Wednesday, January 31, 2007

A world in motion . . .


By Kirsten Nour Namskau

She looked at her Master as he came in the door, dressed in riding-trousers of soft black leather, high-legged black boots in like as soft leather, black silk shirt with a small red scarf around his neck and the “brush-whip in his hand”.
He looked at her, tied her with his glance.
She couldn’t move. She felt the tingling in her body as she met his eyes. She knew this look . . .
She had just taken a long hot bath, scented with Jasmine. Surrounded the tub with Jasmine-scented candles and sedated herself with a glass sparkling champagne.
She had brushed her long, black, soft-curled hair and given a drop of “Love-potion no.1” perfume behind each ear. Carefully put on discrete make-up with only gloss on her lips.
She had covered her naked body with a Chinese-designed red silk-robe with a golden drake on the back, tied around the waist with a silk-band. Finally she had put on the cuffs.

She was tripping nervously with her small feet.
She went up to him and gave him a kiss on his cheek.
“You have had a bad day at work” she stated with comforting voice “ I can see it in your face.”
His eyes moved slowly from her face towards the door to the padded room. Their room. The secret room. The room furnished with a huge black leather chair, a huge pillow in soft, black, sued leather was on the floor beside the chair. On the other side of the chair was a small table with a tiny vase with one single red rose.
In the middle of the room was the special designed seat with a small table on wheels beside with all his tools. At the short-wall was the panel with strategic placed hooks.

She followed his glance and moved with grace towards the door and opened it. He went to the bar and made two drinks and passed her at the door to enter the room.
He handed her one of the drinks and sat down in the chair. She kneeled down beside him and placed herself on the pillow.
“Drink with greed,whore” he whispered between clenched teeth as he looked at her with peering eyes.
She took the drink in two gulps. She leaned her head on his leg.
He rose with a sudden as he at the same time took a fast hold around her wrist and drew her with him up. He pointed at the panel.
She went up to the panel and faced it as she at the same time let her robe fell to the floor. With rough moves he took her wrist and ankle-cuffs and hooked her to the panel. Arms and legs stretched out. He gagged her with a ball-gag.
He let his brush-whip glide slowly over her back, from her delicate little butt to her neck. Then he rapidly swung the whip though the air and let it fling over her back, her butt, her tights, over and over again.
Her head bobbed backwards and then forwards towards the panel at each beat, leaving a bruse at her forhead. The red lines that appeared on her back fast turned purple and small drops of blood trickled through her porcelain-colored skin.

He left her and went to the seat. The seat could be clapped together so it made a V-shape with the tip up. He went back and loosened her from the panel. She felt week in her legs and was about to fell when he lifted her up and carried her to the seat. He softly bent her over the seat so her legs reached the floor on the one side and her head on the other side. In this position her butt was on top. He fastened her cuffs again on the outer side of the seat. The leg-cuffs he fastened so that her feet were placed on small plates on a rail on each side of the bed. The lower part of the seat was narrower than the upper part, so when he now pushed the legs up, she came I a position as if she was crawling.
He placed electric poles to her vaginal lips. As the electric impulses flung through her, her body bobbed.
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As she woke up the next day, crouching up in his arms she whispered: “Thank you, my beloved master. It is always a pleasure to please you.”

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One year later . . . She came with in a Green-peace parade. “Save the whales”
It came to turmoil. The police tried to stop some violence between the participants of the parade and some bullies on the sideline. She was in a tough fight with a younger boy when the policeman took her arm and bends it behind her back to lead her to the police-car. As she tried to pull away from the grip of the policeman, she twisted her foot and fell to the ground with the result that her arm dislocated at her shoulder.
At the police-station she shouted out her anger about the violence of the police and claimed compensation for her sufferings.

“Is this the kind of world we offer our children” she shouted “A world full of violence ! !”

*******


So many ways of experience life
While one is called whore is another called wife.
.
So many ways of experience pleasure
What for me is torture, is for you a treasure.

Insulting is felt in so many ways
What for you is a title of honor is for me a word of disgrace.

Where is the limit and what is a lie
When the limit is reached is that when you die?

Where does the word “abuse” come in
Is that when you feel the ice you are walking, start to get thin?

Where will you go then, with your complain
When everyone you contact tell you, it’s all in vane

Both lawyer and doctor and friends give advice
They remind you, your choice and this is the price.

They will tell . . . you deserved it since you didn’t obey
And be happy it’s only the kidney they took away

The next time you were told you should feel honored
When they took half of your liver and called you a donor

When also half of your lung is gone
It is then you are told to try to be strong.

When your Master or Devil or Manager say:
“Remember I love you, that’s why we do it my way

”When your vagina is burned, so you are no more a woman
Don’t believe it’s finish, that was only an omen

When they take your back-skin to make you a pillow
Enjoy the softness as if you are in a meadow

Open your hands and with grace receive
The life as a zombie, in which you believe

You are all given “something”, only to “relax”
So you don’t “wake up” and take a prolapse

When your husband or master or devil has friends
With the lawyers, the doctors and members of the governments

Then he is given only two option of winning,
The price which is given in “Lotte-ringen”

Be sure, he always choose you to be the winner
The price of an illness, mutilation or being a billet

So many times I remember . . . the Bible will tell
“They will talk so beautiful . . . about the life in Hell”

What you call Paradise, I call Hell
What I call Paradise, is for you not at all well

So if we tomorrow shall make a new world and norm
Will it be your way or my way . . . or will we both be forlorn?

Because whoever be the ruler in the new world from now on
One will be in Paradise . . . the other in Armageddon

Tuesday, January 30, 2007

The difference. . .
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As the years pass by . . .

When I got born, in Norway right after the world war II, the world was still, after all a good world to live in.
We didn’t know about child abuse although we were told not to talk to strangers.
There were no medical traumas about doctors that mistakenly amputated wrong leg or stole organs for donations. In hospitals, the doctors did the best they could and if such “mistakes” was done, the doctor who was responsible lost his medical license.
Children never came to school with guns and started to shoot around.
Pornography was for grown ups and were held away from children.
Sexuality was also something that belonged to the adult life, and children were not in need of to know about sexuality before they reached their teens.

Children had their right to be children. They should play . . . They had the right to go to school and learn to read and write. Home-work should not take more than 2 hours max. After school and homework, they should be outside playing.

At school, we had subjects beside reading, writing, mathematic, science, natural science, biology, social studies, history, geography, art, music, languages, religion, also handy-craft, needle-work, house-hold and cooking, gymnastic and sport.
No one had private tutor at home. It was the teacher’s job to teach the student. Not the parents, not anybody else. If a teacher had more than 20% of the student below average, the teacher got fired.
The classes were holding in average 25 students.
We didn’t know about drugs . . . It was simply not on the marked at all.
The school was holding free medical and dentist care up to 21 years.

