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This book is the anger primer
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plague has struck the world ..." Written by Paul Pearsall, Ph.D., a
psycho-neuroimmunologist who got the message after he suffered a
heart-attack.
 THE
PLEASURE PRESCRIPTION
Statistically Improbable
Phrases (SIPs): toxically successful people, your seventh
sense, one kapuna, bliss response, angry brain, urgency response,
selfish brain, indigenous mind, transpersonal connection, planet paradise,
healthy pleasure, pleasure pathways, pleasure system, pleasure potential,
talk story, natural chaos. |
Thank you
so much. I feel that there is thousands of people who could
benifit from your teachings. It is such a shame that o many
peopl;e don't know. I will be pleased to let people know and
believe me I have done in the past. My daughter will be one of the
people who will greatly benefit from this knowledge.
~Josephine, a teacher |
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BIG
FAT LIAR
With
truth, honesty, integrity,
My deepest values,
I learned to lie religiously
At an early age
Truly
believing
What adults, especially
Spiritual leaders
Wanted to hear
Was the only way
To life, to
Stay alive
I lied.
I
falsely represented
My worth value contribution
"God first
others second
and me last"
My identity
A creation
Not of God
But a child's view
Of what others needed
To be loved by them
A child's voice, submissive
Filled with echoes
Of others beliefs
I
lied about my sexuality
Not necessary doesn't matter
Not fun, not to be a part of relationships
with myself or others
especially those I didn't
pledge forever
commitment
Liar,
Liar pants on fire.
I
told myself
I could "fix" others
Caring
Shaping
Loving
My image
Of what they
Could (and should)
Be.
Self deception
In the name of love
(and control)
creating mistrust in others
survival anxiety.
I
lied when I said
"don't worry about me
I'll be all right"
It really doesn't matter
I can take it
Handle it
Be it for us both
You don't have to
"be there" emotionally
Ask
Listen
Show
Tell
Me you love me
I need nothing
In return.
And
now I lie
In loneliness
(no
one knows my
wants, needs, desires
even me)
In
anger
(when is it my turn)
in despair
(if I didn’t need so much
others would love me,
the real me).
In
uniqueness isolation
I’ve lied myself
Into a special world
Of achievement,
Competence
Appreciation
Caregiving
Adapting
Coaching
Re-lie-ability,
And
Separateness.
Can
lying be forgiven
False promises remade
Heart and knee jerks
Relearned
Honest relationships
Reborn?
Unfinished
poem
Unfinished question
Unfinished life
“A piece of work”
in progress
This
piece was submitted by Dave Miller, a business and personal coach
and team performance consultant, President of Performance
Partners, who can be reached on the web at dksamiller@msn.com.
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NAME: Marg, Michigan
CONTRIBUTION:
marg's response to e.e.
Since inner vision is first:
Who pays attention
to the syntax of things
is a student of mystical
proportions.
If you just want to be kissed,
speak not
for if you speak
is it not to be understood?
Frolic freely
when the feeling is in you.
Comparing kisses to wisdom
is fool's folly indeed.
Is there not time for all
in eternity
of no parentheses?
Rise if you must.
'Tis the season
of your life.
COMMENTS: "I am an ageless,
timeless 60 year old female who rivets in a factory to support her habit
of learning and creating with computers and colored pencils. She
lives in Heartland, USA some of the time and in her mind most of the
time. She loves the ocean and freedom and ideas. I'm a
philosopher and an artist and produce stage lighting. I research
the sources and of thoughts and things."
You can talk to Marg at ogee@chorus.net. |
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At sea at
night when it's real calm and no clouds you can see a billion stars.
They go all the way to the horizon and then reflect off the water making
you feel like you are the center of the universe. An experience like
that more than makes up for the storms with their stinging rain and
blinding lightning. And they are sure to come as are our personal
life's storms. I choose to go to sea knowing about the storms
because the opposing beauty is too incredible to miss. No risk, no
return.
NAME:
Doug, Alabama
Abercrombie
Mercantile
COMMENTS:
Glad we went to sea, Dougie.
