
We spent the next eight months doing a bunch of things that he enjoyed, having fun together like we hadn’t had in decades. We went to Disneyland, his first time. We’d hang out at home. Torch was a sports nut, and he was very happy to watch sports and eat my cooking. He even gained a bit of weight, eating his favorite foods rather than hospital foods. He had no serious pain, and he remained high-spirited. One day, he didn’t wake up. He spent the next three days in a coma-like sleep and then died. The cost of his medical care for those eight months, for the one drug he was taking, was about $20.
Torch was no doctor, but he knew he wanted a life of quality, not just quantity. Don’t most of us? If there is a state of the art of end-of-life care, it is this: death with dignity. As for me, my physician has my choices. They were easy to make, as they are for most physicians. There will be no heroics, and I will go gentle into that good night. Like my mentor Charlie. Like my cousin Torch. Like my fellow doctors.
Ken Murray, MD, is Clinical Assistant Professor of Family Medicine at USC. This post was originally published at Zócalo Public Square, a non-profit ideas exchange that blends live events and humanities journalism.
By Ken Murray, MD
Years ago, Charlie, a highly respected orthopedist and a mentor of mine, found a lump in his stomach. He had a surgeon explore the area, and the diagnosis was pancreatic cancer. This surgeon was one of the best in the country. He had even invented a new procedure for this exact cancer that could triple a patient’s five-year-survival odds—from 5 percent to 15 percent—albeit with a poor quality of life. Charlie was uninterested. He went home the next day, closed his practice, and never set foot in a hospital again. He focused on spending time with family and feeling as good as possible. Several months later, he died at home. He got no chemotherapy, radiation, or surgical treatment. Medicare didn’t spend much on him.
It’s not a frequent topic of discussion, but doctors die, too. And they don’t die like the rest of us. What’s unusual about them is not how much treatment they get compared to most Americans, but how little. For all the time they spend fending off the deaths of others, they tend to be fairly serene when faced with death themselves. They know exactly what is going to happen, they know the choices, and they generally have access to any sort of medical care they could want. But they go gently.
Of course, doctors don’t want to die; they want to live. But they know enough about modern medicine to know its limits. And they know enough about death to know what all people fear most: dying in pain, and dying alone. They’ve talked about this with their families. They want to be sure, when the time comes, that no heroic measures will happen—that they will never experience, during their last moments on earth, someone breaking their ribs in an attempt to resuscitate them with CPR (that’s what happens if CPR is done right).
Almost all medical professionals have seen what we call “futile care” being performed on people. That’s when doctors bring the cutting edge of technology to bear on a grievously ill person near the end of life. The patient will get cut open, perforated with tubes, hooked up to machines, and assaulted with drugs. All of this occurs in the Intensive Care Unit at a cost of tens of thousands of dollars a day. What it buys is misery we would not inflict on a terrorist. I cannot count the number of times fellow physicians have told me, in words that vary only slightly, “Promise me if you find me like this that you’ll kill me.” They mean it. Some medical personnel wear medallions stamped “NO CODE” to tell physicians not to perform CPR on them. I have even seen it as a tattoo.
To administer medical care that makes people suffer is anguishing. Physicians are trained to gather information without revealing any of their own feelings, but in private, among fellow doctors, they’ll vent. “How can anyone do that to their family members?” they’ll ask. I suspect it’s one reason physicians have higher rates of alcohol abuse and depression than professionals in most other fields. I know it’s one reason I stopped participating in hospital care for the last 10 years of my practice.
How has it come to this—that doctors administer so much care that they wouldn’t want for themselves? The simple, or not-so-simple, answer is this: patients, doctors, and the system.