We had 100’s of different kinds of hop-scotch, ball-games, skipping-ropes and skipping elastic, seek ’n hide and “catch you”, we made tents of two blankets over a rope stretched between two trees. As a girl, we collected glossy pictures, Kleenex with beautiful decorations, played with paper-dolls as well as ordinary dolls. (And a lot of things I don’t know the English term of.)

In the school holidays we were sent to farms outside the city to put on weight and have a change of milieu.

The school provided breakfast, ordered by the government to be sure that all children at least got one proper meal during a day, since many still were poor after the war.
The breakfast contained; 1 tbsp fish-oil, which held all the vitamins a child needs, ½ liter milk, crisp-bread with cheese, coarse bread with cheese, jam, liver-pâté or caviar. At the end a fruit or raw vegetable to clean the teeth. You could eat as much as you could.

Slowly things started to change . . . The fish-oil disappeared, then it was only ¼ l milk, so the bread disappeared, then the crisp-bread.
So the farm holidays disappeared.

It started to become childish to play when you started school. Homework took more and more time as at the same time it seems as if the children learn less and less.
Subjects disappeared. The house-hold and cooking, needle-work, handy-crafts, religion, art and music were the subjects that disappeared first. Biology, science and natural science were put into one subject with fewer tasks in each to fit the schedule. History and geography was put together and called orientation- subject, again fewer tasks in each field.

Now, we can see that it became much more lessons for reading, writing, language and math.
But . . . The tests started to become easier and with all the extra time for the “important” lessons, it still seems that the students learn less and less, they have more and more learning-problems, more and more homework and the teachers takes it for granted that the parents teach the children at home and provide private tutors.
Today the rule is; if a teacher has 20% of the students above average, then she/he is a good teacher.
Today, computer-lesson is more important than to learn cooking or make you own clothes.
The students are provided with a smoking-corner in the playground . . . Because they don’t play any longer, they only hang around.
Lessons in sexuality starts in kindergarten and they start smoking and do drugs and have intercourse at the age of 12.

Today’s breakfast is bought from Mc. Donald’s with coke as drink and the schools have opened a kiosk for sweets.

This is what we call a positive development. This is what we claim is so much better than before.

I don’t know . . . I’m glad I am not a child today . . . And I am glad I do not have small children in today’s society.

Sunday, January 28, 2007

A girl like mom . . .




Manny was almost 29 years old, most of his friends were married and Manny just bounced from one relationship to the next.
Finally a friend asks him "What’s the matter are you looking for a perfect woman?" "Are you that particular?"
"Can’t you find anyone who suits you?"
"No," Manny replied. "I met a lot of nice girls, but as soon as I bring them home to meet my parents my mother doesn’t like them. So I keep on looking."
"Listen" his friend suggested "why don’t you find a girl who's just like your dear ole mother?"
Many weeks pasted before Manny and his friend met again. "So Manny, did you find the perfect woman yet, one just like your mother?"
Manny shrugged his shoulders "Yes, I found one just like my mom. My mom loved her, they became good friends."
"Excellent!" So are you engaged yet?

"I am afraid not, my father cant stand her!"

Saturday, January 27, 2007

Are you / or do you want
.
a strong woman ~
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Or a woman of strengh . . .
.

A strong woman works out everyday to keep her body in shape…
But a woman of strength builds relationships to keep her soul in shape.

A strong woman isn't afraid of anything…
But a woman of strength shows courage in the midst of fear.

A strong woman won't let anyone get the better of her…
But a woman of strength gives the best of herself to everyone

A strong woman makes mistakes and avoids the same in the future…
A woman of strength realises life's mistakes can also be unexpected blessings, and capitalises on them.

A strong woman walks sure footedly ...

But a woman of strength knows God will catch her when she falls...

A strong woman wears a look of confidence on her face…
But a woman of strength wears grace.

A strong woman has faith that she is strong enough for the journey…
But a woman of strength has faith that it is in the journey that she will become strong.

Friday, January 26, 2007

In emergency of good advice . . .



Dear Kirsten,


I've never written to you before, but I really need your advice on what could be a crucial decision.
I've suspected for some time now that my wife has been cheating on me. The usual signs...phone rings, but if I answer, the caller hangs up.
My wife has been going out with the girls a lot recently, although when I ask their names she always says, "Just some friends from work, you don't know them."
I sometimes stay awake to look out for her cab coming home, but she always comes walking up the drive as I hear the sound of a car leaving, around the corner, as if she has gotten out and walked the rest of the way. Why?
Maybe she wasn't in a taxi at all?I once picked up her cell phone, just to see what time it was.This caused her to go completely berserk. She quickly snatched the phone out of my hand and cursed me hysterically, screaming that I should never touch her personal property, then accused me of trying to spy on her.
Anyway, I have never broached the subject with my wife. I think deep down I just didn't want to know the truth, but last night she went out again and I decided to really check on her.
I decided I was going to park my Harley Davidson Lowrider next to the garage and then hide behind it so I could get a good view of the street around the corner when she came home.
It was at that moment, crouching behind my motorcycle that I noticed a small amount of motor oil leaking through the gasket between the rear head and rocker arm cover.
So... is this something I can easily repair myself or do you think I should take it back to the dealer

Regards
H. M.
.
.

(What do you think? Should he take it back to the dealer?)

Thursday, January 25, 2007

This is the only day in history
named Thursday 25. January 2007
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(click on the card if it doesn't show.)
What will you fill this historical day with?
.
I got this in my mail . . .
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MARK YOUR CALENDARS FOR THIS SATURDAY.
DO YOUR PART!
AS YOU MAY ALREADY KNOW, IT IS A SIN FOR A TALIBAN MALE TO SEE ANY WOMAN OTHER THAN HIS WIFE NAKED, AND THAT HE MUST COMMIT SUICIDE IF HE DOES.
SO THIS SATURDAY 27.January 2007 AT 4 P.M. EASTERN TIME ALL AMERICAN WOMEN ARE ASKED TO WALK OUT OF THEIR HOUSE COMPLETELY NAKED TO HELP WEED OUT ANY NEIGHBORHOOD TERRORISTS.
CIRCLING YOUR BLOCK FOR ONE HOUR IS RECOMMENDED. FOR THIS ANTI-TERRORIST EFFORT.
ALL MEN ARE TO POSITION THEMSELVES IN LAWN CHAIRS IN FRONT OF THEIR HOUSE TO PROVE THEY ARE NOT TALIBAN, AND TO DEMONSTRATE THEY THINK IT'S OKAY TO SEE NUDE WOMEN OTHER THAN THEIR WIFE AND TO SHOW SUPPORT FOR ALL AMERICAN WOMEN.
SINCE THE TALIBAN ALSO DOES NOT APPROVE OF ALCOHOL, A COLD 6-PACK AT YOUR SIDE IS FURTHER PROOF OF YOUR ANTI-TALIBAN SENTIMENT.
THE AMERICAN GOVERNMENT APPRECIATES YOUR EFFORTS TO ROOT OUT TERRORISTS AND APPLAUDS YOUR PARTICIPATION IN THIS ANTI-TERRORIST ACTIVITY.
GOD BLESS AMERICA.

