Let the `’Light Shine

in Oktober 1993 of 1994 het ek in Hermanus gaan vakansie hou saam met ‘n skoolvriendin. Baie spontaan sommer so skielik.  Voor dit kan ek nie dink dat ek al in die Kaap was nie, want ek het in Pretoria grootgeword en toe laterjare was ons Johannesburg toe.

Maar op die een dag soveel jare gelede, het ek met ‘n Carling Black Label in my hand gesit in so grot affere plek in Hermanus en walvisse kyk.  Dit gebeur in Oktober dat die wallies en dolfyne deurtrek met hulle kleintjies, en soos ek daar sit, het iets in my hart geroer en vir my gese ek gaan altyd baie naby aan die see bly.  Natuurlik het dit net mooi niks sin gemaak nie, want paar dae later is ek terug na die dorre mid-Transvaal toe, terug Johannesburg toe om my stadslewe verder te lei.  Maar ek was nie meer dieselfde nie.  Daar was ‘n onrus in my wat niks behalwe water kon stilmaak nie.  Ek sou ‘n stroompie ontdek nie te ver van die huis af nie, en ure lank elke week daar gaan deurbring. Met of sonder vriende.  Dis ook by daai stroompie waar ek was die dag toe Johannesburg skielik een middag sneeu gekry het.

Maar nie lank daarna nie, is ek Israel toe.  Woestyn toe.  En nooit het dit my bygeval presies hoe baie ek by die see is nie.  en nou woon ek in San Francisco, waar orals waar jy gaan jy op ‘n manier niks meer as 3 myl van die naaste water af is nie.  Ek sien die see en water orals.  en my hart is stil. Ek wens net dit was meer gereeld lekker warm.

My brain has such delayed reactions that I just made two Medical professionals laugh uncontrollably.

I went for some vaccinations, and the lady told me “Look that way”, which I did, and then she counted 1,2,3.  On cue I yelped which gave her the giggle of her week!  By the time she got to 3, the needle has been out of my arm for exactly 3 seconds already! 

This was so funny I’m still laughing!  Thank you ms. Nurse for giving me this huge giggle too, and for showing me that no matter how old we get, when that needle comes out most of us are still 5 years old.

This weekend to most Americans was Super Bowl weekend. The weekend in which the Giants won and Eli Manning made the front page everywhere.

For me however, it was the weekend that held the date 2/2/2008.  the date in which the numbers themselves are a great game : 2*2*2 = 2^3 = 8. It’s how I amuse myself.  This date is etched into my private history as the day that I was tied in wedlock to the man God gave me in answer to my prayers.  The man who had in him every single quality that I had on my long, and I mean LONG list of requirements of who and what my mate should be.

Here are a few:
1.  He had to be bigger than me, so I could feel safe in his big arms
2.  He had to be smarter than me, because I get bored so easily, and a super intelligent man could guarentee an endless supply of knowledge and intrigue
3.  He had to be slightly older than me, a man who had a good amount of living done before he met me.  A man who was done partying and had a wealth of experiences different than my own
4.  He had to be in good standing and have good relations with his family, because family is of utmost importance to me.  In some cases actual bloodlines are less than desirable, but friends become so tight that they are also considered family.  That would be good too.
5.  And as a bonus, if he could be handsome and find me somewhat attractive that would be a Huge bonus!

And my dear husband, suffice to say, exceeded all my expectations and one-upped each of my requirements!  Not only is he handsome, but he is So handsome that women and even men still try to get his attention even though they know he’s taken.  Not only is he smart, he is like a walking calculator / encyclopedia / if he doesn’t know something he’ll make it his business to find out about it!

 You get the gist.  I fell in love with him the first time we spoke on the phone.  His voice resonated at the exact frequency that made ripples through my heart strings, and my heart and soul said right then and there that they can both listen to this voice every day for many many many years to come.  And this weekend, instead of extreme wedding jitters, I experienced a calmness as my soul was thanking me for making this enormous commitment to this very specific man.

God knows what He is doing, and He knows why He gave me this man.  May His sovereign plan reign supreme particularly on days when I’m not paying attention.  In other realms, I would say that I manifested my mate and my destiny.  It took a few years, and happened in rather unsuspecting circumstances, but I got exactly what I manifested.  I hope that the other orders that I’ve sent into the Universe will be answered in such a blessed and good way too!

There is a school of thought that believes in the messages sent to the psyche during sleep.  The things we call dreams.  In this school of thought, it is believed that dreams have far greater significance than that which we normally bestow it.

Come to think of it, my head is not nearly clear enough for any kind of analysis outside the connection that the dream has with my current bug, but could it have greater meaning after all ?

any ideas ?

As expected after going to the Healer, I was ready for the hour after the first hour.
I was armed with my Jammies, lots of water, lots of movies to watch, and a warm fluffy bed right in front of the TV.  Because Lo and Behold, 1.5 hours after coming from the Healer I fell asleep.  and I slept, and I slept.  Felt horrible during the times that I did wake up to go bathroom, drink water, eat something and back to bed.

but this morning, after my 16 hour sleep, I had this dream

A ranking plant, like an ivy of sorts that clings really tightly where it grows, ranked up and around my legs.  Each leg had its own lot of ranking branches.  After a few days, only one branch really remained around each leg, and I decided that I had had enough.  I started unwinding the rank on my right leg, untwisted it and pulled it off, but to my surprise once I started really pulling, that thing started pulling a root out of the inside of my leg!  That branch had a root equal in length to the outside branches that was ranking through my leg under the skin, a big fat root as thick as my thumb.  Once all out, I laid it down beside me, and started working the left one. 

