Here are
things that I have had some experience with and have decided that
they are worth sharing. Most come from third party sites. Sometimes
I will post something that I am offering directly. Enjoy
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HYPNOSIS
- it's not just for people who want to cluck like a chicken.
Starting in 2008 I went to see a licensed hypno therapist. I was
feeling stressed out and had an ongoing battle with blood pressure
that I did not wish to medicate for. I spend six sessions of
about an hour a piece and do believe that I benefitted from it.
As a
result I also discovered
Hypnosis Downloads.com. Here, for a
small fee, I could download hypnotic sessions in MP3 format and
target specific things in my life I wanted to improve. They have hundreds of topics to choose from.
Download and listen in the
convenience of your home. You get to keep the MP3 and use it
whenever you want. Stress, anxiety, weight loss,
self-confidence are just some of the many sessions available. I am
not suggesting (no pun intended) that you stop any medication you
are on - you should always consult with your doctor, however, you
should check out the site and see just what it can do for you.
Sample sessions are available online. I think you will be impressed.
Click to learn more.
Hypnosis Downloads.com
and tell me what you think.
-MisterWriter
PS: If you are interested in using a licensed hypno therapist, send
me an email
HERE and I'll hook you up for a
free consult. -------------------
RESPERATE
- it's not just for blood pressure; it is an excellent tool to help
you relax so completely...
At the same time as I started looking into hypnosis, I also
purchased a Resperate device. This device helps you to
regulate your breathing in a natural, soothing way that leaves you
totally relaxed and your blood pressure at lower levels. There is no
medication involved. The premise is that stress and lifestyle caused
your problems, so by making total relaxation a part of your regular
lifestyle, you can bring everything back to the norm.
Click the video below to learn more.
The unit comes with a money back guarantee - I still have mine and
use it three plus times a week. It takes 15 minutes, runs off a few
AA batteries and is very portable. Even if your blood pressure is
fine, this is a great de-stress item, cheaper than an hour massage
and less toxic than other forms of relief.
If you would like to learn more, click
HERE or the photo below.
I
was certain that one day I would fly. Of course, I was six, an
orange bath towel knotted tight around my neck in my pajamas,
running through the house, oblivious to the fact that in a few short
years my parents would divorce, my sister would die and I would be
sent away to another country because the schooling was better and it
was easier to handle me long distance. In those days flight was as
easy as closing my eyes and running full speed.
I loved Superman. I was sure that at some point in my life my powers
would kick in and I would find that despite the angst, there was a
purpose, a destiny and a reason for life to be the way it was.
I collected comic books. I
owned enough comic books that I could have retired had
I
only know the worth of those in my collection, years before they
were discarded the day I resolved to become a man and not an
immortal; the day I relinquished the cape and started counting my
days on the planet.
That was over thirty-five years ago. And in the interim I have taken
my mortality, found life and love and become a parent. I have
struggled each day with my own failings and my own hopes and dreams.
And I still struggle.
I watched as the men who
played Superman came and went. First,
in my generation, was George Reeves who portrayed the best TV
Superman, at first in black and white and later in color. He was
super, non-Schwarzenegger-esque, human and compassionate and sold
all the kids watching him on the power of humanity, up until his
death.
How could Superman die?
In the eighties,
Christopher Reeve portrayed the human Superman, delighting the many young and
old, who watched him
fly, meshing technology and humanity into a
being who we wished, so very hard,
were
more than a creation of entertainment. And then, in true Hollywood
form, he met with an accident and was paralyzed. In the ten years he
lived beyond that accident, Christopher Reeve showed the world he
was truly a Superman. He embodied the heroism of the struggle for
life with the love of his family as motivation. What more could
there be? His death was an end to his struggle, but a day of sadness
for on that day Superman died again. It
was those men and women who made me fly that I held tight to - like
Carl Sagan who gave me a universe that I could hold onto. Carl
brought the infinite into the everyday realm, through books and
television, and even through a film "Contact" that aired before his
passing, offering possibilities of where we came from and where we go.
And even a man, totally immobile, Stephen Hawking, showed me that it
is not the cape that makes us take flight, but the drive and
determination to not give up. How can a man
so restrained be able to see the infinite universe and plot the
music of its dance?
And so
I share with you a piece of my life; something that holds for me a
time and a place now gone, a civility that can no longer be shared
with the youth of today because there is no frame of reference. We
are the product of a time and a place, the value of which is never
greater for anyone other than ourselves.
As a boy, while my sister lived, while
my parents were still together, when life was sunlight scattered
through windows and people were polite, I would fly with my family
to France to visit my grandmother in Nice. Young enough to know no better, my
sister and I would attempt to sleep on this long flight by lying on
the floor beneath the seats, our ears pressed against the ground,
hearing the strong, reassuring vibrations of the jet engines, and
knowing nothing of death. To this day I can hear the sound and
feel the vibration and smell the dust on the carpet.
Children flying would be given wings, little velvet wings
embroidered with silver and gold, and the logo of the airline.
My
favorite was Japan Air Lines. This prize, to me, was a symbol of the
time and my youth. From the memory of this little piece of felt I
held the sights and sounds of my childhood, my sister, and a life
that has passed rapidly.
Last
year, during a trip to Monterey, I came across an aviation store.
Browsing carelessly, I almost left without a purchase, except for
the glint of silver and gold that caught my eye halfway out the
door. There, in a case by the door, were the airline wings I had so
adored as a child.
Of course, I bought them. Silly. Foolish. A sliver of a life wrapped
up in a memento. And yet worth all the money in the world for one
moment to relive that feeling, that piece of my life now relegated
to memory. It
ain't about money. It is about a short life and finding meaning in
that life that can transcend the pain and the suffering and remind
me that each breath is a gift that holds more value in the promise
than in the delivery. Call me idealistic. Call me a fool. That is
the meaning of life all wrapped up in a myriad of thoughts and
feelings that can never be taken from me, can never be corrupted. It
is as close as I will ever get to being able to fly. What more could
I ask for? I have touched the sky!
First,
in my generation, was George Reeves who portrayed the best TV
Superman, at first in black and white and later in color. He was
super, non-Schwarzenegger-esque, human and compassionate and sold
all the kids watching him on the power of humanity, up until his
death. 
fly, meshing technology and humanity into a
being who we wished, so very hard,
were
more than a creation of entertainment. And then, in true Hollywood
form, he met with an accident and was paralyzed. In the ten years he
lived beyond that accident, Christopher Reeve showed the world he
was truly a Superman. He embodied the heroism of the struggle for
life with the love of his family as motivation. What more could
there be? His death was an end to his struggle, but a day of sadness
for on that day Superman died again.