To see how patients play a role, imagine a scenario in which someone has lost consciousness and been admitted to an emergency room. As is so often the case, no one has made a plan for this situation, and shocked and scared family members find themselves caught up in a maze of choices. They’re overwhelmed. When doctors ask if they want “everything” done, they answer yes. Then the nightmare begins. Sometimes, a family really means “do everything,” but often they just mean “do everything that’s reasonable.” The problem is that they may not know what’s reasonable, nor, in their confusion and sorrow, will they ask about it or hear what a physician may be telling them. For their part, doctors told to do “everything” will do it, whether it is reasonable or not.
The above scenario is a common one. Feeding into the problem are unrealistic expectations of what doctors can accomplish. Many people think of CPR as a reliable lifesaver when, in fact, the results are usually poor. I’ve had hundreds of people brought to me in the emergency room after getting CPR. Exactly one, a healthy man who’d had no heart troubles (for those who want specifics, he had a “tension pneumothorax”), walked out of the hospital. If a patient suffers from severe illness, old age, or a terminal disease, the odds of a good outcome from CPR are infinitesimal, while the odds of suffering are overwhelming. Poor knowledge and misguided expectations lead to a lot of bad decisions.
But of course it’s not just patients making these things happen. Doctors play an enabling role, too. The trouble is that even doctors who hate to administer futile care must find a way to address the wishes of patients and families. Imagine, once again, the emergency room with those grieving, possibly hysterical, family members. They do not know the doctor. Establishing trust and confidence under such circumstances is a very delicate thing. People are prepared to think the doctor is acting out of base motives, trying to save time, or money, or effort, especially if the doctor is advising against further treatment.
Some doctors are stronger communicators than others, and some doctors are more adamant, but the pressures they all face are similar. When I faced circumstances involving end-of-life choices, I adopted the approach of laying out only the options that I thought were reasonable (as I would in any situation) as early in the process as possible. When patients or families brought up unreasonable choices, I would discuss the issue in layman’s terms that portrayed the downsides clearly. If patients or families still insisted on treatments I considered pointless or harmful, I would offer to transfer their care to another doctor or hospital.
Should I have been more forceful at times? I know that some of those transfers still haunt me. One of the patients of whom I was most fond was an attorney from a famous political family. She had severe diabetes and terrible circulation, and, at one point, she developed a painful sore on her foot. Knowing the hazards of hospitals, I did everything I could to keep her from resorting to surgery. Still, she sought out outside experts with whom I had no relationship. Not knowing as much about her as I did, they decided to perform bypass surgery on her chronically clogged blood vessels in both legs. This didn’t restore her circulation, and the surgical wounds wouldn’t heal. Her feet became gangrenous, and she endured bilateral leg amputations. Two weeks later, in the famous medical center in which all this had occurred, she died.
It’s easy to find fault with both doctors and patients in such stories, but in many ways all the parties are simply victims of a larger system that encourages excessive treatment. In some unfortunate cases, doctors use the fee-for-service model to do everything they can, no matter how pointless, to make money. More commonly, though, doctors are fearful of litigation and do whatever they’re asked, with little feedback, to avoid getting in trouble.
Even when the right preparations have been made, the system can still swallow people up. One of my patients was a man named Jack, a 78-year-old who had been ill for years and undergone about 15 major surgical procedures. He explained to me that he never, under any circumstances, wanted to be placed on life support machines again. One Saturday, however, Jack suffered a massive stroke and got admitted to the emergency room unconscious, without his wife. Doctors did everything possible to resuscitate him and put him on life support in the ICU. This was Jack’s worst nightmare. When I arrived at the hospital and took over Jack’s care, I spoke to his wife and to hospital staff, bringing in my office notes with his care preferences. Then I turned off the life support machines and sat with him. He died two hours later.
Even with all his wishes documented, Jack hadn’t died as he’d hoped. The system had intervened. One of the nurses, I later found out, even reported my unplugging of Jack to the authorities as a possible homicide. Nothing came of it, of course; Jack’s wishes had been spelled out explicitly, and he’d left the paperwork to prove it. But the prospect of a police investigation is terrifying for any physician. I could far more easily have left Jack on life support against his stated wishes, prolonging his life, and his suffering, a few more weeks. I would even have made a little more money, and Medicare would have ended up with an additional $500,000 bill. It’s no wonder many doctors err on the side of overtreatment.
