Imagination
Current mood:bored
Theres an ability, that we all share,
we've had it since birth so its always been there.
Its a gift from above, that not many use,
not in its best way, this way its abused.
Its the notion in you, that the mind creates matter
It can be fragile or robust i'd go for the latter
Your mind can manifest all of creation,
The only limit is your imagination
Your brain cannot tell if somethings real or not,
Close your eyes, try and feel it, your not losing the plot
Let your mind wander over all that you want
Let it just tick on over, make sure nothings forgot
Let it really run wild to your greatest creation,
Your not going mad, thats your imagination
You limit yourself when you dont pay attention,
To the thoughts that your mind brings, during times of frustration.
So lets do this know, lets make this your mission,
You'll watch what you think, to give yourself permission,
To moniter thoughts, to ensure all they'll bring, are happiness,
Joy and some beautiful things.
Your world can be litterally your creation, by using the basis of manifestation.
A clear mind a good heart, is one place to start,
Desire, expectation they both play a part.
In bringing you all of your favourite things, bringing you things that make your soul sing! - Imagination
Girl Friday
Saturday, April 23, 2011
Dadirri – Aboriginal way- listening to one another
Dadirri – Aboriginal way- listening to one another
By Miriam Rose Ungenmerr
Dadirri. A special quality. A unique gift of the Aborigina people, is inner deep listening and quiet still awareness. Dadirri recognises the deep spring that is inside us. It is something like what you call contemplation.
The contemplative way of Dadirri spreads over our whole life. It renews us and brings us peace. It makes us feel whole again. In our aboriginal way we learnt to listen from our earliest times. We could not live good and useful lives unless we listened.
We are not threatened by silence. We are completely at home in it. Our Aboriginal way has taught us to be still and wait. We do not try to hurry things up. We let them follow their natural course – like the seasons.
We watch the moon in each of its phases. We wait for the rain to fill our rivers and water the thirsty earth. When twilight comes we prepare for the night. At dawn we rise with the sun. We watch the bush foods and wait for them to open before we gather them. We wait for our young people as they grow; stage by stage, through their initiation ceremonies. When a relation dies, we wait for a long time with the sorrow. We own our grief and allow it to heal slowly. We wait for the right time for our ceremonies and meetings. The right people must be present. Careful preparations must be made. We don’t mind waiting because we want things to be done with care. Sometimes many hours must be spent painting the body before an important ceremony.
We don’t worry. We know that in time and in the spirit of Dadirri (that deep listening and quiet stillness) the way will be made clear.
We are like the tree standing in the middle of a bushfire sweeping through the timber. The leaves are scorched and the tough bark is scarred and burnt, but inside the tree the sap is still flowing and under the ground the roots are still strong. Like that tree we have endured the flames and we still have the power to be reborn.
Our people are used to the struggle and the long waiting. We still wait for the white people to understand us better. We ourselves have spent many years learning about the white man’s ways: we have learned to speak the white man’s language; we have listened to what he had to say. This learning and listening should go both ways. We would like people to take time and listen to us. We are hoping people will come closer. We keep longing for the things we have always hoped for, respect and understanding.
We know that our white brothers and sisters carry their own particular burdens. We believe that if they let us come to them, open their minds and to us we may lighten their burdens. There is a struggle for us but we have not lost our spirit of Dadirri.
There are deep springs within each of us, within this deep spring, which is the very spirit, is a sound. The sound of Deep calling to Deep. The time for rebirth is now. If our culture is alive and strong and respected it will grow. It will not die and our spirit will not die. I believe the spirit of Dadirri that we have to offer will blossom and grow, not just within ourselves but within all.
Edited version adapted from the writings of Miriam Rose Ungenmerr
By Miriam Rose Ungenmerr
Dadirri. A special quality. A unique gift of the Aborigina people, is inner deep listening and quiet still awareness. Dadirri recognises the deep spring that is inside us. It is something like what you call contemplation.
The contemplative way of Dadirri spreads over our whole life. It renews us and brings us peace. It makes us feel whole again. In our aboriginal way we learnt to listen from our earliest times. We could not live good and useful lives unless we listened.