WATER FOUL
haiku from sue
On the dock Key West
He believes life's storms will come
Stabilizers turn
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butterfly moments
The
sun shines filtered,
through the hedge rows, over the wall,
into the secret garden which is my life.
My
garden is protected...if not safe,
in its dazzling quiet beauty...I know what to expect,
its schedules, its boundaries and limits.
Even
the roses, with thorns, cross their branches
against the wall to gently offer their protection and
sometimes painful beauty to my peace.
And
the only entrance has a door and a lock,
the path is well worn and fragrantly predictable.
Through
natural cycles of birth, and openings and closings,
I know where I stand.
And then,
without
invitation, over my walls,
quietly descending, vulnerably powerful,
a butterfly,
changes everything
in a moment.
_____
This awesome moment lasts
only because it hasn't ended yet,
life is beyond our hands and we know
it's not our to control.
wanting to grasp, to hold on,
struggling with willpower, alone.
airborne,
not a patient, giving, obedient flower, but
an independent, living fragile breath on a mission.
Where do you come from,
where do you go and
why do I miss these moments so?
When
do I not see what I’m so
hurriedly rushing past in my compulsion
to avoid my heart’s difficult questions?
Did
you call to me, do small voices have a life of their
own, to share when I’m not listening, when I’m
anxiously worrying about being discovered?
When
do I try to force these moments to happen
because I’m ready, bored, lonely, afraid,
searching and not knowing what to look for?
What
kind of courage does it take
to burst my comfortably difficult, well grounded,
self-constructed, and fearfully-defended cocoon.
What
kind of faith and
trust to leap into
an unknown world, with moist wings,
that I cannot see for myself?
I
read the science, about butterfly wings in Brazil
stirring tornados in Kansas,
I’m in no less a whirlwind,
chasing life, hope and heart, and feeling
the impulse to believe in possibilities forgotten
behind garden walls,
and the lovely quiet chaos of butterflies.
What
brought us to this moment, together?
I thought I knew why I was here and
Then you alight, and show me my shadows,
you touch some deep inside sleeping place,
with cautious, living colors.
I
know the questions are mine to ask
and the answers are not mine to impose,
I know there is a bigger plan that we are
both part of,
A
lesson we bring to each other,
(but the instructions seem to be in code).
I
know this moment is temporary, a gift, and I’m
thankful,
It’s awe-full and wonder-full and can end with a
breath.
How
do we hold on, gently enough,
to share the intense fragility of this
butterfly moment.
This
piece was submitted by Dave Miller, a business and
personal coach and team performance consultant, President of Performance Partners, who can
be reached on the web at dksamiller@msn.com. |
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found a road one day ...
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I
found a road one day.
Its long body curved in graceful sinews across the countryside,
Beckoning me to tread its distance.
Stepping down from the opening of the doorway that had been closed,
Only for the sake of cobwebs lining its frame,
I walked, and walked;
Following an invisible arrow pointing me forward;
Unafraid, curious,
Hoping to find something as magical as this at the end.
Like glitter scattering from a wand
A butterfly fluttered across my path
Prodding me, a savoring sheep,
To scuttle forward.
And then, as if with first breath, I knew.
The road had no ending,
But continued without seams,
Taking me on a long, winding journey
Back to my heart
From where it began.
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NAME: Lily Rivera
California |
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COMMENTS: emarapaorivera@ucsd.edu |
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NAME: Chris Daniel
South West Wales
c.daniel@business.ntl.com |
PERSONAL
DEVELOPMENT:
You Don't Know What You Don't Know |
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EMOTIONAL INTELLIGENCE
GIVES YOU THE EYE TO SEE WITH
For other articles written by Chris see:
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Professional-Personal development is about enhancing your learning and
social skills to maximise your performance at work and in social
interactions. It certainly would include emotional intelligence.
I tend not to have too many views
on things from a Police Officers [solely] perspective as I believe
that trying to split yourself from your whole self into your working
or professional persona is fruitless and counter-productive.
One of the big issues in personal
development is "You don't know what you don't know."