But doctors still don’t over-treat themselves. They see the consequences of this constantly. Almost anyone can find a way to die in peace at home, and pain can be managed better than ever. Hospice care, which focuses on providing terminally ill patients with comfort and dignity rather than on futile cures, provides most people with much better final days. Amazingly, studies have found that people placed in hospice care often live longer than people with the same disease who are seeking active cures. I was struck to hear on the radio recently that the famous reporter Tom Wicker had “died peacefully at home, surrounded by his family.” Such stories are, thankfully, increasingly common.
Several years ago, my older cousin Torch (born at home by the light of a flashlight—or torch) had a seizure that turned out to be the result of lung cancer that had gone to his brain. I arranged for him to see various specialists, and we learned that with aggressive treatment of his condition, including three to five hospital visits a week for chemotherapy, he would live perhaps four months. Ultimately, Torch decided against any treatment and simply took pills for brain swelling. He moved in with me.
We spent the next eight months doing a bunch of things that he enjoyed, having fun together like we hadn’t had in decades. We went to Disneyland, his first time. We’d hang out at home. Torch was a sports nut, and he was very happy to watch sports and eat my cooking. He even gained a bit of weight, eating his favorite foods rather than hospital foods. He had no serious pain, and he remained high-spirited. One day, he didn’t wake up. He spent the next three days in a coma-like sleep and then died. The cost of his medical care for those eight months, for the one drug he was taking, was about $20.
Torch was no doctor, but he knew he wanted a life of quality, not just quantity. Don’t most of us? If there is a state of the art of end-of-life care, it is this: death with dignity. As for me, my physician has my choices. They were easy to make, as they are for most physicians. There will be no heroics, and I will go gentle into that good night. Like my mentor Charlie. Like my cousin Torch. Like my fellow doctors.
Ken Murray, MD, is Clinical Assistant Professor of Family Medicine at USC. This post was originally published at Zócalo Public Square, a non-profit ideas exchange that blends live events and humanities journalism.
Tuesday, June 25, 2013
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Thursday, June 6, 2013
In the Nick of Time
For
the past year and a half it seemed I was living in a place of
confusion, complexed emotions and darkness within. It seemed as if
everything I believed in became distant and I felt that the light I had
lived in for most of my life dimmed to where I was not sure of myself
and not sure about my decisions and about the people around me.
I had a sense of betrayal and hurt, unexplained emotional sadness and disappointment.
The
individual’s I believed in I could see their futures bright and
glorious turned away. Not speaking the truth not telling me all the
facts, circles around me; wondering what on earth did I do to deserve
such disrespect and friendships I thought I had turned out to be lies.
How
could I have not seen it, how could my intuition not recognize the
energy of betrayal, the loyalty of friendship forsaken? It has been a
difficult, complicated and painful journey back to myself.
My soul
light and energy was in jeopardy, not trusting my own knowing, not
trusting what others were saying to me.
I started to shut down, way
down, off the charts.
Depression around the corner. Then I decided I
needed to leave the psychic energy and the lack of frequencies of light,
that were blocking what that I have had to sustain my spiritual energy
and intuitive knowing, I had to return to my roots; I went back to New
England, where my soul was fed with unconditional love and genuine
friendships and truth and joy. How is it possible I surrounded myself
with liars and people who call themselves spiritual and healers and yet
have the capacity to look you right in the eyes and not speak the
truth...Overwhelmed with negative feelings and webbing that shut down my
systems, my faith in myself, my knowing, my healing abilities, what on
earth had I stepped into here.