Wednesday, January 24, 2007

When Grandma learns to e-mail . . .



Dear Kids,

I am very happy in the new residence you have put me in. This week we actually got to go outside for an hour.
I haven't been feeling very good this week - the friend I shared a room with died yesterday.
I am coping pretty well with my sorrows. It's been six months since you've visited me last, so I guess you're all pretty busy.
It's OK, I've learned to use the Internet to pass the time.
And the computer in the rec room has a pretty decent web cam.
So you can remember what I look like, I have attached a recent picture of myself.
You all take care now, and write to me soon.
With all of my heart.
Love,
Grandma



Tuesday, January 23, 2007

Want to see what I'm doing
in front of the mirror? . . .



Don't laugh . . . I have only one in the audience and that is me !!

But now . . . Also you are in the audience.


http://www.dancesisterdance.com/myvid/index.php?v=9bde290da37f4

(Use the bell on the side of the door to change my hairstyle)

Monday, January 22, 2007

To judge the book after its cover . . .


Can you judge someone from looking at them?


BY LOOKING AT A PICTURE OF A PERSON, YOU HAVE TO DECIDE IF HE IS A COMPUTER GEEK OR A SERIAL KILLER.

GO WITH YOUR GUT FEELING AND CLICK ON YOUR CHOICE.THERE ARE 10 PHOTOS. YOUR SCORE WILL BE GIVEN AT THE END.

http://www.malevole.com/mv/misc/killerquiz

Sunday, January 21, 2007

The humans trust & ignorance/
the authorities indifference . . .
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We are the world . . .


It is we, the ordinary people who are the world. It is we who have to react on what is going on in front of our faces if we want a better world.
To show ignorance and indifference towards the authorities and the crime going on in the world is to give them space and free hands to continue.
The biggest problem is; that usually one is not heard or believed, if one tell something out of frame.
The same is in the case with the kidnapping of Shawn Hornbeck. Would the police have believed him, if he, when he came to report his bike stolen also told that he was kidnapped? NO . . . Is the fault with him? NO. . .
If he had told the neighbors, (that though he was the son of Mr. Devlin,) that he actually was kidnapped . . . Would they have believed him? NO . . .
His parents made a web-site in the hope to find their son. Did they investigate all the hints of that “maybe this is your son, because they look alike”. NO . . . It is no such thing as “RANT” in these kind of cases ! ! !
If we want a better world, we have to start listen, open our eyes, act and react and believe what people try to tell us, even if it is out of frame.

Let us start now . . . .
Let us make a better world to live in.


The report below is taken from FOXNews, 20.January 2007

VANCOUVER — Marnie Frey called her parents for the last time on her 24th birthday. Lynn, her stepmother, answered the phone to hear Marnie giggling, wheedling for some birthday cash. Mrs Frey was reluctant, knowing that it would be spent to feed her heroin habit.
She told her daughter that a parcel was on its way, with clothes, food and toiletries, things low down on her daughter's shopping list for life on the mean streets of the Downtown Eastside, Vancouver. The thank-you call never came.
Rick and Lynn Frey would not learn what had become of their daughter until after a frantic search that lasted five years. Her remains were unearthed on a pig farm in Port Coquitlam, on the outskirts of Vancouver. The farm belonged to Robert Pickton, known as "Uncle Willie," a pig farmer well-known for the parties that he threw for prostitutes and bikers at his quasi- legal drinking club, the Piggy Palace.
Investigators dug up the remains of one woman after another, from body parts to minute traces of DNA, until the count came to 30. Four could not be identified. The other 26 were among the names of 67 women who had disappeared from the Downtown Eastside streets. On Monday Mr Pickton goes on trial for six murders, the only cases in which body parts survive.

Few of the details of the evidence have been made public in Canada, where strict publication bans have muffled preliminary hearings.
But what has come to light is grim enough: butchered body parts discovered in a freezer; a woodchipper, confiscated by police, where the women's bodies were believed to have been disposed of; and the public health warning that the pigs believed to have been fed on human remains were then slaughtered and put into the human food chain — along with, perhaps, human meat itself.

At jury selection, the judge warned potential jurors that what they would hear would be "like a horror movie". But this time, he told them, they would not be able to switch it off.

Continue reading on you own risk . . .

http://www.foxnews.com/story/0,2933,245118,00.html

Saturday, January 20, 2007

A jigsaw in a dangerous game . . .




From Deathdealer’s blog




Liten Brikke i Farlig Spill!
20 December kl. 08:00


Zahid er nervøs. Han har sett noe han overhodet ikke burde ha sett. Og skjønt hvordan mange uavhengige aktører kan danne et nett av tilsynelatende intetanende brikker i et rått maktspill. Zahid har nylig oppdaget at han selv er en av de såkalt uvitende små brikkene, som gjør som de blir bedt, stiller få spørsmål og får mange ganger så godt betalt som jobben egentlig er verdt. Han tør ikke betro seg til Julie. Han vil ikke utsette henne for fare. Men hva skal han selv gjøre? Holde kjeft og late som ingenting - eller ta kontakt med Politiets sikkerhetstjeneste (PST)? Kan han stole på at de vil hjelpe og beskytte ham og hans familie? Kan han stole på at de i det hele tatt vil ta ham alvorlig, hvis han legger alle kortene på bordet? Zahid er slett ikke overbevist. Hvem vil tro ham, når han sier at han tar inn helt bestemte biler etter bestilling, som han gjør konkrete endringer på, før han lar dem videresende til avtalte land i Øst-Europa. Zahid har etter hvert skjønt at disse endringene gjøres for at bilen skal kunne skjule eksplosiver og giftig materiale, uten å bli oppdaget i en vanlig rutinekontroll. Enn videre skal bilen kunne brukes som mordvåpen i seg selv. For eksempel ved å tilrettelegge for infisering med gifter - slik som anthrax og ricin - som inhaleres eller tas opp gjennom huden ved kontakt over tid. Zahid tenker på den tidligere sovjetiske storspionen som nylig døde i London, etter å ha blitt forgiftet av et radioaktivt materiale. Han skjønner ikke hvorfor etterforskningen utelukkende er konsentrert rundt de restaurantene spionen besøkte dagene før han ble syk. Hva med å undersøke rattet på bilen hans? Zahid har nesten overbevist seg selv om at han bør ta kontakt med politiet. Han skal bare ta en telefon til Julie først. Nummeret utløser den fjernstyrte bomben som noen har plantet i telefonapparatet. Den påfølgende eksplosjonen er så kraftig at hele kontorbygningen blir lagt i ruiner med et kjempesmell, som gir gjenlyd over hele byen.

