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The Benefits of MASSAGE THERAPY.
According to my latest findings related to Massage Therapy and the healthy benefits that can be experienced from such a simple treatment, many do not avail themselves of this alternative health-care for their physical bodies. Some do not because of the prohibitive cost of anywhere up to $70.00 an hour or more. Some because the availability of a good massage therapist simply does not exist within a reasonable traveling distance of their home. Or the lack of conducive help and attention from love ones that simply do not know how to help you in this area. Loved ones can buy a DVD and learn how to do these simplest of techniques, they don’t have to be a pro. But they have to have the care, the desire and ambition to help you. That’s all.
Well, my friends, let me tell you something good. Massage therapy of the human body is welcome by anyone that sincerely wants to give their aching muscles a little attention. The human body loves attention. A rub here, a tap there, causes all sorts of surface stimulation that the surface of the skin receives from sensory cells that will welcome any help it can get.
Now let’s get down to the gist of this topic. Massage is considered Static Exercise. Which means in this discussion, for the receiver to get their body exercised while they themselves are lying still. Sounds good already, huh?
Ok? Now, here are some of the benefits of massage therapy. Therapeutic Massage: is good for stress reduction, pain relief, and overall well being. Aids in removing waste thru the Lymphatic System, removes debris from the skin and red blood cells. Pathogenic toxins and cancer cells, while strengthening the immune system. Effleurage massage: is a fast, brisk, light motion back and forth across the surface of the skin to increase the heat on the surface of the skin. This helps the arteries, veins, nodes as well as the lymphatic system. Musculoskeletal Massage: helps to rid the ligament’s, tendons, joints, muscles and nerves of pain. I know this one especially well.
There, do you see what I am trying to tell you? The greatest thing about Massage Therapy is, at the onset of pain, soreness, stiffness, physical tension and anxiety, start working on your body then, even at the first sign of discomfort. I cannot stress this strong enough. Don’t procrastinate and put off your body when it is trying to relay a message to your “grey matter” that you have a problem coming your way. It is your body, take care of it immediately. If you wait days, weeks, months, years, you are a candidate for the Doctor’s office, for electrical treatment, surgery, corrective therapy and a whole plethora of expensive medical bills, and hardship on yourself and your family. Take care of you immediately. That body is the only thing that you really own. That body is the House for the Soul, take care of the House, and your Soul will take care of YOU. Do the preventive thing, please?
I performed those types of massage therapies on others, and have seen some very good benefits with my own eyes. My Mother was able to walk without limping again, and dancing, she was 77 yo. Another lady had problems with her ligaments and tendons. I was able to help her to regain better mobility to go back to dancing, she was in her early fifties. My Grandmother was about to lose her left leg from a mild and advancing onset of Gangrene, she kept the leg, but she did lose her index toe on her left foot. I had to fight with the Doctors on this one. Power of Attorney, signed by her for me to take care of her, and I did. There are more that I could list here. Some of you will see me one day, and I will go into greater detail, with no time restraints.
I am not exaggerating here. You see the HEALER is within YOU. I simply brought the necessary catalytic event of LOVE and WILLINGNESS and SKILLS and ENERGY, to help wake up the Healer inside them. I kind of JUMP- STARTED them, if you will. Pun intended ;- ) But massage therapy works.
This is my work, to teach, counsel and educate the chosen few, that is willing to listen and DO IT. Go with GOD, when the smoke clears, YOU will still be standing. Life is not easy, you will have to work for your own sense of mental peace and physical wellness. Your body is YOUR responsibility. Take care of it. May life be good to you all.
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My Own Personal BLACK FLIGHT!
Greetings to the chosen few.
At this time I am going to elaborate on an old adage called “WHITE FLIGHT” in a kind of reverse way.
My friends, “White Flight” was and still is a term used to signify White people moving away from their homes and neighborhoods because of the influx of Blacks or some other Race or Class of people moving in, and destroying their peace of mind. I have been exposed to that term as a black man. I have lived thru this and understand the nature of this plight.
When I moved into my neighborhood, there were approximately 90% White and 10% Black living here. That was 36-years ago when I purchased my home. Now I too am about to move, because of the chaos from mixed people that happens to be moving in and destroying my neighborhood.. I am not going to defame anyone here because I see this type of movement going on everywhere now amongst all races around the globe. Not because of a particular race, but because of a particular mindset. There are all kinds of people traveling thru my neighborhood. But what bothers me most is the Extreme amount of noise and mayhem they bring, and consider it normal. This chaotic behavior, that only ceases for about 3 1/2 hours in a 24 hour period. That is the only time that I can get some good sleep. From around 2:30am to 6:00am. I need normal peace and quiet.
Now, Black Flight is in reference to me, since I am Black. I am going to do a Black Flight thing and fly away from this perpetual mayhem and chaotic ass neighborhood. I need large amounts of peace and quiet so I can think, and remain in good health and live long and strong. My neighborhood is destroying me unintentionally, but non-the-less destroying my peace of mind anyway, and theirs also.
