Wednesday, 27 April 2011

Really really not distraction

Try this test -

http://www.freemosquitoringtones.org/hearing_test/


Visit a geriatric home soon, in 20-30 years you'll hearing as bad as them!

The highest frequency you can hear is: 14khz
Check your hearing, download the Silent Ringtones and find out how old your ears realy are!

It seems that I am hearing above the range for my age which is strange as I thought I was rather more deaf than apparently I am. Good!
I have certainbly noticed a decrease in my level of hearing.
Interesting
Bliss
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and to keep this in the zone of study (loosely but relevantly) - perhaps this is genetic coding but combined with lifestyle and the environment within which I have put myself. So in other words someone could have lived exactly the same way I have and been exposed to noise levels as I have and hear better or worse according to their genetic structure.

Prejudice - loving and embracing differences



There’s a story in Glasgow about an old man who had a heart attack in Sauchiehall St and collapsed in the middle of a crowd of shoppers. A policeman ran over and bent down to hear the old man say, ‘I need a priest.’ The policeman stood up and asked the crowd if there was a Roman Catholic priest in the vicinity who could administer the last rites. There was no response until a wee man stepped forward and said, “I think I can help. I’m a protestant but for the last forty years I’ve lived next to St Theresa’s Parish Hall. I think I know what he’ll want to hear. So he bent down and put his mouth to the dying man’s ears and said ever so softly,

‘Two fat ladies, 88
Unlucky for some, number 13’”.

Now that is, of course, a joke. But I’m afraid that for some people in the West of Scotland who claim to be protestants, bingo numbers may be as much as they know about Roman Catholicism. It’s certainly not much more than I knew for the first half of my life, having grown up in a neighbourhood where the wisdom on the streets was that if you were a bad boy, the nuns would come and tuck you under their black cloaks and lock you up in the Nazareth House.

Last week this programme among others discussed the latest evidence of sectarianism in the city as bombs were sent to prominent people associated with Celtic football club. It led to 1000 extra police officers being deployed on Easter Day at and after the old firm game at Ibrox Park.

Fortunately there was no outburst of antagonism, but that doesn’t mean to say that sectarianism has been eradicated by dint of either policing or the resurrection of Jesus. It will smoulder on and flare up on another occasion. And there’s no short term solution. Were that the case, then the tribal violence in places as diverse as Northern Ireland and the Sudan would have been eradicated years ago.

All people caught up in sectarian struggles have one thing in common - the sometimes arrogant assertion that ‘I am not like him. We are not like them’. ‘Negative self-image’ is the technical term given to this phenomenon. But how do you change it?

Some people would claim that sectarianism begins to dissipate when rival groups sit down and recognise what they have in common. I don’t dismiss that, but such genial conversation doesn’t necessarily eradicate the negative self image which claims ‘I am not a protestant. I am not a catholic. I am not a Jew. I am not whatever...’

Instead of an obsession with the self which sees others as a threat, there has to be something much more liberating - a cherishing or love of the self which Jesus regarded as the prerequisite for loving the very different neighbour.
There’s a story in Glasgow about an old man who had a heart attack in Sauchiehall St and collapsed in the middle of a crowd of shoppers. A policeman ran over and bent down to hear the old man say, ‘I need a priest.’ The policeman stood up and asked the crowd if there was a Roman Catholic priest in the vicinity who could administer the last rites. There was no response until a wee man stepped forward and said, “I think I can help. I’m a protestant but for the last forty years I’ve lived next to St Theresa’s Parish Hall. I think I know what he’ll want to hear. So he bent down and put his mouth to the dying man’s ears and said ever so softly,

‘Two fat ladies, 88
Unlucky for some, number 13’”.

Now that is, of course, a joke. But I’m afraid that for some people in the West of Scotland who claim to be protestants, bingo numbers may be as much as they know about Roman Catholicism. It’s certainly not much more than I knew for the first half of my life, having grown up in a neighbourhood where the wisdom on the streets was that if you were a bad boy, the nuns would come and tuck you under their black cloaks and lock you up in the Nazareth House.

Last week this programme among others discussed the latest evidence of sectarianism in the city as bombs were sent to prominent people associated with Celtic football club. It led to 1000 extra police officers being deployed on Easter Day at and after the old firm game at Ibrox Park.