Free translation below . . .


A Jigsaw in a Dangerous game!

Zahid is nervous. He has discovered something that was not meant for his eyes. And understood how many independent people can make a web of apparently innocent jigsaws in a bigger scale of brutal power. Zahid did recently discover that he himself is one of those small innocent jigsaws, who do as they are told, without asking questions and often get well paid as he deserve. He doesn’t dear to tell Julie. He doesn’t want to risk her to come in danger. What can he do? Shut up and act as if nothing is wrong ~ or shall he contact The Security Police? (TSP) Can he trust them in that they will help him and protect him and his family? Will they believe him at all if he gives them all details? Zahid is definitely not sure. Who will believe him, when he tell that he take in special cars after order, and do special changes on them, before he send them further on to appointed countries in east-Europe. Zahid has by time understood that these changes were ordered to cover explosives and poisoning materials, without being discovered in a routine control.
As well should the car be ready to be used as a weapon in itself. Per example to entangle the car with poisons – like anthrax or ricin. which can be inhaled or picked up by the skin with regular contact. Zahid is thinking about the late Russian spy who recently died in London, by poisoned with radioactive material. He doesn’t understand why the research is only concentrated on the restaurants the spy has visited his last days. What about to check the steering-wheel in his car? Zahid is almost convinced that he has to contact the police. He only wants to contact Julie first. He dials her number . . . The number release a remote controlled bomb someone has placed in the telephone. The explosion is so strong so the whole building blows up, and gives an echo over the whole city.

Friday, January 19, 2007

A heart of golden . . .


From Deathdealer’s blog



Et Hjerte av Gull!
17 December kl. 08:00

Hjertet mitt er sykt. Dødssykt. Jeg har ikke lenge igjen å leve. Hvis jeg ikke kan få et nytt hjerte. Et donorhjerte. Men hvem har et hjerte å gi bort? Har du? Jeg for min del har ikke tid til å vente på at du eller noen andre med et noenlunde brukbart hjerte skal sovne stille inn. Jeg trenger et nå. Helst i dag. Men jeg vet heldigvis råd. Jeg har kontaktet Organjegeren. Han er faktisk ikke så dyr. Selv om han er uhyre effektiv og meget diskret. Diskresjon er uhyre viktig i slike saker. Det må ikke fremstå som en målrettet jakt. Bare et hendelig uhell eller ulykke med tragisk utfall. Ikke så tragisk at de indre organene blir skadet, men såpass at utfallet blir dødelig for donor. Jeg har bedt om at det må skje på en skånsom måte. Jeg liker ikke langvarig lidelse og pinefull smerte. Helst skal ikke donor skjønne noe som helst før det hele er overstått for hans del. Ikke hvem som helst kan brukes. Organjegeren konsentrerer seg om dem som har registrert seg i Donorregisteret. Slik at det ikke skal bli vanskeligheter med de pårørendes samtykke i ettertid. Organjegeren har lovet meg et hjerte innen i morgen tidlig. Senest. Jeg gleder meg allerede. Kanskje blir det ditt?

Free translation below . . .


A Heart of Golden!

My heart is ill. Very ill. I don’t have long time left to live. Unless I can get a new heart. A donated heart. But who has a heart to give away?

Do you. . .?
On my side, I don’t have time to wait until you or someone else with a decent heart only drift peacefully towards the pearl-gate. I need a heart now. Preferable today. Fortunately I have an advice. I have contacted the organ hunter. It was not that expensive after all. Although he is extremely effective and discrete. Discretion is very important in these cases. It must not be noticed as an accurate organ hunt. It has to be notices as a handy accident or a tragic ending . . . Not that tragic so the organs get demolished, only enough to let the donor die.
I have told him to do it in a humane way. I don’t like long and painful death-processes. Preferable, the donor should not understand what is going on at all.
Not whoever can be used. The organ hunter concentrates on those who is registered at the donor-depot, in order to eliminate problems with the family afterwards. The organ hunter has promised to have a new heart for me by tomorrow morning. I am excited. Wonder who’s heart I will get . . . Maybe it is yours???


I must add here that he is not talking about himself. This is his way of trying to open people's eyes of what is going on in front of their nose. This is what happens all over the world, also in America, Australia, Asia, Europe, Latin Amaerica, Africa . . . Even if you didn't know about it from before, even if you don't believe it . . .

Thursday, January 18, 2007

Organ-hunters on the road - Watch out!




From Deathdealer’s blog

http://blogg.sol.no/deathdealer


Organjeger på Jakt - Vær på Vakt!
13 January kl. 08:00

Jeg holdt nesten på å bli lurt. Men bare nesten. Jeg kom til trikkeholdeplassen - for å ta trikken - men der var ingen trikk. Derimot stod det en stor sort kassebil der. En svartmusket mann, med stikkende øyne, sleskt flir og fett hår, ba meg gå inn i kassebilen. "Erstatning for trikken", påstod han. Og tok meg i armen, tilsynelatende for å hjelpe meg opp stigtrinnet. Jeg tittet inn i kassebilen. Der satt det allerede to intetanende kvinner og smilte blekt. Plutselig skjønte jeg hva som var i ferd med å skje. "Slipp meg", sa jeg. "Du lurer ikke meg. Dessuten lider jeg av hjertefeil, lungeemfysem, skrumplever og fremskreden nyresvikt". Organjegeren så skulende på meg, smilte ondt og slapp armen min. "Stikk", hveste han mellom sammenbitte tenner. Jeg nølte ikke et sekund, men løp bort fra stedet det forteste jeg hadde lært og så meg ikke tilbake før jeg var trygt hjemme igjen. Omsider kunne jeg puste lettet ut. Som sagt, jeg holdt nesten på å bli lurt. Men bare nesten.

Free translation below . . .


Organ-hunters on the road – Watch out!

I was almost trapped. But only almost. I came to the tram-stop ~ to take the tram ~ but there was no tram. On the other hand there was a big black van. A dark-haired man with a piercing glance in his eyes, funny smile and glossy hair told me to enter the van.
“It’s a replace for the tram” He said.
He took my arm to help me inside. I looked inside . . . There were already two innocent women, smiling faintly to me.
Suddenly I understood what was about to happen.
“Let me go” I said “ You can’t trick me. By the way I have a weak heart, pleurisy, and a heavy kidney failure.”
The organ hunter looked at me with a scowling glance, gave me a malicious smile as he dropped my arm and said between clenched teeth: “Run.”
He didn’t have to tell me twice. I run away as fast as I could and didn’t look back before I was safe in my own home. Finally I dared to breathe again.
As I said . . . They almost got me . . .