I have very good skills that I would like to put to use here, but no one is interested in deep thinking, reading, learning, about good behavior, dignity, pride, and self preservation. I started a small counseling center with the promise from my neighbors that they would come, and set down and talk about ourselves, and build ourselves up, and come together. A place to commune and air out problems, to solve problems, to reestablish love into our homes. To get together and help ourselves, paint a house, mow a yard, repair a roof, what ever it took to help each other and to have each others back. Instead of sitting around sucking out of a 40-oz, killing brain cells or draging on a Joint nullifying your brain cells or injesting some kind of drug into their bodies killing more brain cells and committing slow suicide. While they are wasting their time away doing noncreative and destructive personal things we could throw a Bar-be-que, have a great time and fix up someones home, which is creative and usefull and beautiful. But no one came. I had to close the Center 3-months later. No one cared enough to persue a good thing with their own neighbors or family. That’s really sad.
Now, I still have the key to open that door to my own prosperity and others as well. But my people in my area are bound down in misery. They don’t seem to know or have the desire to activate their own powers of love and compassion, and help each other in my area, that is experiencing crime and all types of chaos. My neighborhood is dying a slow death, and I cannot help out, because no one else cares to listen to me. But, you know, as a second thought, only a few really listened to Jesus, and he was God in man, so who am I, for someone to listen to? Nobody, I suppose.
Since I am on a quest for peace of mind, I plan to move to an area of the country that maybe, just maybe, can use a little spiritual motivation. Just maybe I can or will be able to find a home for my spiritual motivational practice. Just maybe there is a unique area of people that still cares and would cater to someone like me, that I would be willing to volunteer my services and skills that I have learned during my lifetime, that I would freely give away. Just to see a smile, a really happy face, a home that has been repaired, a neighbor that has made friends with their neighbor. Kids playing in a safe environment, adults that are conducive to their learning and upbringing. My art of Philosophy, Spirituality, and Counseling learned from 34-yrs of studying, along with extensive travels in 45 of the 48 United States in an 18-wheeler, alone, and overseas via the Military, must not go to waste. I must find that new home for my spiritual freedom, so my body can get some rest. I can’t do that here. I want to grow wings and fly. I want to ascend to a higher plane of thought and bring as many as I can with me to a new dimension inside ourselves that will shine like the brightest star, outside. That others can see, how I/we have overcome ourselves.
To those that personally know me, you know what and where I am referring to. To my new friends on the pathway to sanity I will share more with you personally and online. I am not in the business of downgrading and vilifying, and talking ugly about others. I mean to talk uP to you. I mean well, but this is real. I have a dream too, of wonderment and peace and love.
Black Flight is what I am going to do. I am not a black man running away from trouble, I am a black man running toward salvation. I speak the truth for all of us, as we are ONE on this planet earth. Peace
A UFO, my own true story.
On one fateful summer night in 1966, I was on guard duty at an ammo dump in Fort Bragg, N. C. This is a special and needful part of our military’s duties, that most Infantry soldiers has to and will carry out.
The night was dark as usual in the piney woods, PITCH BLACK. As we were changing the guard, which is four hours on and four hours off, my name finally, agonizingly rolled around. My name was called out loud in a forceful blast, commanding me to snatch my half-asleep mind into the reality of the real world of military charm and grace. Being a Paratrooper in the 82nd. Airborne and Infantry trained, can be quite a test of discipilinary resolve and mind control over your emotional self.
Dragging my sleepy carcass up out of my bunk, moving thru dark shadows of other troops around me, was almost a robotic action. I never heard the other soldier’s name being called that was to join me, neither did I really care. That name happened to be attached to a friend of mine from Chicago. We became a good M-60 Gunner Team later on in combat.
He and I boarded the jeep and sped off into the night. With a backward glance I allowed my gaze to rest upon the peace and quiet and warmness of my camp as it quickly faded into the gloom of night.
After only a few minutes of bumping and jerking along pothole avenue our G. I. Limo came upon our destination point, our four hour security detail far from anyone except GOD. This ammo dump was an enclosed perimmeter of barbed wire and steel posts, with a large oblong, partially submerged concrete reinforced steel building inside. Stored inside here are all kinds of ammo and supplies for the use of Uncle Sam’s best human fighting machines.
Disembarking from my G. I. Limo (Jeep) and slinging my M-16 Rifle over my shoulder, arranging my steel pot on my head, I moved toward our guard post, little aware of the other two soldiers trading places with us for their ride back to a better place of sanity, that those nice warm blankets and bunks had to offer.. As My buddy PFC. Evans and myself assumed our positions in front of the Ammo Dump, we tossed a coin to see who would start that long thirty minute walk around that lonely perimmeter. Joking about the darkness we promised each other, “If I fire my rifle or start yelling, the other would start Hot-footing it back to my position and I to wherever he is in the darkness. Thankfully we were armed with these little O. D. Green flashlights to help us peer into the darkness a little bit.
