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Monday, May 30, 2011
Monday, May 23, 2011
Night Terrors
Night terrors are bad dreams which are the worst of possible nightmares. I've no doubt this is what Bruce Lee's father and he experienced. To quote his story,
Night Terrors have several names. Another is 'Hallucinatory Night Terrors'.
They tend to be hereditary and can start at a very young age. I have them, my daughter never has, but both grand-children have at 2 & 3 years of age. If you are with a person having a night terror you will not be able to stop it for them, even if their eyes are wide open and they look thru you. Remember that they do not see what you see and they are in a dream state of consciousness.
Once again, narrow-minded medicine is full of poop. I could not move any body part but my head, and the children have not moved, but cry, have heavy snubbing sobs and terror. A person will appear to be awake or to 'come out of it', but from our own experience it takes quite a bit longer to become fully integrated into a conscious state. I prefer the spiritual explanations & help.
This site is an excellent resource filled with information. http://www.nightterrors.org/dis.htm
If one would prefer spiritual research into sleep paralysis, then this site offers answers and further research. This is my preference as it connects to me on a level of understanding. http://www.spiritualresearchfoundation.org/articles/id/spiritualresearch/difficulties/sleep-paralysis
Most importantly do not feed negative energy nor allow fear to return & or control. In order to be free one has too enter the imagination of this and strengthen our spiritual parts.
Please feel free to comment :)
Stephanie
Ga-wi is an attack from vengeful spirit that has bitterness & grief on certain family. It tries to revenge or curse the lineage of that family. He mentions, during traing when you get a scissored-neck, there is a sence of a spirit holding your neck by a certain force. You are unable to move any part of your body except your head.http://sushantwagle.wordpress.com/2009/12/14/truth-behind-bruce-lees-death/
Night Terrors have several names. Another is 'Hallucinatory Night Terrors'.
They tend to be hereditary and can start at a very young age. I have them, my daughter never has, but both grand-children have at 2 & 3 years of age. If you are with a person having a night terror you will not be able to stop it for them, even if their eyes are wide open and they look thru you. Remember that they do not see what you see and they are in a dream state of consciousness.
Definition
By Mayo Clinic staff
Night terrors are episodes of fear, flailing and screaming while asleep. Night terrors often are paired with sleepwalking.
Although night terrors are more common in children, they also can affect adults. A night terror episode usually lasts only a few minutes.
Night terrors are relatively rare, affecting only a small percentage of children — often between ages 4 and 12 — and a smaller percentage of adults. However frightening, night terrors aren't usually a cause for concern. Most children outgrow night terrors by adolescence.
Once again, narrow-minded medicine is full of poop. I could not move any body part but my head, and the children have not moved, but cry, have heavy snubbing sobs and terror. A person will appear to be awake or to 'come out of it', but from our own experience it takes quite a bit longer to become fully integrated into a conscious state. I prefer the spiritual explanations & help.
This site is an excellent resource filled with information. http://www.nightterrors.org/dis.htm
If one would prefer spiritual research into sleep paralysis, then this site offers answers and further research. This is my preference as it connects to me on a level of understanding. http://www.spiritualresearchfoundation.org/articles/id/spiritualresearch/difficulties/sleep-paralysis
Most importantly do not feed negative energy nor allow fear to return & or control. In order to be free one has too enter the imagination of this and strengthen our spiritual parts.
Please feel free to comment :)
Stephanie
Wednesday, May 18, 2011
For Lisa, my friend and protector of wolves*
If you can Lisa, then get someone to read this to you. It is just my ramblings, but I hope they give a minutes mental rest. Blessings and peace to you. Listen to the silence and be glad in what she has to tell you*
(This is also an explanation of what I see.
We all have that special friend which only the rare soul can see. That is because while we are here on earth we get lazy and rely on our 5 senses for everything. This is not good because if we do live to any kind of older age (and some while young), we miss out on those who journey with us from the higher unseen 'heavens'.
I was lucky in one respect, and probably because they knew that my life would be a hard one (as I am an unusual loving one). As a wee one I could close my eyes and still see. I can see many things that are not there as for everyone else, but I can also see most of everything around me. It is a little like remote viewing, but on a closer more intimate level connected within me.
Before sleep or early in the morning before I get up, I can see what I like to think of as God's (or Goddess's) ethereal river. That is not imagination as there is nothing bad flowing in it and imagination can go either way.
There are colors and waves and sparkles of the softest kind. All a person has to do is 'let go'. You 'see'... God leaves the light on for us in times of either darkness of our world or darkness within our own spirits. Keeping your eyes closed or if you have become blind to disease, watch with abandonment of self. Stare at the back of your eyelids. You will when you are in-tuned to the moment when you notice the softness of dim light or color. Mine is healing so I see color clouds of the cool spectrum...blue, purple and rare moments green from our heart*. Our heart is where the key to our treasure is hidden. Beside that,
the blue and purple seem to be healing of spirit.