Almost.

Wednesday, January 17, 2007

Free speech and democracy . . .


In Norway, this means: “you can say what you want, as long as you shut up!”


It is by no coincidence that a blogger in Norway has got a reprimand by the administrator of the site he is blogging at. (A Norwegian site.)
Unfortunately, he is blogging in the Norwegian language, but I have got his accept to translate some of his posts and put it in my site.
This is one of those things I have noticed after the release of my book. People start to dear to talk.
In his blog he tells his opinion in small short-stories, which also make them entertaining.
I will from time to time translate some of his posts.




Deathdealer’s blog

http://blogg.sol.no/deathdealer



Pålagt Sensur!
10 January kl. 15:02


Hipp hurra! Jeg er blitt kontaktet av Blogg-administrasjonen. Merkelig nok ikke for å bli tilbudt en høyst anstendig årslønn for å blogge fast på SOL-siden - vi mest trofaste og hyppig leste bloggere må jo trekke en mengde lesere til sidene deres - men derimot med et skarpt pålegg om å fjerne et innlegg. Kritikk av Regjerningens asylpolitikk kan oppfattes som rasistisk! Nå har jeg lest det også. Administrator kan umulig ha skjønt ironien. Ellers så må vedkommende ha fått seg en skrape av sjefen sin for å ha vært for slapp i jobben sin. Vist unnfallenhet og dårlig skjønn i forhold til det som skal siles gjennom eller rettere sagt all den uinteressante dritten som er blitt sluppet gjennom, uten filter. Men det hjelper ikke med skippertaksmetoden i denne businessen, vennen min! Så heretter skal jeg konsentrere meg mer om hvem som har pult med hvem. Pirrende detaljer ved ulike samleistillinger, stønn og grynt! Det kan jo bli noen fuktige lesere av det også!

Free translation below . . .


Ordered cencor.

Hurray ! I have been contacted by the Blog-administration . Strange enough, not to be offered an decent payment for regular blogging at Sol-blog.
We regular and most read blog-writers I think, is those who bring the readers and users to their site. No, not an offer like that, more correct is to say that I got a sharp reprimand to delete a post.
A post containing critic of the governments refugee-politic could be understood as racism, I was told ! Now, that was a new one for me!!! The administrator of the site “Sol” could impossible have understood the irony in my post. Or maybe he has got a correction from his boss to be stricter with what is written in the bloggs around.
It is by no surprise most of the bloggs is pure “baby-shit” or raw porno.
If that is the only accepted contains of a blog, I can also start a pure pornographic blog, talking about who has fucked with whom, exciting details about different sexual positions, moan and groan! I assume I will get some wet readers with those kinds of posts too.



I have also noticed that another post than the above mentioned is removed from his blog.
A post where he slightly indicate the fact that it is human meat for sale on the marked. (It was one sentence in a broader story.)

That is not a secret in Norway. Everybody knows that fact, that it is sold human meat at most places on earth.
Even my own family buys ½ whole animal, in order to be sure it is an animal they eat and make the mince themselves.
Even here in Egypt, I have taken that habit with me and make my own mince and meat-cut for sandwiches. (Although here, I buy the meat at the butcher and can see the whole animal and point out the piece I want.)


It must have been a serious threat, since he decided to remove the post. Believe me . . .!

Concerning cannibalism . . . Check out this website:

http://www.trosch.org/lif/cannibalism.html

Tuesday, January 16, 2007

What is the truth? . . .


What does happen when we die?
Do we really disappear . . . . Or do we continue in another level, dimension or condition?
Which life is then the real life?

Is that the meaning of being omnipresent . . . To live several lives at the same time, in different dimensions?
If it's nothing more after this life . . . What is then a ghosts?


Take a look at this picture . . . Can you see the ghost?

What is a ghost? . . .


Does incubuses (male) and succubuses (Female) exist? (People who can make themselves invisibile?)

If so . . .
Have we then got the answer on . . .

~ How Virgin Mary got pregnant?

~ The reality of what a so called "guardian Angle" is?

~ How "Jesus" could die and then resurrect?







Monday, January 15, 2007

Eternal life . . .

For century, people have prayed for eternal life. What do they actually mean??
Do they feel that the life here on earth is sooo good, so they want to live for ever??


Or do they mean something else . . . per example:
Do they mean to be constant reincarnated into a new life, after death?

Or do they mean to continue an eternal life after death, in the spiritual world?

What if you ended up in “Hell” after death . . . Do you still want an eternal life??

If one get reincarnated . . . can one get reincarnated into something else than a human?? Per.ex. : Can one get reincarnated into an animal??

If you get reincarnated as an animal . . . Do you still want an eternal life as that animal??

If you get reincarnated as something else than a human . . . Do you believe you can choose by yourself, what you get reincarnated into??


Sunday, January 14, 2007

What Emotional IQ do you have?


Your EQ is 147



50 or less: Thanks for answering honestly. Now get yourself a shrink, quick!

51-70: When it comes to understanding human emotions, you'd have better luck understanding Chinese.

71-90: You've got more emotional intelligence than the average frat boy. Barely.

91-110: You're average. It's easy to predict how you'll react to things. But anyone could have guessed that.

111-130: You usually have it going on emotionally, but roadblocks tend to land you on your butt.

131-150: You are remarkable when it comes to relating with others. Only the biggest losers get under your skin.

150+: Two possibilities - you've either out "Dr. Phil-ed" Dr. Phil... or you're a dirty liar.

Saturday, January 13, 2007


The value of ~ 0 ~

Is it the same as white. . .

Nothing???

I am ~ 0 ~

The smallest and the biggest. Whatever number you make, I can make it smaller by adding an ~ .0 ~ in the beginning, or bigger by adding an ~ 0 ~ at the end.

If you are standing at point ~ 0 ~ and take 5 step forwards; 0 -1-2-3-4-5
Now, you are at step 5 . . . Go so 5 step backwards, starting at step 5-4-3-2-1
Are you at the same place as when you started?
NO ! ! !
To come to the same place as when you started, you have to take the ~ 0 ~ step.
In other words. . . ~ 0 ~ is the most important number in the line of numbers and has both the biggest and smallest value.

~ 0 ~ is the Quantum – number between ~ .01 and 10 ~

The Quantum Theory is “the amount, power or energy “ you can not “measure, see or weight” but can be noticed in “value / quality, strength or emotion
Per example: The wind / storm, the heat from the sun, the cero amount, a glance (of love or hate) . . .
You can not see it, count it or touch it . . . (meaning that it doesn’t exist) but has an enormous "value, power and effect/outcome."


