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Since there are so many of these scams I can only assume they are making money.  Which means people are actually being taken in by the lies as long as the word FREE is included.  Really, is the average person that stupid?  I guess they are.

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The Beast Returns

The beast has emerged.  For years he has been hiding in the small towns of America, the segregated communities in our cities.  He smiled his pretend smile while he assured us all he was just like us, accepted and loved us all.  But he lied, he is a selfish, self centered monster who fears, hates, and wants to destroy anything not like himself.  Different is bad, different is scary, the different ones want to take over the country and squeeze him out.  There isn’t enough to go around and even though the different ones are too lazy to work they want to take even what’s his.  In the segregated south they warned the blacks wanted to take all the white women, now the different want to take it all.

And the ones with a more reasonable outlook on life, with the intelligence to realize that no matter how different we may be we really are together in this situation didn’t understand how big and strong the beast was.  They thought we had turned a corner in evolution, we had become more civilized, less apt to turn on our fellow man simply because he had different skin color or sexual orientation.  Many of them were so proud that we had gotten to a post racial time in our country with laws passed to protect those who were different.  But a law cannot stop fear, hatred, and prejudice.  A law can only encourage you to hide your sickness, it can’t stop it.  And now when those in power openly show their contempt for the same laws the beast feels safe to raise it’s ugly head and show the true feelings it has had all along.

This is not allegory, this is not hyperbole, this is as truth as I see it.

This beast cannot be defeated or destroyed, the best we can hope for is to put it back in shackles, to force it to hide it’s true feelings once more, to pretend to be a reasonably intelligent person who accepts our differences as a good thing and not a plague that will destroy our ‘way of life’.  But this fight will be long and difficult. It will have to be fought by all reasonable people  but those in a position of power or influence have a much larger burden to bear.  We must not keep quiet; we must not sit by and wait for it to go away while the cancer eats at the body of this country.  We must speak up at every opportunity to show not everyone believes the lies.

Gird your loins, polish your armor, and sharpen your sword of truth and your lance.  Though you feel you are tilting at windmills don’t stop your fight or we will all fall.  “Man of La Mancha where are you when we need you?”

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240 Pounds and Getting Old/Does the Atkins Diet Really Work

It’s time, actually way past time, that I work on my weight and while I’m at it maybe get in better shape overall.  I have an exercise bike and a weight center in an extra bedroom but don’t use it more than a couple times a week.  At 70 years old I don’t have all that many more years so if I’m ever going to become a slender he-man now’s the time to get started.  Well how about simply loosing 30 or 40 lbs and doing some minor exercise?

I’ve dieted before, not many times but have tried it, and find the main problem is how boring it gets eating the same thing over and over.  But then most of the time I’m bored with food anyway so—-

Countless times I’ve told patients, “Losing weight might not be easy but it is simple, eat less and get more exercise”.  But like everyone else I tried to find an easier shortcut to my weight.  After looking at a number of diets I kept coming back to the Atkins plan and even found the book in a local used book store.  The premise sounds so logical; we burn sugars for instant energy so if we eat a lot of carbs we don’t burn fats.  Decrease carbs below a certain level and your body is forced to burn the fat for energy.  No counting calories, don’t allow yourself to go hungry, eat all you want and lose weight.  Wow!  I’ve heard about it before but never really looked into it in depth, is this really the miracle we’ve all been looking for to lose weight?

There’s a two week “induction” phase then phase 2 where you lose slower and last phase 3 for maintenance.  Dr Atkin warns that you might lose too fast in the induction phase so need to be careful about electrolytes, minerals, and vitamins.  $300 spent in 2 days to stock up on the foods I’ll need and I’m on the Atkins low carb diet, wish me luck.

At the end of the 2 week induction phase I have been putting off weighing so I can be surprised, and am I ever surprised!  In two weeks I’ve lost a total of 3 lbs.  What the hell is this, what happened to weight lose so rapid it might be dangerous?

So I go back to the book, far in the back, in the question and answer section.  One of the questions is, “What if I don’t lose weight in the induction phase?”  The answer goes into health problems that make it difficult to lose weight, medications, and finally says if you don’t have any of these problems MAYBE YOU’RE JUST EATING TOO MUCH.

So, what’s the best way to lose weight?  How about eat less and exercise more!!!!!!!!

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Telepathy, More Than Just Emotions

There have been times when through meditation and lots of introspection I’ve found a truth, a new way of looking at life or at least a piece of it, new for me that is. Most of the time when the light suddenly shines for me I’ve spent some time reveling in my new found understanding before beginning to realize that the truth I’ve found has been found by many in the past. Most of these revelations have been written about over and over through the generations and years. For some reason I seem to have the need to find these thoughts, these philosophies, these truths, for myself, seldom being able to simply read about them and learn from the work of others.