I can take this same method out of doors to a separate perspective...one of the warm zone (color wise). That is where the 'doves' are (as I like to think of them. It is energy that is very actively vibrating like almost microscopic bright white doves of light in numbers too great to count. This is also where we can utilize other senses that we may have forgotten. They take me to mental places I can only describe as 'home'. Do not confuse this with the white light method as that is something else entirely.
I digress...
It has been unseasonably cooler this spring. The sun seems extra bright because so much of nature has reborn in vibrant glory. I smell mimosa on the high breeze swimming in varying colors of pink (from soft-soft to vibrant bright). The air is dancing in glory to the songs of many birds from all around...rejoicing in the this new morning. The air breaths in fresh to my lungs while feeding my spirit which at times is so desperate for healing. Like a gentle reassuring hand I am loved and protected as light bathes me in richness and glory. I am one with all that is good.
I love you Lisa.
ALways your friend,
Stephanie
(This is also an explanation of what I see.
We all have that special friend which only the rare soul can see. That is because while we are here on earth we get lazy and rely on our 5 senses for everything. This is not good because if we do live to any kind of older age (and some while young), we miss out on those who journey with us from the higher unseen 'heavens'.
I was lucky in one respect, and probably because they knew that my life would be a hard one (as I am an unusual loving one). As a wee one I could close my eyes and still see. I can see many things that are not there as for everyone else, but I can also see most of everything around me. It is a little like remote viewing, but on a closer more intimate level connected within me.
Before sleep or early in the morning before I get up, I can see what I like to think of as God's (or Goddess's) ethereal river. That is not imagination as there is nothing bad flowing in it and imagination can go either way.
There are colors and waves and sparkles of the softest kind. All a person has to do is 'let go'. You 'see'... God leaves the light on for us in times of either darkness of our world or darkness within our own spirits. Keeping your eyes closed or if you have become blind to disease, watch with abandonment of self. Stare at the back of your eyelids. You will when you are in-tuned to the moment when you notice the softness of dim light or color. Mine is healing so I see color clouds of the cool spectrum...blue, purple and rare moments green from our heart*. Our heart is where the key to our treasure is hidden. Beside that,
the blue and purple seem to be healing of spirit.
I can take this same method out of doors to a separate perspective...one of the warm zone (color wise). That is where the 'doves' are (as I like to think of them. It is energy that is very actively vibrating like almost microscopic bright white doves of light in numbers too great to count. This is also where we can utilize other senses that we may have forgotten. They take me to mental places I can only describe as 'home'. Do not confuse this with the white light method as that is something else entirely.
I digress...
It has been unseasonably cooler this spring. The sun seems extra bright because so much of nature has reborn in vibrant glory. I smell mimosa on the high breeze swimming in varying colors of pink (from soft-soft to vibrant bright). The air is dancing in glory to the songs of many birds from all around...rejoicing in the this new morning. The air breaths in fresh to my lungs while feeding my spirit which at times is so desperate for healing. Like a gentle reassuring hand I am loved and protected as light bathes me in richness and glory. I am one with all that is good.
I love you Lisa.
ALways your friend,
Stephanie
Sunday, May 15, 2011
Rape. Pandora's Box opened.
The following blog material is of adult content and should only be read by people of legal adult age requirements and with trepidation. If the reader is under the age of 18 or has had a personal experience with abuse (and or) rape then discontinue reading at this point.
Deep southern USA, early 1970's, rape was only beginning to enter the legal stage for a victim's protection. Most of the time the rape victim would continue to be persecuted and bullied, even within the hospital setting and court room. A rapist was allowed to bring associates to legal hearings turning the trial into a circus and continuing to destroy the victim.
Now the laws (currently) support the victim from the time of reporting the crime throughout the legal process.
Legal definition of Rape.
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Laws_regarding_rape
Rape is natural within the bounds of lower animals and nature itself, but society (thank goodness) has evolved into a more protective role (in this respect).
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Psychological_trauma
The affects of violating a persons basic human rights can and usually are, long standing. Each person undergoes unique symptoms from this traumatic act.
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Rape_trauma_syndrome
One such symptom goes by several names, some being innocently referred to as nightmares, while the experience of 'Night Terror's is a deeper and darker struggle.
http://www.nightterrors.org/SMF/index.php?PHPSESSID=8690c826358af0b5fdcf6a359e1333b6&
The sad portion of this blog would be that the crime continues (as all do) and its victims are the weaker. Bullies do not strike where there is a greater opposition.
They lurk where there is an absence of emotional support within family units.
As any thief they do their crime in places and at times they feel safe in the act. Youthful victims and older as well come away blaming themselves. Many times it becomes a vicious cycle repeating itself over a persons lifetime. There is help. Research. Find a professional that will work with the victim. Most of all, allow time. It takes a swift act to rob a person of their current life path and spirals the spirit into a blind, numb and lonely maze. Try to remember that you are never alone. Many people have had the same things happen and we all survive to go on to stronger tomorrows.