That is me . . .



They said that I was nothing . . . I had no value . . . No one would listen to me, any way . . . worthless without any chance to harm them, the “real power”.
I answered: “ If you don’t leave me alone and in peace from now on. I will shout out the truth so loud, so the whole world will hear me at the same time. And I will not stop before I have torn off the face of Norway, so the worms underneath are exposed.”
They were laughing . . . . They didn’t believe me. . . They didn’t leave me in peace. They continued and continued to interfere in my life.

Suddenly, their laughter stopped . . . now, they don’t laugh any more. . . .

Now my book is sold all over the world at the same time . . . It will be translated to other languages and my next book is on it’s way.

I am waiting for their next move . . . I have told them what will happen if. . . Do they believe me . . . ?
It is amazing how things changes when the fears disappear. . .

Friday, January 12, 2007

What do these words have in common? . . .
.


Voodoo
banana
grammar
dresser
revive
uneven
potato
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I will give you the answer at the end of this day...in the comment-box

Thursday, January 11, 2007

I've become so heavy to talk with . . .
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By Kirsten Nour Namskau



I have now worked inside health-care for the last 8 years, since this is one of my main educations beside as a teacher.
It is by no coincidence that loosing weight is one of the main issues these days.
What annoys me in the usually slimming-diets, is that they are too one-sided although it holds about 1250 / 1500 calories. That result in that you always feel hungry, have cravings and after the diet is over . . . you put the kilos on again.
It is a trick with dieting if you shall succeed.

- 1) You have to give the body time to adjust and the brain to get the message that something is changing in your menu. So every-day diet is not advisable and only stresses the body.

- 2) Train yourself to go to toilet ca 2 hour after meal. The digesting-time the body need to take out the nourishment in the food, is about 2-3 hours. But so long as the food is in the bowels, the body continue to take out what is in the food, also poison and chemicals.

- 3) If the diet is too unilateral, your body will come in misbalance of certain kind of nourishments and you will start to have cravings.

- 4) If you are vegetarian, you can change the meat with kidney-beans or tofu, which holds a good amount of proteins. Fish can be substituted with seaweed, but it does not hold the same amount of omega-oils which is important for your joints. But it contains Vitamin A and D + iodine.

- 5) If my client eat fish, the age and general health guide me in what kind of fish he/she shall eat. If you are young, healthy and your over-weight is because of over-eating . . . then your fish is Tuna or white fish. But if you are 45 or above, your fish is Tuna or red fish. (Because red fish, (Salmon and trout) holds more omega-oils which prevent arthritis..)

- 6) Usually several kilos are water only. So go to the pharmacy and buy herbal tea which releases the water from the body. Or mix the herbal tea yourself.
- 7) How fast you reduce your weight is depending on the reason for why you are “fat”. Is it because of over-eating, hormonal misbalance, illness, menopause or wrong nourishment? (Wrong combination of food.)

When I have a client for slimming, the program contains; beside a diet . . . twice a week we take the measurements and the weight, (write it down, so you can see black on white how you change inches more than loosing weight) they get a cellulite massage with a special “cellulite”-cream which makes the fat-depose softer, so it’s easier for the body to bring it out of the system. But take knowledge of that cellulite and fat are two different things. Cellulite is connected to the female hormone and can not be removed. (Men do not have cellulite.)

When you want to smoothen the cellulite-deposit so they are not so lumpy and visible it is called “toning” of the body. Then you are loosing inches, but not weight.
I also give them a program with an electrical device which send electrical impulses into the most stubborn areas to liquidise the fat, so it is easier for the body to bring it out of the system or replace it more harmonic in the body,
The success of the program is always depending on the client and how serious he/she is.
Exercise always help.
The diet I give my clients, is a 3-days diet ~ 4-days normal eating (Using the same diet and system every week.) I have used this diet myself too, since I gained some weight during menopause. I lost 15 kg during 6 weeks. That was my aim. Now I have my comfort weight.
If you use my diet as I give it to you . . . don’t take anything away from it and don’t add anything to it . . . It works, even without massage.


Wednesday, January 10, 2007

The beautiful human . . . (part 2)


By Kirsten Nour Namskau


I’ve put on weight; I’ve become so heavy to talk with.

I know what you will say . . . this diet is the lousiest diet you ever seen.
But I will tell you something:

This diet is not particular to loose weight, but to detoxify your body and most of the agents in the nourishments work in the way that they purify the blood and clean the bowels by the fibers in the food.

Your brain needs sugar and you bowels need fat.
If your brain doesn’t get sugar, you will have problems with concentration, dizziness and headache.
If you drop all kind of fat in your diet, your bowels will go crusty, they may burst and you take bleeding ulcer.

What is important in this diet; is not only what you eat pr. day, but the combination of ingredients that you eat.

If you are a calorie-freak . . . . This diet holds only 600 calories pr. day including peanut-butter and ice-cream.

This is how the diet works in your body . . . . :

- Peanut-butter regulates the blood-sugar and insulin in the blood. (People with diabetes, should eat more peanuts, fresh, shopped in the salad or in the food.)

- Beet-root (Beets) helps the body to renew the red blood-cells. (Very good for women and anemic people as well as children and people with blood-diseases.) Note; the first time you pee after eating beet-root, the pee is blood-red.

- string-beans helps the body to renew the white blood-plasma and purify the lymphatic system. It holds fibers and vitamin C.

-Apple holds fibers which help to clean out the stool from the bowels + vitamin C

- Banana helps to settle an upset stomach + vitamin C and B

- Grape-fruit contains an acid named chi-nine which helps the body to replace / remove the fat-depots in the body by making the fat-cells burst into smaller bobbles. (One glass of juice or ½ fruit pr. day. Don’t overdo it because then it is like poison in the body. Like salt . . . little is healthy, too much is so dangerous that you can die of it.)

- Cheese holds amino-acid and calcium which is important for teeth, bones and nails.

- Broccoli holds a high level of calcium, iron, phosphor and vitamin C.

- Carrot holds vitamin A which is important for the eyes, carotene which bring the body to absorb the vitamin A + phosphor and calcium. (The more red the carrot is, the better.)

- Cauliflower contains chemicals that helps healing both gastric and duodenal ulcers / or prevent it from appear.

- Cantaloupe (Watermelon) contain a huge amount of glutathione and lycopene which boast you immune-system, Vitamin C, potassium and SPF-agents which is good for your skin.

- Tuna holds omega oils which is good for your joints and actually can prevent arthritis.

- Eggs holds protein and a kind of amino-acid the body can not develop by itself and therefore have to be added through the food.