Recently I realized that one of the things I’ve spent the most time meditating and studying about is again something that has been described many times in the past. Not necessarily defined exactly as I see and understand it but still close enough for me to realize it is the same thing. The truth I’m referring to is the existence of the “third eye”. Although I think the two eyes we already have pass a lot of information there is definitely something else that we can use for added communication.

I’ve written my thoughts about emotional telepathy before, you can find it by looking at the post, “Emotional Telepathy” posted on Nov 8, 2010

Recent thoughts about this has led me to understand that it isn’t just emotions we can share, there is real telepathy. The problem?  It’s without words, you can’t carry on a regular conversation mentally so no, no one can read the exact thoughts in your mind. The easiest things to send and receive are emotions and that’s why for a long time I thought this was all you could share. Then I began to realize I was receiving more than emotions from some people, at times knowing things about them that I had no way of knowing otherwise.
Can you exchange information without words, can you grasp a concept or a whole paragraph of meaning without words? Yes, and that is how telepathy works. There aren’t enough people around with a strong ability and we have learned to block people so well that we aren’t forced to admit what is happening. We can accept emotions being exchanged without too much fear but to think some of the ideas we have actually came from someone else is very unsettling to most people.

The understanding of this concept began for me about 10 years ago when my recently deceased mother visited me and we had about a 10 minute conversation. Yes I know, most people don’t believe this is possible, I must have been hallucinating. I think of myself as very grounded mentally, very balanced, and with no tendency to hallucinations or delusional thinking. So why would I accept that the only two times I have had these problems is when I was talking to my mother and when I, at another time, was outside my body for a short time? But that’s what those I’ve told about these events have decided, I was having the only hallucinations of my entire 70 year life. I don’t think so.
When I was conversing with my deceased mother I had no problem understanding what she was saying. There was a slight surprise when she knew what I was going to say before I had time to put it into words. I didn’t even realize at the time that I wasn’t hearing, or receiving words from her. Her communication was in full thoughts sent instantaneously. Later my mind put words to the exchange, I think so I could better understand and remember what we ‘talked’ about.

Recently I was describing to a friend how to open yourself up to this kind of communication, “We have all built walls around ourselves for protection but these walls also isolate us from those around us. Instead of trying to instantly tear down the wall I take a more simple approach. Make a door, just behind and slightly above you eyes. Mine is a double door but it doesn’t matter what configuration it has. When you want to be open to people see and sense yourself opening this door and allowing their communication to pass through. You can also feel yourself reach out through the door to the person or people you want to communicate with and send them your feelings and with practice your thoughts. Add this to what people call ‘non-verbal’ communication and you have something that almost reaches true, full telepathy.”
A few days later I woke in the morning with the thought, “Sometimes I’m really not to bright, what I’ve been using and describing is what has for centuries been called the third eye.” So I did some research specifically on this and found it describes a lot of what I have found but is also in some respects quite different from my experiences. This isn’t too surprising, whoever is explaining this phenomenon is trying to use words to describe something that can’t be understood in words.

My next step was to try to understand why some people are so good at this and some can’t do it at all. I haven’t reached any better understanding of why but have put together some thoughts on the people who can’t do it. The more I thought about it the more I realize a lot of what we call nonverbal communication is actually telepathy. We read it better when we are face to face and better in close proximity. And we read it better when we can see the other persons eyes. The old saying, “The eyes are the windows to the soul” fits very well here. There is the third eye but the two we already have also pass a lot of information between people.
I’ve met a few people with Asperger’s syndrome. These people are very literal, they don’t get innuendo or understand subtext in a conversation. As I meditated on all this I realized the reason they are that way is they don’t understand nonverbal communication and have no ability to use telepathy. The less ability they have the worse their symptoms of Asperger’s, and there is a continuum from them to those with Autism. It seems to me those with Autism are the ones with almost no connection to the world around them, they are truly cut off within their own minds, they are truly alone.

Often those with Asperger’s or the more severe Autism are very intelligent in their fields. almost like being at least partially cut off from the world around you allows you to use more of your mind for academic intelligence.   And this helps explain why the psychologist haven’t been able to prove telepathy in their studies.  The people doing the studies are the people with the least ability in the subject they are trying to study.  It’s like a color blind person trying to find red.

And so back to the way to enhance this ability, the most important is to meditate, also practice opening your doors (yourself) to those around you. One of the best, and most rewarding, times to do this is during sex, or I should say just before, during, and just after sex. If you’re in a relationship it will be a happier one if you can be open to/with each other most of the time. At first you will probably find that you will become mentally tired when you are open for long periods, don’t worry about this, your mental strength will increase over time.  To me the goal is to be able to be as open as possible as much of the time as possible.