When
in New England I felt myself come alive with spiritual frequencies I
was use to and knew. I trusted those around me, they would tell the
truth, the whole truth. They were really happy to see me, they really
loved me. We laughed and shared, and loved one another as we are and
who are.
Now
these past 8 months I have worked on opening myself up again, allowing
my light to be seen some, allowing myself to go forward a little. It is
amazing the harm that is done when you are the target of liar’s gossip
and half truths. Now it is June and I woke up as if I had been asleep
since October of 2011...just jumped out of bed and was on...My light
revved up, my energy high and happy knowing and wanting to move forward
new projects and bringing new people into my life.
I
sat and contemplated what happened, what on earth and way the people
the closest to me hurt me so deeply....well the answer is, they did not
hurt me, they did what they do and for me I was allowed to witness and
see who they really are. There is a saying “he who speaks with forked
tongue” yes, I witnessed it. But, it had nothing to do with me,
nothing, not really, I allowed myself to accept it, to go there into the
pain, the sadness the disappointments. I allowed and accepted their
lies to affect me and I allowed myself to be sad, my light shutdown. I
did it. The Law of Attitude states that no man, no circumstance, no
loss of job, death or cataclysm activity can harm us, only our own
attitude toward the situations. It seems amazing to me, that is one of
the Laws I thought I lived by, I thought, I understood it...yet, there I
was and here I am now.
Four
(4) weeks ago, I jumped out of bed, as if I just landed in this body on
this planet, I was balanced, my energy strong, my desires in full
swing. My energy to clean, clear, organized, myself was back. The true
feeling was that of a web of energy had wrapped itself around me, the
dark energies had got a hold of me...The thoughts, feelings and
intentions of others were strong, hateful, discouraging and just about
broke my will. However, I would not allow that, and when I started
organizing the house, cleaning outside, moving things around, I thought
“Thank God, I am Back!” A rebirth of sorts had taken place.
Four
weeks ago, my twin flame, recognized I was not breathing correctly, I
was short of breath, tired, depressed and sad, he looked at me and
decided to crack my back...Man it hurt, loss my breath for a moment and
just like that, my breath was stronger, the balance better, the
shoulders not rounded....It hurt, yet, the gift was the chi was moving,
it had been stuck all around my heart, my shoulders, my upper back.
Holding on, holding on to the old, the dead energy of hurtful and
destructive thought patterns.
Now,
I have been accomplishing tasks in one day. I feel free, no webs, no
sadness, just a strong desire to live my life fully again. The lesson
learned that “it does not belong to me”, the truth is people will think
whatever they want and can be hateful, lie and gossip but the truth is
they are only hurting themselves. I have learned my lesson well.
My
belief system challenged to the edge, my relationships tested, those
who were there with me, guided me, allowed me to work through these
inner pains and sadness, those who supported me in love and worked
towards lifting me up and out of the darkness, my true friends, my true
family...I am oh so blessed.
I
was taught as a child to forgive but not to forget, we want to remember
the pain and the hurt, but, not to hold on to it as it is a reminder of
the lesson learned.
I
have no ill feelings toward anyone, what a journey, I had to make
major adjustments to new situations in my personal life, I decided to
stay in a relationship and tend to it with care, or to leave..my choice
to stay and tend to it with tender loving care which I have done.
I
wanted to write this today first because it has been sitting in my mind
and needed to write it out, and also, if you find yourself in a place
of darkness and feel you have no way out, you do, we always do. One is
to allow yourself to feel the pain, the stress, the hurt, the betrayal
and then accept within yourself the possibility of healing and releasing
the pain. I invite you to think about the Law of Attitude and realize
once again, there is nothing outside ourselves that can truly affect us,
we must do the healing and the forgiveness so we can move forward.
I
accepted my role in the entire nightmare and that was that I became a
victim....we never want to become a victim, we want to be the
illuminated one, the one that is filled with Grace and Forgiveness for
ourselves and for all others. We want to recognize that we can not and
never will control how another thinks of us, acts towards us, says about
us. We have no control of that, but, we do have control of how we
chose to respond and act. Do we react towards it or do we ponder it and
release it.