-Ice-cream holds beside calcium, protein, vitamin A, D, E, K and amino-acid also the bacteria-flora which your body needs to digest the food. (Alternate you can take yoghurt.)
(But ice-cream was also meant to be a compliment at the end of the day for those who have a “sweet tooth.”)

When it comes to meat . . . it’s an idea to use meat which holds fewer calories in itself than what the body needs to digest it. (Chicken, veal or white meat of turkey.) But other kind of meat is also important since it holds proteins the body need, (Hot dogs, mince etc.)
Vegetarians can use kidney-beans instead of meat.

When it comes to fish, it’s important that the body gets a certain amount of omega-oil. This you will find in Tuna and fish with red meat. Fish with white meat is counted as non-fat fish. But a certain amount of omega-oil is a must for you body. (Tuna is the cheapest one)
Vegetarians can use seaweed instead, but will come in lack of omega-oils which may affect the joints.

When it comes to fat . . . it is two kinds, saturated and non-saturated. The fat which makes you “fat” is the kind of fat your body creates by itself by over-eating and high intake of carbohydrates.
Some oils have even a laxative effect, like fish-oils and peanut-oil. (If you have problem getting the stool out of the body you can take one tablespoon salmon-oil, which you can buy at the pharmacy.)

NOTICE: You can drink so much as you want . . . Full-cream milk, juice, water, tea, coffee . . .
(It’s the vitamin A,D,E,and K in the cream of the milk you need. Skimmed milk does not hold these vitamins or in less degree.)

So when your body is free from toxin, it works better with the food you eat and you automatically start to loose weight.
In the beginning you maybe will notice that you loose cm / inches but not weight. That is because some of the fat gets replaced in the body in a more harmonic way.

Each and one of us should go for the comfort-weight, not the static ideal-weight. It’s you who should feel comfortable in your body . . . not your neighbor.

This diet, you shall use only 3 days pr. week. The other 4 days, you shall eat normal whatever you want . . . . only don’t overdo it. Remember that you want to loose weight, and it’s you who have to be serious about it . . . I only help you on your way.
You will not loose faster or more if you use the diet every day . . . . that is to overdo the diet and is not healthy because of the low calorie - counting in the diet.

Train yourself to go to toilet ca. 2 hour after meal. Even if you don’t need . . . sit until it comes 2-3 drops of pee at least. This is to give the message to the brain that this is going to become a habit. After some time, you will realize that you need to go to toilet after 2-3 hours without thinking about it. Your brain has in other words started to give the message around in the body that the food-residue shall out of the system.
In other words: “Listen to the voice of your body.” Unfortunately, we have the habit to suppress the body-signals.

Exercise always improve the result, at least . . . try to go for a ½ hour walk every day outside home. (Not jogging in circle around the living-room, not even a tread-mill. The nature is the best equipment because it’s not level.)

http://www.humour.com/videos.asp?num=3201

Tuesday, January 09, 2007

The beautiful human . . . (part 1)



By Kirsten Nour Namskau



3 days Diet: (loose up to 4,5 kg in 3 days.)

Day 1.

Br.fast: ½ grapefruit
1 toast with 2tbsp. peanut-butter
coffee or tea

Lunch: ½ cup tuna or “white” fish
2 toasts
coffee or tea

Dinner: 2 slices of meat (ca. 75 gram each. boiled, fried or grilled)
1 cup string-beans
1 cup beat-root (fresh, boiled or pickled.)
1 apple
1 cup vanilla ice-cream or fruit-yoghurt


Day 2:

Br.fast: 1 egg (hard-boiled)
1 toast
½ banana
coffee or tea

Lunch: 1 cup cottage-cheese
5 saltines crackers or 3 crisp-bread
coffee or tea

Dinner: 2 hot-dogs
1 cup broccoli
½ cup carrot
½ banana
½ cup vanilla ice-cream or fruit-yoghurt

Day 3:

Br.fast: 1 slice cheddar cheese
5 saltines crackers or 3 crisp-bread
1 apple
coffee or tea

Lunch: 1 egg (hard-boiled)
1 toast
coffee or tea

Dinner: 1 cup tuna, salmon or trout. (boiled, fried or grilled.)
1 cup beet-root (fresh, boiled or pickled.)
1 cup cauliflower
½ cup cantaloupe
½ cup vanilla ice-cream or fruit-yoghurt


Use this diet only 3 days a week. The rest of the week, you eat what you want . . . But remember you want to loose weight, so don’t overdo the eating.

Before you start to criticize the diet . . . . wait until after you have read the next blog. That will be an explanation of how the diet works in your body.
You will be surprised . . .

What??? Again!!!

Tagged by Lexcen:


Q. When you looked at yourself in the mirror today, what was the first thing you thought?
A. Even one more fucking day to live.

Q. How much cash do you have on you?
A. $ 0.00

Q. What’s a word that rhymes with DOOR?
A. Poor

Q. Do you label yourself?
A. No

Q. Bright or Dark Room?
A. bright

Q. Why is there always a missing question?
A. Is it? I think it is too many questions.

Q. What does your watch look like?
A. Round with “diamonds”

Q. What were you doing at midnight last night?
A. Sleeping.

Q. Where is your nearest 7-11?
A. Don't know I never go there.

Q. What’s a word that you say a lot?
A. Can you turn around, please? (massage ya know)

Q. Who told you he/she loved you last?
A. Hah??? What word??? Is that word in the dictionary?

Q. Last furry thing you touched?
A. My dog

Q. How many rolls of film do you need developed?
A. I don’t have camera

Q. Favorite age you have been so far?
A. Before I got born

Q. Your worst enemy?
A. Norway

Q. What is your current desktop picture?
A. My book “Tell Me Who I Am”

Q. What was the last thing you said to someone?
A. Hope to see you again

Q.The last song you listened to? A. “Ave Maria” by Luciano Pavarotti

Q. What time of day were you born?
A. 12.20pm

Q. What do you do when vending machines steal your money?
A. I don’t play on those

Q. Do you consider yourself kind?
A. Yes, to a fault.

Q. What’s your life motto?
A. You can rest when you die.

Q. Name three things you have on you at all times.
A. Hair, skin and nails

Q. Can you change the oil on a car?
A. Yes

Q. When was the last time you wrote a letter to someone on paper and mailed it?
A. 6th January 2007 (I send my book to a friend)

Monday, January 08, 2007

The weight of water . . .
.

By Kirsten Nour Namskau

Are you in the situation where you feel too fat and want to loose weight or that you feel fat although you have the correct weight after the table?

"What is wrong" you may say "Is this how I shall look like, when I have normal weight after height?"