Find support and strength in numbers. http://rapecrisis.com/
This link has a 24hr online hotline*
Deep southern USA, early 1970's, rape was only beginning to enter the legal stage for a victim's protection. Most of the time the rape victim would continue to be persecuted and bullied, even within the hospital setting and court room. A rapist was allowed to bring associates to legal hearings turning the trial into a circus and continuing to destroy the victim.
Now the laws (currently) support the victim from the time of reporting the crime throughout the legal process.
Legal definition of Rape.
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Laws_regarding_rape
Rape is natural within the bounds of lower animals and nature itself, but society (thank goodness) has evolved into a more protective role (in this respect).
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Psychological_trauma
The affects of violating a persons basic human rights can and usually are, long standing. Each person undergoes unique symptoms from this traumatic act.
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Rape_trauma_syndrome
One such symptom goes by several names, some being innocently referred to as nightmares, while the experience of 'Night Terror's is a deeper and darker struggle.
http://www.nightterrors.org/SMF/index.php?PHPSESSID=8690c826358af0b5fdcf6a359e1333b6&
The sad portion of this blog would be that the crime continues (as all do) and its victims are the weaker. Bullies do not strike where there is a greater opposition.
They lurk where there is an absence of emotional support within family units.
As any thief they do their crime in places and at times they feel safe in the act. Youthful victims and older as well come away blaming themselves. Many times it becomes a vicious cycle repeating itself over a persons lifetime. There is help. Research. Find a professional that will work with the victim. Most of all, allow time. It takes a swift act to rob a person of their current life path and spirals the spirit into a blind, numb and lonely maze. Try to remember that you are never alone. Many people have had the same things happen and we all survive to go on to stronger tomorrows.
Find support and strength in numbers. http://rapecrisis.com/
This link has a 24hr online hotline*
Friday, May 13, 2011
This is it?
It seems that I spent my first 20 years identifying myself from my families fears, anger and introverted nature. Much of what happened within individual homes was mirrored in Hollywood, behind closed doors with separate beds. Sex was not a mystery as much as a duty first and a secret. Period. Our largely Christian society strongly recommended that the wife stay at home with the children and housekeeping, while the husband brought home a paycheck. Everything was meant to run in an orderly fashion for what reason's can only be to feed the governmental head. The 50's had many great things within (it), but as with all generations (in a technological growing world), the old must die out to be replaced by the new. This is more in retrospect to people and their concepts or ideals than to any thing we may hold to be true.
We were suppose to be a catholic nation infiltrated by Martin Luther, Calvin and the rest of those seeking power in truth. Ironically we reside in a separation of power versus thought as religion can not rule (which is a big shocker even today).
It is not the church where God lives (if one is any doctrinal believer), but the individual seeker. Otherwise 'church' is a social gathering of like minds focused as a whole into a single chaotic thought. I say that because each person has their own agenda in spite of appearances or numbers. Most use music with directional guidance to focus those energies created within them. (Be they church, mosque,synagog or circle gathering.)
So where do I, the writer, find God and do I believe in him or her. As for that, what do I believe? Many believe me to be a heretic or sweetly (and quietly) mad. Perhaps I am. Without delving further into what I am or am not my true reason in writing this blog is to examine my own depression. Where does it come from and how is it tamed? Yes I am on medication, but I also believe that rubbing ointment on a wound only helps if you don't keep causing the wound to reoccur or grow. It would be interesting to know how many are 'on' anti-depressants and if the medications cure the ailment or just cover the wounds to keep them in the dark.
With this being the start of a new direction on my blog I will end till tomorrow. So far, the medications hold the darkness on one side of the door and the light peeking through the other. Good-night*
We were suppose to be a catholic nation infiltrated by Martin Luther, Calvin and the rest of those seeking power in truth. Ironically we reside in a separation of power versus thought as religion can not rule (which is a big shocker even today).
It is not the church where God lives (if one is any doctrinal believer), but the individual seeker. Otherwise 'church' is a social gathering of like minds focused as a whole into a single chaotic thought. I say that because each person has their own agenda in spite of appearances or numbers. Most use music with directional guidance to focus those energies created within them. (Be they church, mosque,synagog or circle gathering.)
So where do I, the writer, find God and do I believe in him or her. As for that, what do I believe? Many believe me to be a heretic or sweetly (and quietly) mad. Perhaps I am. Without delving further into what I am or am not my true reason in writing this blog is to examine my own depression. Where does it come from and how is it tamed? Yes I am on medication, but I also believe that rubbing ointment on a wound only helps if you don't keep causing the wound to reoccur or grow. It would be interesting to know how many are 'on' anti-depressants and if the medications cure the ailment or just cover the wounds to keep them in the dark.
With this being the start of a new direction on my blog I will end till tomorrow. So far, the medications hold the darkness on one side of the door and the light peeking through the other. Good-night*
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