And
at this time I am planning to leave for New England, this time not
seeking to be consoled but to console. It is the Law of Balance....I am
now in the position and have the opportunity to give back, to lift up
others spirit and soul, to love unconditionally with light and love, to
be of greater service and in gratitude.
It
is really never about what we receive, it is really about what we can
give back and the energy and intention of the act that is important.
Today as I write this I recognize within me the love and light, the
forgiveness and the desire to move forward in my life with acceptance of
those things I can not change and the acceptance of those in my life
wherever they are in their lives with compassion and joy for their lives
and who they are and how they impact my life. There is always light at
the end of the tunnel. For me, my friends were the lights in the
tunnel that were bright so I could find my way out once again.
Wherever
you are on your journey, I bless you and pray for the Light and Love
within to be expressed in small and glorious ways. To live your truth
and to be happy with the choices you make and to know that there is a
God that loves us and sends to us all that we require.
I thank God for my loving family of friends...to them I am so grateful....
May
you walk in peace and truth. May you live in joy and abundance. May
you seek only the truth and live by the Laws and Virtues that give us
the opportunity to be awakened on our journey home to the
Light.......remember, “it does not belong to me”...a mantra I chose to
live by...
Oneesha La-Ka
Gardening
1. GET THE NUTRITION
YOU NEED & ENJOY TASTIER FOOD!
Many studies have shown that organically grown food has more minerals and nutrients that we need than food grown with synthetic pesticides. There’s a good reason why many chefs use organic foods in their recipes—they taste better. Organic farming starts with the nourishment of the soil, which eventually leads to the nourishment of the plant and, ultimately our bodies.
2. SAVE MONEY
Growing your own food can help cut the cost of the grocery bill. Instead of spending hundreds of dollars and month at the grocery store on foods that don’t really nourish you, spend time in the garden, outside, exercising, learning to grow your own food.
3. PROTECT FUTURE GENERATIONS
The average child receives four times more exposure than an adult to at least eight widely used cancer-causing pesticides in food. Food choices you make now will impact your child’s future health.
Many studies have shown that organically grown food has more minerals and nutrients that we need than food grown with synthetic pesticides. There’s a good reason why many chefs use organic foods in their recipes—they taste better. Organic farming starts with the nourishment of the soil, which eventually leads to the nourishment of the plant and, ultimately our bodies.
2. SAVE MONEY
Growing your own food can help cut the cost of the grocery bill. Instead of spending hundreds of dollars and month at the grocery store on foods that don’t really nourish you, spend time in the garden, outside, exercising, learning to grow your own food.
3. PROTECT FUTURE GENERATIONS
The average child receives four times more exposure than an adult to at least eight widely used cancer-causing pesticides in food. Food choices you make now will impact your child’s future health.
“We have not inherited the Earth from our fathers,
we are borrowing it from our children.”
– Lester Brown
we are borrowing it from our children.”
– Lester Brown
4. PREVENT SOIL EROSION
The Soil Conservation Service estimates more than 3 billion tons of topsoil are eroded from the United States’ croplands each year. That means soil erodes seven times faster than it’s built up naturally. Soil is the foundation of the food chain in organic farming. However, in conventional farming, the soil is used more as a medium for holding plants in a vertical position so they can be chemically fertilized. As a result, American farms are suffering from the worst soil erosion in history.
5. PROTECT WATER QUALITY
Water makes up two-thirds of our body mass and covers three-fourths of the planet. The Environmental Protection Agency (EPA) estimates pesticides - some cancer causing - contaminate the groundwater in 38 states, polluting the primary source of drinking water for more than half the country’s population.