Fortunately there was no outburst of antagonism, but that doesn’t mean to say that sectarianism has been eradicated by dint of either policing or the resurrection of Jesus. It will smoulder on and flare up on another occasion. And there’s no short term solution. Were that the case, then the tribal violence in places as diverse as Northern Ireland and the Sudan would have been eradicated years ago.

All people caught up in sectarian struggles have one thing in common - the sometimes arrogant assertion that ‘I am not like him. We are not like them’. ‘Negative self-image’ is the technical term given to this phenomenon. But how do you change it?

Some people would claim that sectarianism begins to dissipate when rival groups sit down and recognise what they have in common. I don’t dismiss that, but such genial conversation doesn’t necessarily eradicate the negative self image which claims ‘I am not a protestant. I am not a catholic. I am not a Jew. I am not whatever...’

Instead of an obsession with the self which sees others as a threat, there has to be something much more liberating - a cherishing or love of the self which Jesus regarded as the prerequisite for loving the very different neighbour.


It really reflects my strong observation of how differences are maintained and used to aggravate. I spoke with a friend some time ago now about the similarities between belief systems, religions, and how the fundamentals seem to me to be the same. I also include my very personal knowledge of the 12 step fellowships and other "systems" is based on my meagre explorations. I have glanced at Buddhism, Hindi beliefs, Islam, Catholicism, the Anglian Church and Methodists and other Christian beliefs, Kabbalism etc etc etc - you get the general drift. Of course I haven't been deeply involved in any but skirted on the outskirts.
But my observation in all is a means to explore ones own spiritual principles, to be the best a person can be and love and cherish others. Whenever I have commented on the similarities to those that are very much involved I have been very surprised at the vehement response of DIFFERENCE!
Of course this to me sustains and further breeds the hostility between rather than embracing the love between .....
It seems so un-spiritual ironically. And yet the firm believers seem to convey their high spirituality. So conflicting to me. I do not claim they are wrong because otherwise I am doing the same thing. Just inquisitive really. Like a dog tilting it's head as if desperately trying to understand and hear that one things will make everything brilliantly, crystal clear!
So I will be gentle in my thoughts about them and not critical and develop resentments. I think it is good to be curious and try and understand. It is also good that I have my own thoughts on such matters.
I would like to try and embrace the similarities and be open to the differences as a means to learn and grow. This is a principle to embrace and practice be cause I also have to accept that I am human and forget.
Good to be reminded.

Thank you Universe

Bliss
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ps a sign of a serenity within me today - I am delighted, grateful and will cherish this moment


Yuch but got to be posted

Oh I can't apparently I cannot post pdf files.
Hmph - there must be a way ...? To be worked upon then

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I am more in sync with teh Universe today perhaps

In life, Bliss, you can only ever be scared, when you believe in limits.
You can only ever feel lonely, when you stop doing things.
You can only ever become bored, when you no longer follow your heart.
And you can only ever get overwhelmed, when you think the illusions are real.
Whew! Who knew it could be so easy to get back on track?
    The Universe

Why is it that some people seem to think because I am feeling so low that I don't know ANYTHING? People are trying to be helpful and get me out of where I am, I know and I love them for it. But then some seem to start telling me as if I don't know. It makes me chuckle really. I do get irritated at first but observing this and I I find it funny. I guess I probably do it as well. I mean give out pearls of wisdom in the hope that it will make a change. I am flitting between depression and mania. I think a lot of it is hormonal and then this is magnifying issues that have arisen from the past, especially with recent events with my dad and also contributed to by the re-traumatising following the relationship I was in.
I continue to practice spiritual principles and attend meetings, meditation, appointments with the supposed professionals, talking with loving friends, letting go of harmful behaviours etc etc.
The easiest encounters are when people acknowledge and allow me to be how I am and who I am. No advice, suggestions are helpful when people can see things I am definitely not doing or need to stop. But those that assume I suddenly don't know anything - well I just have to work harder at accepting them as they are, loving them for being so giving in their way. I listen though just in case they say something new tat might be useful and helpful.

The message from the Universe seems to be very much in tune with how I am. I have felt it's been a more of a collision, the Universe not evening accepting or acknowledging how things can be sometimes. Like depression is something I bring on myself and just change it. This is real chemical depression and not limited by circumstances.
I am more acceptant. My fear now is that I am still not able to work. Thank goodness they are paying me. For the time being anyway.