We are not threatened by silence. We are completely at home in it. Our Aboriginal way has taught us to be still and wait. We do not try to hurry things up. We let them follow their natural course – like the seasons.
We watch the moon in each of its phases. We wait for the rain to fill our rivers and water the thirsty earth. When twilight comes we prepare for the night. At dawn we rise with the sun. We watch the bush foods and wait for them to open before we gather them. We wait for our young people as they grow; stage by stage, through their initiation ceremonies. When a relation dies, we wait for a long time with the sorrow. We own our grief and allow it to heal slowly. We wait for the right time for our ceremonies and meetings. The right people must be present. Careful preparations must be made. We don’t mind waiting because we want things to be done with care. Sometimes many hours must be spent painting the body before an important ceremony.
We don’t worry. We know that in time and in the spirit of Dadirri (that deep listening and quiet stillness) the way will be made clear.
We are like the tree standing in the middle of a bushfire sweeping through the timber. The leaves are scorched and the tough bark is scarred and burnt, but inside the tree the sap is still flowing and under the ground the roots are still strong. Like that tree we have endured the flames and we still have the power to be reborn.
Our people are used to the struggle and the long waiting. We still wait for the white people to understand us better. We ourselves have spent many years learning about the white man’s ways: we have learned to speak the white man’s language; we have listened to what he had to say. This learning and listening should go both ways. We would like people to take time and listen to us. We are hoping people will come closer. We keep longing for the things we have always hoped for, respect and understanding.
We know that our white brothers and sisters carry their own particular burdens. We believe that if they let us come to them, open their minds and to us we may lighten their burdens. There is a struggle for us but we have not lost our spirit of Dadirri.
There are deep springs within each of us, within this deep spring, which is the very spirit, is a sound. The sound of Deep calling to Deep. The time for rebirth is now. If our culture is alive and strong and respected it will grow. It will not die and our spirit will not die. I believe the spirit of Dadirri that we have to offer will blossom and grow, not just within ourselves but within all.
Edited version adapted from the writings of Miriam Rose Ungenmerr
Discovering things and not sharing them...
The greatest allergist known to the world lived 2,000 years before Christ. He was called Mithridates, a Greek king. When he was 10 years old, he discovered that taking tiny and increased doses of 2 poisons used to kill the kings, cicuta and arsenic which were put into the wine - he would become immune. I don't know how he discovered this. I know that his pleasure was always to have a wine taster that had to drink the wine. When the wine taster dropped dead, instantly killed by a sip, he would take the rest of the wine in the glass and he was considered by the people as having divine powers. He discovered that the poison itself created the defence against the poison. He took it in increasing doses and this is the principle of the vaccine.
When the antiophidic serum is made, which later on can save us from snakebites, increasing doses of poison are injected into a horse, until it can cope with a dose that would kill the horse if it were the first time dose. Blood is taken from this horse, the serum (the white part) is separated and the red part (from the globules) is discarded. The white part is the antiophidic serum. But the one who discovered all this was King Mithridates, 2000 years BC.
When the antiophidic serum is made, which later on can save us from snakebites, increasing doses of poison are injected into a horse, until it can cope with a dose that would kill the horse if it were the first time dose. Blood is taken from this horse, the serum (the white part) is separated and the red part (from the globules) is discarded. The white part is the antiophidic serum. But the one who discovered all this was King Mithridates, 2000 years BC.
Alexander Fleming and the discovery of antibiotic
Alexander Fleming and the discovery of antibiotic
He was a gardener's son who later became a Lord, thanks to the blessed almost drowning of Winston Churchill, who was 8 when he fell into a well. Alexander Fleming was 10 years old, and the son of Winston Churchill’s father's gardener when he saved Winston Churchill, by pulling him out of the well.
Lord Churchill called his father and said: “My son's life is priceless. Ask for anything and I will give it to you, if you want a house I will give you a house.” “I don't need a house, I was born here, my father was born here, my grandmother was the first one to work here. I need to be able to fulfil my son’s wish. I have four children, three will be labourers, they have no interests, but ever since Alexander was very small says he wants to be a doctor and researcher. I don't have the means at all to fulfil his wish.” Lord Churchill said: “Then he will be, if he has the ability. There will be no problem due to lack of money.” Alexander graduated in medicine and thanks to his humbleness he discovered penicillin.