This left branch was very tightly wound, and this time knowing that it would have parts under the skin I looked for them, and saw to my horror great green bulges where this plant has crawled and crept and twisted.  So I untwisted this one too, and started to pull on the root, but it broke off.  And there where the branch & root seperated, the root crawled back up into my leg like some alien movie character.   It was horrific and gross.

But I woke up and got on with my day, only to discover that the dream was far more than just a dream.  My right side is healthy as can be.  My left side still sick, sore, tender and exhausted.   Isn’t that something.

The homeopathic medicines sure do talk only to the brain.  and the brain is sending messages of healing and replenishment to the body, one side at a time.  Perhaps I should stop trying to be so brave and awake, and simply go back to sleep so that my brain can do it’s work without me constantly interrupting it with audio and visual stimulation from outside.

The human mind, when working in infitinite potential is far greater than any other physical mechanism known to humankind. 

Since my last post about the flu shot, and not having one … I have been sick.
Until about 30 minutes ago.  This is a newish virus that is running around crippling the healthy in a very subtle way.  it works like this

Dizziness, short of breath, EXHAUSTION, body ache and more exhaustion.
That’s it.  Nothing more.
Your head is fine, your sense of humor in tact, your apetite … nothing wrong.  in fact, blood tests, and other bodily samples reveal nothing.  and this is where the Doctors of Western Medicine think you have zero credibility claiming that you’re unable to function in a regular way.  Because they don’t recognize any of the symptoms.  Neither do their lab tests …

But go to a natural healer, and you will walk out happy.  I sure did.  I’ve seen my Healer a few times this year.  First time was for quite a bad case of allergies and migraines.   She fixed those.   Then there was the remnants of emotional obtuseness from pushing myself to study too hard during my student years.  She fixed those too.

and now she fixed my body again and helped it enable itself to fight this mystery bug.  Thank you Mrs. Healer!  May the angels always carry and protect and bless her.

A few nights ago, as I walked head down out of an upscale mall where I was wasting time just to not come home, home where ugly things get said in fits of rage, home where I don’t feel safe, a man sitting in a wheelchair looked up into my eyes.

“You look so tired,” he said, “how was your day?”

This shocked me out of my thoughts, to look at a homeless man in a wheelchair who has it in him to ask how MY day was.  Thank God for angels like him.  I saw him again a week later and thanked him for his kindness, but then I saw him no more.  I hope he is safe and warm, and may the angels look after him. 

I recently saw the Milgram experiment, and researched it as I do with everything in life that intrigues me.  He found that a very large part of human beings are obedient if they perceive somebody to have authority.  And what constituted authority in his experiment was a white coat and a soothing authoritative voice.  No more, no less.

This got me thinking, and the intrigue led me to do my own small experiment.  I am studying towards my MBA, and so I decided who better than to use than the classmates who ALSO saw the experiment.  I changed my tone of voice and the frequency at which I spoke since that day, and lo and behold, within a week, all class activities that required group work made my group members turn to me and say “So T, what is our next move?”   and whatever I said to do, was regarded as authority and carried out without question.  In some activities my decisions were sound, in some less so, but even after a failed choice, the group still regarded me as a leader.

After a few weeks I grew bored of this role as their informally assigned group leader and suddenly announced in class last week that I do not like having this position.  Hopefully we’ll have some group activities again this week, so we’ll see how they act.  Will there be uncertainty, or as I hope, will somebody else assume the role.  It is my hypothesis at this point that if somebody else assumes the role, they will at first mimic what I’ve been doing before they will dig into their souls to find their own voice.

The power of suggestion can be used to play with people, as Derren Brown does, or it can be used on yourself by yourself to better your life.

This type of use of  the power of suggestion carries many names, and many books are written on the topic under different guises, each with the agenda to sell itself.   Napoleon Hill  captured it best in my opninion when he called his book “Think and grow rich.”   The big message of which is

Whatever you can conceive and believe, you can achieve.

One has to create a desire, a burning desire to achieve something, and once you blindly believe that you can, and you channel your efforts toward that goal, nothing can stand in your way.  Obstacles that previously would serve as hinderences in your quest suddenly become mere learning experiences. 

As we go through life, our thoughts become our actions, our actions become our habits, and finally, our habits create our character.  So everyday I try to have good thoughts,  constructive thoughts, and I try to actively replace bad habits with good ones.  Religions, books, seminars, whatever you need to apply in your life to maximize your chances of achieving your dreams, that is what you should do.

Amen

As part of my MBA studies, I’m required to take the most enjoyable course I’ve probably ever been in.  Management and Organizational Behaviour.   Not only does the course content speak directly into my interests, but the professor is highly interesting and smart.
In yesterday’s class, I could swear that he was messing with our minds in the same way that Darren Brown messes with other people’s minds by using suggestion and people’s openness to being lead.

I haven’t quite figured out yet what the purpose of it all was, but he used last night to plant ideas and solidified them using a bell to introduce each new phase that the class entered.  In a 3 hour class, we had two bells.  One leading into a quiz, and another leading into a second section in which we discussed experiments on humans such as Zimbardo’s Prison experiment and also the famous Milgram experiment. 

Thus far it seems the suggestions were leading us to believe that we are in an age so advanced and concerned with human rights, that human rights groups would not allow such experiments to be repeated.  By the end of the class most people were adament that such experiments would not occur now in 2007, and if they would, the results would be vastly different than they were in 1962.

The bell did shake me up.  I enjoyed the frequency at which it rang, but it took me a while to rescatter my thoughts to the point at which I could answer quiz questions.