I'm involved with the local branch of the Chartered Management
Institute and a self-development group that we've set up called South
West Wales CPD Association where participants from a wide variety of
employment backgrounds come together to discuss and learn common areas
of development--stress management or leadership
or anything that the group perceives is in need of developing.
It's a non-profit group, to a
very large extent voluntary, as I believe you've got to give something in life to
'receive' something. [very much in line with your recent posting on
voluntarism]
As for mixing with people from
different employments, I believe that interaction with others outside
your normal group is an aid to creativity and innovation.
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From:
Dr. Shlomo Dotan, M. D., Dept. of Opthalmology, Neuro-Ophthalmology
Service
Hadassah-Hebrew
University Hospital, Jerusalem, Israel
He sent this transcript
from BBC and adds,
Yes, ma'am. I
work at Hadassah Medical Center, the
oldest and probably the best in
Israel; the same campus where I went to
medical school some thirty years
ago....... R.Amer is one of our female
residents on the Ophthalmology program.
It's a small, round and tough world !!
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JERUSALEM
HOSPITAL WHERE THERE IS NO DISTINCTION BETWEEN ARABS AND JEWS, 21/2/02
CLICK
HERE for full transcript, BBC News
MARK URBAN:
Mid-morning and five casualties arrive at the Hadassah emergency
room. It's going to be another one of those days, for the staff
and for Avi Rivkind, head of the unit.
AVI RIVKIND: You
open the door of the ambulance and you don't know who's coming; it's a
surprise.
URBAN: Sustained
by gallows humour and medical idealism, this hospital treats
everyone--Jew and Arab, bomber and victim. Rogone Amer is often
called across to casualty from her eye clinic. As a Palestinian
member of staff, she too has to deal with the consequences of
violence--against her people and by her people.
RAGONE AMER: It
raises different internal conflicts but on the outside aspect, you have
to continue to see the patients and deal with colleagues. You see
Palestinians being injured, losing their eyes. You see Israelis
being injured and losing their eyes. It's a difficult
situation. You come to the original question--why should all this
happen?
TAMAR EI ADI: I
didn't object to being treated by an Arab doctor. But I couldn't
accept being in the same room as an Arab patient. I was afraid.
URBAN: If there
is ample suffering here, there is also joy. Hadassah is largely funded
by a Jewish women's charity. They paid for a [maternity
wing]. Here's there's newly delivered Jew and Muslim nestled
side-by-side. Is there any chance that the little people born here
might grow into adults ready to implement the hospital's principles in a
wider world?
TAGREED ABU RAJAB:
There is no discrimination whatsoever. Of course, it should be the
same outside.
URBAN: The
hospital's ideals remain intact, and a reminder to both communities that
common bonds of humanity can still prove stronger than those of
nationality or region. That's what Avi Rivkind discovered when he
was asked to save the life of a man responsible for two horrific bus
bombs.
RIVKIND: Hassan
Salame was responsible for the explosion of two buses. He was
captured by our soldiers and they called me because he was severely
injured. I operated.... Here it's another environment. It's
a holy environment.
AMER: This
emphasizes things we were taught in medical school--that when you treat
a human being, you treat it for being a human being, regardless of color,
race, ethnicity and other things. I think that the majority of
Israelis, as well as Palestinians and the civilians--normal people--they
are up to living together and to living peacefully. |
From Cyndi, a reader and learner
BEAT me whip me call me edna
contributed by diana R.
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""This
reminds me of the time my ex stepped all over ..."
This living in the past, sacrificing the
present for suffering, is like living on the SOLE, not in the SOUL. |
Every now and then
I have a friend, or coach a client, who's stuck in the
past.
Most of their conversation
manages to link back to a sad, bitter or infuriating event from the
past ... a death, a loss, a divorce, a blow to the ego.
I get the feeling they aren't
really with me and that they're almost manufacturing the
conversation. You know, taking something I say and turning it
into, "Yes, yes, that's exactly how my ex-wife treated me,"
or "I'm glad to hear you're having nice weather. I liked
the weather a lot better where we used to live." |
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