Lord Churchill offered him any room in his mansion and Alexander said no. (Alexander himself gave this account at the Servidor do Estado Hospital, at Sacadura Cabral Street, in 1951.). “A place under the staircase is all I need. There is enough space there to set up a laboratory.” Luckily it was a very humid place. And while he was carrying out experiments with culture plates, a fungus that loves humidity, the penicilium notatum, destroyed one of those culture plates. As he was a researcher, instead of throwing the spoiled culture away, he wondered why that halo of destruction had appeared.. He found the fungus and discovered that this fungus discharged a substance, penicillin. So he started to use this antibiotic in horses at the Jockey Club in London, and in cows with some infectious disease at neighbouring farms.
One day the Royal Air Force Commander came to fetch him to apply penicillin to Winston Churchill who was dying in North Africa. Winston Churchill had gone there to give General Montgomery moral support because he was being defeated by Marshal Rommel, Hitler's desert fox. There he caught double pneumonia, there were no resources, and practically no hope for him.
Both Alexander Fleming and the Royal Air Force commander crossed over Europe on their own, passing over areas occupied by Germans, at high altitudes, and arrived in time to apply penicillin to Churchill. But then he said quite simply to the Royal Air Force commander: “But Churchill of all people will have to be the first human being to have a penicillin injection! What? Churchill, our Prime Minister?!” And the answer came: “It is all or nothing. His case is a hopeless one.” And in this was he saved Winston Churchill for the second time, the first was in the well, that resulted in him studying medicine
He was a gardener's son who later became a Lord, thanks to the blessed almost drowning of Winston Churchill, who was 8 when he fell into a well. Alexander Fleming was 10 years old, and the son of Winston Churchill’s father's gardener when he saved Winston Churchill, by pulling him out of the well.
Lord Churchill called his father and said: “My son's life is priceless. Ask for anything and I will give it to you, if you want a house I will give you a house.” “I don't need a house, I was born here, my father was born here, my grandmother was the first one to work here. I need to be able to fulfil my son’s wish. I have four children, three will be labourers, they have no interests, but ever since Alexander was very small says he wants to be a doctor and researcher. I don't have the means at all to fulfil his wish.” Lord Churchill said: “Then he will be, if he has the ability. There will be no problem due to lack of money.” Alexander graduated in medicine and thanks to his humbleness he discovered penicillin.
Lord Churchill offered him any room in his mansion and Alexander said no. (Alexander himself gave this account at the Servidor do Estado Hospital, at Sacadura Cabral Street, in 1951.). “A place under the staircase is all I need. There is enough space there to set up a laboratory.” Luckily it was a very humid place. And while he was carrying out experiments with culture plates, a fungus that loves humidity, the penicilium notatum, destroyed one of those culture plates. As he was a researcher, instead of throwing the spoiled culture away, he wondered why that halo of destruction had appeared.. He found the fungus and discovered that this fungus discharged a substance, penicillin. So he started to use this antibiotic in horses at the Jockey Club in London, and in cows with some infectious disease at neighbouring farms.
One day the Royal Air Force Commander came to fetch him to apply penicillin to Winston Churchill who was dying in North Africa. Winston Churchill had gone there to give General Montgomery moral support because he was being defeated by Marshal Rommel, Hitler's desert fox. There he caught double pneumonia, there were no resources, and practically no hope for him.
Both Alexander Fleming and the Royal Air Force commander crossed over Europe on their own, passing over areas occupied by Germans, at high altitudes, and arrived in time to apply penicillin to Churchill. But then he said quite simply to the Royal Air Force commander: “But Churchill of all people will have to be the first human being to have a penicillin injection! What? Churchill, our Prime Minister?!” And the answer came: “It is all or nothing. His case is a hopeless one.” And in this was he saved Winston Churchill for the second time, the first was in the well, that resulted in him studying medicine
Saturday, April 16, 2011
About nonsense
"I like nonsense, it wakes up the brain cells. Fantasy is a necessary ingredient in living, It's a way of looking at life through the wrong end of a telescope. Which is what I do, And that enables you to laugh at life's realities."