6. SAVE ENERGY
American farms have changed drastically in the last three generations, from family-based small businesses dependent on human energy to large-scale factory farms. Modern farming uses more petroleum than any other single industry, consuming 12 percent of the country’s totally energy supply. More energy is now used to produce synthetic fertilizers than to till, cultivate and harvest all the crops in the United States. If you are growing your own food in the city, you are cutting down on transportation and pollution costs.
7. KEEP CHEMICALS OFF YOUR PLATE
Many pesticides approved for use by the EPA were registered long before extensive research linking these chemicals to cancer and other diseases had been established. Now the EPA considers 60 percent of all herbicides, 90 percent of all fungicides and 30 percent of all insecticides carcinogenic. A 1987 National Academy of Sciences report estimated that pesticides might cause an extra 4 million cancer cases among Americans. If you are growing your own food, you have control over what does, or doesn’t, go into it. The bottom line is that pesticides are poisons designed to kill living organisms and can also harm humans. In addition to cancer, pesticides are implicated in birth defects, nerve damage and genetic mutations.
8. PROTECT FARM WORKERS & HELP SMALL FARMERS
A National Cancer Institute study found that farmers exposed to herbicides had six times more risk than non-farmers of contracting cancer. In California, reported pesticide poisonings among farm workers have risen an average of 14 percent a year since 1973 and doubled between 1975 and 1985. Field workers suffer the highest rates of occupational illness in the state. Farm worker health is also a serious problem in developing nations, where pesticide use can be poorly regulated. An estimated 1 million people are poisoned annually by pesticides.
Although more and more large-scale farms are making the conversion to organic practices, most organic farms are small, independently owned family farms of fewer than 100 acres. It’s estimated the United States has lost more than 650,000 family farms in the past decade. And the U.S. Department of Agriculture predicted that half of this country’s farm production will come from 1 percent of farms by the year 2000, organic farming could be one of the few survival tactics left for family farms.
9. PROMOTE BIODIVERSITY
Mono-cropping is the practice of planting large plots of land with the same crop year after year. While this approach tripled farm production between 1950 and 1970, the lack of natural diversity of plant life has left the soil lacking in natural minerals and nutrients. To replace the nutrients, chemical fertilizers are used, often in increasing amounts. Single crops are also much more susceptible to pests, making farmers more reliant on pesticides. Despite a tenfold increase in the use of pesticides between 1947 and 1974, crop losses due to insects have doubled—partly because some insects have become genetically resistant to certain pesticides.
10. HELP BEAUTIFY YOUR COMMUNITY
Besides being used to grow food, community gardens are also a great way to beautify a community, and to bring pride in ownership.
I have heard from many people, that
they don’t have the space, or the time to grow their own food. I have heard
many excuses from “I don’t have a green thumb” to the no space to grow plants.
I have found many solutions to these
problems. I used to live in Nebraska, and grew everything from cucumbers,
squash and corn in Straw bales. Then living in the southwest U.S., have been
growing food from peppers, herbs, eggplants, etc., in clay pots. It really
doesn’t take a lot of time or a lot of energy. Using these methods, you can
literally grow almost anything. There is square foot gardening, planters on
window sills to roof top gardening. Where there is a will there is a way. I don’t
take any excuse. The only way to really know what you are putting on your plate, is to grow it yourself.
Remember that when a product says “Natural”,
doesn’t mean it’s organic. Everything that is on this planet, is natural to
this planet, even when it is altered to become something else. Food, directly
and indirectly becomes You. I read the
labels on everything that comes into my house, one way or another, and I know
what’s in it. They have some huge words for things, so educate yourself on what
you eat.
Education is the most important part of
your life. I heard recently, when we stop asking why, is truly the day we die.
That is the part of our curiosity that makes us who we are.
Remember, if you try, it already
implies failure. Do your best, and remember, if you never make the effort, you
have already failed.
So all of you out there, go and be
abundant, and in giving your receive in abundance.
Thank you,
Gerald Martin
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