Maybe you have the correct weight, but the fat-deposits are placed wrong in your body ! So you look fat after all.
The main factor today which may add to a reason for being fat, is the pollution and poison in the food in combination with eating too much or wrong food.
I have a diet, I used myself. In itself it is not particular for loosing weight, but to detoxify you body from pollution and poison. When your body is free from pollution and poison, the organs work better and by doing that, you automatically loose weight, change eating-habits and stop cravings, even without thinking about it. In other words; You come into a positive circle.
When you reach you correct weight after age and height, you also stop loosing weight but can still loose inches. This is because the fat in your body get replaced in a more harmonic way.

I lost 16 kg during 6 weeks. After that I use the diet once a month, only to detoxify my body and if I have gained a couple of kg's during that month. . . They disappear during those 3 days it takes to detoxify my body.
But before you start any diet . . . Start with removing the unnecessary deposits of water in your body.

Water, stacked in your body, can definitely be a part of your weight.
Try to reduce the amount of salt in the food. Below is a recipe of an herbal tea which helps to release the water in your body. You will notice you will go to the toilet more often and maybe your urine will be darker or discolored in the beginning


Herbal tea:

Mix together in a jar:

1 tblsp. Dried, crushed orange-flowers (or ready-made herbal orange-tea.)
2 tblsp. Fennel
1tblsp. Dried, crushed Basil
1 tblsp. Anis
½ tblsp. Dried, crushed Salvia (Salvia Sclarea herb)
1 tblsp. Dried, crushed Juniper (Optional)


This tea has a very nice taste and help to release water from the body. It’s also a perfect tea for PMS + it is blood – purifying through juniper.

Take one tea-spoon tea-mix pr. cup. Can be used cold or hot.
Drink one cup in the morning and one cup in the evening.

Tomorrow, I will give you the Detoxifying - Diet and information.

Print it out, tack the pages together and put it on the door of the fridge. (That's what I have done,)

Sunday, January 07, 2007

The sound that broke the wall of Jericho . . .
.

By Kirsten Nour Namskau


Since I’m very much into alternative healing, I accepted an invitation from a friend of mine to attend a 2 hours information lecture about sound-healing, held by Dan Furst.
Dan Furst is a sacred musician and sound therapist and founder of the Sacred Sound group of Hawaii, Los Angeles and Sedona, Arizona, Japan and Egypt.
In his sessions of healing he’s using Quartz crystal bowl, singing bowls, tuning forks, bells, chimes and an Australian didjeridoo.

He works after the principal of that each charka and organ works after a certain rhythm and frequency of sound-wave. Illness, diseases, stress, mood-changes etc. appear if the organs are in disharmony or works on wrong sound-wave.
He relate to Pythagoras’ idea of finding the “missing tone.”

During the session, I had the opportunity to voluntary myself for a trail session of healing.
It’s a lot going wrong in my body, since I have been offer for torture earlier in life and organs is permanently damaged.
The last 5 years, I have worked inside health-care myself and also give massage to people. My hands and my arms are therefore my working-tool number one and my bead-feeder.
It’s with fear I recently notice that my right hand, arm and shoulder aches more and more as if I have got arthritis or rheumatism.

So, in this session, which took about 10 minutes, I was told to lay down on a mat on the floor. It was 12 people I the session and all of them were to pick an instrument and sit around me.
Dan had showed us how to use each instrument.
As I was laying on the floor, they started to play. In the beginning it felt like only a lot of sounds.
After a minute, it felt as if I could hear only one sound. (As if all the instruments was tuned into one instrument.)
Then Dan took the Didjeridoo, which is a long wooden instrument looking like a giant flute.
He went to my feet and started to blow. A deep sound attended the room.
After some time I could feel he sound-wave of the Didjeridoo at my feet.
Slowly the waves crept up my right leg. It was a strange feeling, but you have the same feeling if you are in a disco, you can feel the beet of the music in your body.
The difference was that this wave was more like waves from the sea, if you lay at the beach with your feet in the water.

I felt the waves reach my hip and started to fill my body. When it reached my heart-area, it felt as if my heart stopped for a fraction of a second and I instantly made a gasp which brought tears to my eyes.
Dan went behind my head and started to play on a crystal bowl. This felt then, as if the sound and waves cleared my head totally for all thoughts and again I could feel the waves go down my head to the heart area. There it met the other waves from the Didjeridoo and it felt as if my heart opened up and all the waves got released through the heart and out in the air.

As I laid there, it was as if I could see my own aura in which it started flew small black splits out from the aura and disappear in the air.

When it was over, I felt a little dizzy, but OK. I went to the coffee-shop with some friends and the day continued as usually.

The next day . . . I’m telling you . . . the pain was gone, my hand and arm more movable and more so . . .
During the night, I could turn in the bed without pain in my back. (My back has been broken, so it’s a chapter by itself.)
Still, 8 months later it’s an improving in the whole system of my body, hand and arm. Still even my back is without pain.


What is your opinion about alternative healing? Do you have any experiences?


Saturday, January 06, 2007

(When the trauma reaches a
street-dog.)
*

The puppy of the street . . .

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I have a small mix breed of a dog I took in from the street. When I walk him in the area early morning and again in the evening, he uses to play with the other street-dogs. I don’t care if he gets a louse or two because I bath him with lice-shampoo after all.
Lately is has been a few puppies around who use to come and play with Dexter. For a few days one of the puppies has not been there, but that is not unusually neither, since they come and go.
The other day, when we had our morning-walk, the one puppy was still not there.
When we came home, the small puppy met us at the door.
I thought he wanted to come in so I was just about to shush him away again but he seemed so pity. He lowered his head and in a way curled up.
Although Dexter was excited to see him, he only gave a faint cry.
I bend down to stroke him and comfort him when I discovered a cut in his hip so deep so I could see the pelvic bone. He obviously had tremendous pain and I understood that he simply came to ask for help.
I also could see that the wound was some days old but could not grow together since it was so deep. It had to be stitched.
I took him with me and went to an animal shelter where they examined him. They took an X-ray which showed that he also had two fractions in his pelvic bone.
In all his pain, he only licked our hands, also when the vet examined him. It was as if he understood that we wanted to help him.
The shelter told me that they will keep him for about 14 days and make sure he will heal completely before they let him out again in a secure area, unless they find a good home for him.
I paid half the bill and will return back and pay the rest in the end of the week. The vet told me that I can come whenever to visit him to be sure they do a good job.
I called yesterday, and she told me that they had washed and de-lice him, given him antibiotic and cleaned the wound, but they could not do the operation on him yet because he had such high fever.
It was obviously that he had not eaten for several days neither because of the pain, so they tried to bring him to eat and gave him intravenous feeding.
I am so thankful towards the shelter that they take such good care of the animals, even if they are only street-dogs.

This is for you BBC . . .
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You who look at all people as monkeys . . .
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Here you have everything about your monkeys . .
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and their business . . .
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