— Dr. Seuss
— Dr. Seuss
SOUL MATES
"People think a soul mate is your perfect fit, and that's what everyone wants. But a true soul mate is a mirror, the person who shows you everything that is holding you back, the person who brings you to your own attention so you can change your life.
A true soul mate is probably the most important person you'll ever meet, because they tear down your walls and smack you awake. But to live with a soul mate forever? Nah. Too painful. Soul mates, they come into your life just to reveal another layer of yourself to you, and then leave.
A soul mates purpose is to shake you up, tear apart your ego a little bit, show you your obstacles and addictions, break your heart open so new light can get in, make you so desperate and out of control that you have to transform your life, then introduce you to your spiritual master..."
— Elizabeth Gilbert
A true soul mate is probably the most important person you'll ever meet, because they tear down your walls and smack you awake. But to live with a soul mate forever? Nah. Too painful. Soul mates, they come into your life just to reveal another layer of yourself to you, and then leave.
A soul mates purpose is to shake you up, tear apart your ego a little bit, show you your obstacles and addictions, break your heart open so new light can get in, make you so desperate and out of control that you have to transform your life, then introduce you to your spiritual master..."
— Elizabeth Gilbert
Friday, April 15, 2011
Three small rules for living a happy life
Three small rules for living a happy life
Garden 1. Start each day with a grateful heart.
2. Focus on the positive aspects of every person you encounter.
3. End each day with a grateful heart.
- Lucy MacDonald
Garden 1. Start each day with a grateful heart.
2. Focus on the positive aspects of every person you encounter.
3. End each day with a grateful heart.
- Lucy MacDonald
Audrey Hepburn
"For Attractive lips, speak words of kindness.
For lovely eyes, seek out the good in people.
For a slim figure, share your food with the hungry.
For beautiful hair, let a child run their fingers through it once a day.
For poise, walk with the knowledge that you never walk alone.
People, more than things, have to be restored, renewed, revived, reclaimed, and redeemed. Remember, if you ever need a helping hand, you will find one at the end of each of your arms.
As you grow older, you will discover that you have two hands, one for helping yourself and the other for helping others."
— Audrey Hepburn
Too true
"Love is a fire. But whether it is going to warm your hearth or burn down your house, you can never tell."
— Joan Crawford
— Joan Crawford
What Women Should Know..........
"A WOMAN SHOULD HAVE ....
enough money within her control to move out
and rent a place of her own even if she never wants
to or needs to...
A WOMAN SHOULD HAVE ....
something perfect to wear if the employer or date of her
dreams wants to see her in an hour...
A WOMAN SHOULD HAVE ...
a youth she's content to leave behind....
A WOMAN SHOULD HAVE ....
a past juicy enough that she's looking forward to
retelling it in her old age....
A WOMAN SHOULD HAVE .....
a set of screwdrivers, a cordless drill, and a black
lace bra...
A WOMAN SHOULD HAVE ....
one friend who always makes her laugh... and one who
lets her cry...
A WOMAN SHOULD HAVE ....
a good piece of furniture not previously owned by anyone
else in her family...
A WOMAN SHOULD HAVE ....
eight matching plates, wine glasses with stems, and a
recipe for a meal that will make her guests feel honored...
A WOMAN SHOULD HAVE ....
a feeling of control over her destiny...
EVERY WOMAN SHOULD KNOW...
how to fall in love without losing herself..
EVERY WOMAN SHOULD KNOW...
HOW TO QUIT A JOB,
BREAK UP WITH A LOVER,
AND CONFRONT A FRIEND WITHOUT RUINING THE FRIENDSHIP...
EVERY WOMAN SHOULD KNOW...
when to try harder... and WHEN TO WALK AWAY...
EVERY WOMAN SHOULD KNOW...
that she can't change the length of her calves,
the width of her hips, or the nature of her parents..
EVERY WOMAN SHOULD KNOW...
that her childhood may not have been perfect...but it's over...