OK off to do some studying now for 2 hours

Bliss
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Tuesday, 26 April 2011

I met a man who met a man who killed his daughter

picture of James H. Fallon

I was just listening to Prof Fallon who through his own biological psychology research discovered that he has the brain of a psychopath. There are certain physiological structures within the brain that are common. It seems common that psychopaths do not engage easily or emotionally with other people. And by chance Prof Fallon came across a distant relative that had been researching their family history. He learnt about a relative who murdered a family member. And then another was revealed and another and another. He did some research with closer family members and they had to agree that he was certainly more detached than some other people. I thought he was so honest. The question then is whether he is predisposed to actually murder?? Scary. But of course apart from the very rare disease that will happen regardless of whether the genetics are wired for it, pretty much every other condition, whether present in the genes, the environment in which one is living may or may not trigger the condition. So the fact that Prof Fallon was brought up in a loving and fairly functional family, he feels has been the greater influence. However, it is interesting that certain characteristics are present such as the sense of detachment his family have sited.

So it reminded me of the man I met who told me that his daughter had introduced her new boyfriend. And as soon as this man shook hands with the boyfriend, he knew that this young man was going to murder his daughter. Two weeks later his daughter was murdered. The murderer was the boyfriend!
I felt so sad for this man. He was utterly believable. I know that I have sensed things and they have then become fact.
I knew my dad was going to buy me a horse about 2 months prior to him buying me my horse. I was about 12 years old. The fact that he went on to use it as emotional and mental blackmail forever after .... Actually I wonder if the conditions of my childhood have anything to do with an acute awareness of even a stir in the air that is not usual. Mind you my mum was ultra sensitive to things - she knew something was wrong when I was 7 yrs old and came a strange route to find me - a route I would never have normally taken. Maybe it is inherited??
With JH I knew things even if I wasn't absolutely certain of the detail. He was always shocked about me knowing what was going on. I hated being so aware.
This man had felt so guilty that he didn't do anything to stop the boyfriend killing his daughter. He did say as he shook the mans hand "don't do anything to harm my daughter".
He is having counselling as he feels overwhelmed by his guilt.
I would like to pray for that man that he might find some peace in his mind and soul to forgive himself and grieve the loss of his daughter with healing.

Bliss
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A better day emotion-wise

I have noticed that today is an better day. I do not feel so bleak and my thoughts are not so dark.
I can see positives more naturally and not needing to really challenge so much negativity.

Positive attitude seems more natural. It helps stopping little repetitive behaviours and checking things out that I don't actually want to write here and now. That I am challenging myself on. Stopping doing things that actually are unhealthy for me.
Food is cleaner again.
I have also noticed that there is a physical difference. I think a couple of days ago I woke up noticing the heaviness internally. Physically  mean. There was a definite difference to the way my tummy felt - like it was dragging me down and painful. It affected my mood and my body was more bloated again.
That was not evident today and with it I felt lighter in mood.
Now that I think has to be hormone linked.

And then magnifying all the stuff from the past - ugh!

When will it pass so that I can have some freedom please????????????????

Grindstone today

Another week off sick. I find it so embarrassing and yet I am more acceptant that it's what I need right now. Well more acceptant today as that seems to change like the wind changes.
It's so much cooler today. My early morning walk was almost chilly. After soaring temperatures it seems strange. Days and days of glorious sunshine and heat.
So today I am trying to get to the studying mode. I need to focus but my concentration is shot to pieces. For the first time I have found the courage to inform my tutor. Not that she she can do anything but at least she knows.

What a lovely afternoon I had spent with Tone. She showed me her recent paintings which I really love. So colourful and playful but with serious and awful messages of the realities of circumcision of women well actually young girls in Tanzania. I then saw the photos of her expedition to Greenland. She does exciting things that's for sure. I am so very sad she is returning to Norway but glad to have her friendship and feel certain we will keep in contact. I like time with her and look forward to visiting her in Norway.

Right that's it - brief and to be added to as I take breaks - now I will start reading..... Book 3 Exploring the Brain - chapter 1 - Basic Cell Biology.
Interesting.

Bliss
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