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Acapulco gold, haven’t heard that term for over 20 years. “Oh no, this isn’t the same as back then,” the guy at the pot store says, “This stuff is at least 10 times more powerful than that was”.
I was on my way to spend the night with my girlfriend, “On the way could you pick up some pot?” She asked. We had tried some edible before but didn’t get anything but sleepy from it so this time, since she smokes, she wanted a couple joints. So here I was learning about the new strains of pot. Until recently it had been at least 20 years since I’d tried this stuff but since it was now legal in Washington State I had tried the edible.
“How much is it”, I ask the clerk at the pot store.
“It’s $12 a joint.”
“OK, I’ll take two of them.”
Being a nonsmoker I only got 3 or 4 good hits before I started coughing and couldn’t smoke anymore. About the same time she decided she’d had enough so we put out the approximately 1/3 that was left of the first joint, we hadn’t even gotten to the second one.
As we went back inside I realized it was already hitting me and making me feel lightheaded. By the time I got into the bedroom and sat on the bed I knew I was in trouble. One of the main reactions I’ve always had with pot is it messes up my time sense, one minute can seem like hours. I’ve often walked across the room as I watch myself walk across the room as I watch myself watch myself walk across the room and on and on and on. But this was already way past that.
I could feel each second as it passed by and then the seconds began to fragment into hundreds and then thousands of pieces. Each fragment of time had connection to a stream of reality with the present in the center and a million possibilities fanned out to each side. It was like you read in science fiction, each second built the future and I could chose any path to any destination I wanted, no matter how unlikely that future I could travel that way if I wanted.  And all this I could see/sense inside my mind.
Many of the paths were to realities I didn’t want to experience; if all futures are possible then some of them will be good and some very bad. If I focused on any one of the paths I would find myself starting to bend reality that way.
MEDITATE!!! That’s all I could let myself think, meditate, center your thoughts, keep control of this or you will be crazy and no telling where you might end up.
How many hours had I been sitting here? I looked at the night stand, the clock showed only 15 minutes since we had gone outside. How could that be possible, I knew we’d been back in for at least a couple hours. “Oh, right, my time sense is gone”
“I’m thirsty” “My throat is a little raw from smoking that stuff” “There’s a diet seven up on the night stand” “I wonder if I could reach it?”
After hours of thought I decided I could probably reach the bottle so I started my arm forward but it only went an inch before I had to reevaluate what I was doing and why and decide again I did want a drink. Each inch of movement, each second I had to go through the thought and decision steps again. As I finally got the bottle in my hand I was able to bring it to my mouth in half the time, take a sip and sit it back down.
“Hey, someone else is here. She’s talking to me. I think she ask if I was alright. Oh, it’s you. She looks worried about me. I should reassure her someway. But what would I say since I’m not at all sure that I’m alright. Maybe if I touch her on the arm she will be reassured.”
As I reach out through the years it takes to touch her arm there beside me I asked, “Did you see how long it took me to take a drink of my soda?”
“About 10 seconds” She replied.
“Damn, I’m really high as a kite, aren’t you getting anything from this stuff?” I ask her.
“Just a little sleepy, are you sure you’re alright?”
“I think I just need to meditate”, was all I could say.
About this time I realized that any action on my part fractured the reality flow and blurred some of the lines between the possible futures. Talking made the whole picture of reality within me blur and made me feel slightly nauseous.
And so I sat there trying to meditate, keep myself centered and not start down any side paths. It was really difficult, the pull of some of the possible futures was hard to resist. As I sat there I wondered if I had really done it this time, had I gone too far and would never come back.
“NO, NO, don’t think that way, there is a chemical in your system and when it clears this will be over. I sure hope so because I can’t do this for a lot longer”.
I was sitting on the bed so instead of trying to pull the covers from under me my girlfriend had wrapped up in the bedspread and lay there looking at me with a worried look on her face. I saw this but was too busy staying sane to do anything about it. After a while I realized she was snoring, “Good, if she’s asleep she won’t notice how long this takes because even with my time sense gone I’m pretty sure it’s going to take a while for this shit to clear my system.
“IT’S WEAKER” I could sense a lessening in the strength of whatever was trying to pull, drag me away from sanity.
I looked a mile across the bed, her eyes are open, “I think I’m getting better”. Then I tried to explain to her the sensations I’d been, and was still going through.
“Please, leave it until tomorrow; you’re not making any sense”.
Sometime later I heard her gentle snore and again felt a little less guilty for how the evening was turning out.
“Maybe I can meditate harder and stop it sooner. No, I’m putting all the energy I have into maintaining as it is. Oh well, I’ll just have to wait a little longer.”
As I finally got to the point where I felt I could function without breaking into a million pieces I looked at the girl beside me who was awake again, “Wouldn’t it be more comfortable if I got off the bed and we got under the covers?”
“Yea, that would be nice if you think you can make it.”
It took a while but I was able to stand, pull back the covers and then realize I still had my clothes on. I’m sure it was a comedy routine as I got my jeans off, my shirt over my head, and fell onto the bed pulling some kind of cover over me.
I was still high but by now I was so mentally worn out that I knew I had to sleep. I told myself I was safe now and could let the mental guardian rest. As I was about to fall asleep I looked again at the clock, it had been 4 1/2 hours since we had smoked the joint.

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