EVERY WOMAN SHOULD KNOW...
what she would and wouldn't do for love or more...
EVERY WOMAN SHOULD KNOW...
how to live alone... even if she doesn't like it...
EVERY WOMAN SHOULD KNOW...
whom she can trust,
whom she can't,
and why she shouldn't
take it personally...
EVERY WOMAN SHOULD KNOW...
where to go...
be it to her best friend's kitchen table...
or a charming inn in the woods...
when her soul needs soothing...
EVERY WOMAN SHOULD KNOW...
what she can and can't accomplish in a day...
a month...and a year..."
— Pamela Redmond Satran
enough money within her control to move out
and rent a place of her own even if she never wants
to or needs to...
A WOMAN SHOULD HAVE ....
something perfect to wear if the employer or date of her
dreams wants to see her in an hour...
A WOMAN SHOULD HAVE ...
a youth she's content to leave behind....
A WOMAN SHOULD HAVE ....
a past juicy enough that she's looking forward to
retelling it in her old age....
A WOMAN SHOULD HAVE .....
a set of screwdrivers, a cordless drill, and a black
lace bra...
A WOMAN SHOULD HAVE ....
one friend who always makes her laugh... and one who
lets her cry...
A WOMAN SHOULD HAVE ....
a good piece of furniture not previously owned by anyone
else in her family...
A WOMAN SHOULD HAVE ....
eight matching plates, wine glasses with stems, and a
recipe for a meal that will make her guests feel honored...
A WOMAN SHOULD HAVE ....
a feeling of control over her destiny...
EVERY WOMAN SHOULD KNOW...
how to fall in love without losing herself..
EVERY WOMAN SHOULD KNOW...
HOW TO QUIT A JOB,
BREAK UP WITH A LOVER,
AND CONFRONT A FRIEND WITHOUT RUINING THE FRIENDSHIP...
EVERY WOMAN SHOULD KNOW...
when to try harder... and WHEN TO WALK AWAY...
EVERY WOMAN SHOULD KNOW...
that she can't change the length of her calves,
the width of her hips, or the nature of her parents..
EVERY WOMAN SHOULD KNOW...
that her childhood may not have been perfect...but it's over...
EVERY WOMAN SHOULD KNOW...
what she would and wouldn't do for love or more...
EVERY WOMAN SHOULD KNOW...
how to live alone... even if she doesn't like it...
EVERY WOMAN SHOULD KNOW...
whom she can trust,
whom she can't,
and why she shouldn't
take it personally...
EVERY WOMAN SHOULD KNOW...
where to go...
be it to her best friend's kitchen table...
or a charming inn in the woods...
when her soul needs soothing...
EVERY WOMAN SHOULD KNOW...
what she can and can't accomplish in a day...
a month...and a year..."
— Pamela Redmond Satran
Tuesday, April 12, 2011
Monday, April 4, 2011
the 'success poem' (and its origins..)
"Success - He has achieved success who has lived well, laughed often, and loved much; who has enjoyed the trust of pure women, the respect of intelligent men and the love of little children; who has filled his niche and accomplished his task; who has left the world better than he found it whether by an improved poppy, a perfect poem, or a rescued soul; who has never lacked appreciation of Earth's beauty or failed to express it; who has always looked for the best in others and given them the best he had; whose life was an inspiration; whose memory a benediction." (Bessie A Stanley, 1904)
What is a maxim?
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Sunday, April 3, 2011
Just a little courage
“You don't develop courage by being happy in your relationships everyday. You develop it by surviving difficult times and challenging adversity.”
Epicurus
Good morning from Byron Bay
A man is but the product of his thoughts. What he thinks, he becomes.
- Mohandas K. Gandh
Saturday, April 2, 2011
Friday, April 1, 2011
Mazza Always an inspiration
"I'm selfish, impatient and a little insecure. I make mistakes, I am out of control and at times hard to handle. But if you can't handle me at my worst, then you sure as hell don't deserve me at my best."
— Marilyn Monroe
Love Hats
"Wearing a hat versus not wearing a hat is the difference between looking adequate and looking your best." - (Martha Sliter)
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