At the toss of the coin, I bet heads and won, therefore my buddy was on his way, for the first patrol. As he blended into the night, I stood quietly to listen to the clump, clump, clump of those combat boots fade away into the still and soundless night.
Wel, we alternated walking periods until past 2300 hours. It’s his turn again to stroll that hard concrete pathway, and me to stand as sentinel once again, at the gate.
(Note: this story is true. Some names has been changed to protect privacy and Military rules only. The following is a real encounter of the paranormal).
At approximately 2315 hours I stood there peering into the night, waiting for our final hour to end, so we could be whisked away and replaced by another two guards, when all of a sudden, I could see a bright shiny spot of light moving across the starry black night. I gave this not much thought as comets fall all the time, spreading their glow across the heavens as they plummet toward tera firma on clear nights in the countryside. But this comet refused to fall to the ground or go on it’s journey to earth. Shockingly it made an acute left turn in my direction with no visible tail behind it. Just above tree-top level some hundred yards or so, the brightly lit orb grew a little larger and came a hell of a lot closer to me. Then it hoovered above the trees for a moment— then dropped out of sight.
Somewhere in the back of my mind I can hear the running sounds of heavy combat boots rushing closer to me, also my name being called out in a winded, labored voice, straining against it’s own excitement.
“Private Love, Private Love, what the hell is going on, what was that, did you see that, what’s going on over there”? He asked. “I don’t know, I just saw the thing a moment ago, land amongst those trees over there, I guess” I said. He was winded and totally freaked out at the moment from what he had seen. Automatically he began to lock and load his M-16 Rifle, to prepare for an assult upon yonder intruder. I was amazed more than he, I had been closer to this thing.
Paratroopers are trained in fear management, it is ok to feel fear, but to acknowledge it, control it, then redirect it back to it’s source. We stood our ground, wondering in hushed voices what should we do about this situation. Immediately, the decision was agreed upon, to go into the piney woods and take a look-see.
Locking and loading my own M-16 and adjusting my 45-Colt, I took a moment out and took a deep breath to clear my mind, my nerves, and try to swallow my heart, that was up in my throat. Side by side in combat ready positions we strolled as one, cautiously, one step at a time, in the direction of the light. No more words was spoken, as none was needed as we inched closer. Moving approximately 100-yards from our original position, thru the trees a bit— there it was, our visitor.
Resting on a pine needle floor, in a small clearing, glowing as bright as a car’s headlight, illuminating all the trees around it, was a disc-shaped object, about two feet in diameter, much smaller that originally thought. We froze, staring at it, holding our rifles in a ready position, scared half out of our minds. Our poor feeble brains could not agree upon shooting the damn thing, so we just stared and stared, afraid to talk or breathe too loudly. I managed to squeeze a word out from my rear I guess, I told PFC. Evans to “get our butts out of here” he agreed instantly.
As we turned to leave, there was this gigantic pull of static electricity tugging at our clothing and hair. We wheeled around on our heels to face this awesome source of magnetic pull. The silver disk was slowly rising up from the ground, making no noise at all, not even a hum. As the UFO rose up the energy field around us was fantastic. That field of raw static nerve shaking sensation was to be remembered forever, even in my dreams at night. It moved to tree-top level, then for a moment in time, just hoovered there, then soundlessly, from a stationary position—– shot straight up into the night sky, did a 90-degree turn, then disappeared in a streak of white light.
We were both picked up a few minutes later, but PFC. Evans and I agreed to not say a word about this encounter. We did not talk to anyone else about that encounter, only when we were alone. After all these years I am writing about it here. I do not know why, and don’t expect anyone to believe me. But, I do hope you enjoyed the story, and that is was not a waste of your valuable time. What this has to do with Lovology is maybe why I am writing it here. Lovology is only for the few true chosen ones that has had amazing and wonderful things happen to them in mystical, magical, marvelous ways, and the real. The ones that can visualize wonderment and beauty in life and nature and in God. To seek peace and persue it. We are not alone, we have ourselves and a creator of awesome things yet to be seen.
PFC. Evans returned home to Chicago after discharge, and I to Louisiana, never to see each other again. I tried to visit him once while trucking thru Chicago one time, but no one knew where he was. The memories of that incidental night is still as fresh as the night it happened in the summer of 1966, at Fort Bragg, North Carolina, now in my dreams.
Becoming and Being a Writer.
These thoughts of becoming and being a writer haunts the very fabric of my being.
These thoughts ride the wave lengths of my mind and soul like a living thing, restless, nervous, giddy and excited.
I relish the thought of being in a quiet place at home or in the wilderness, putting pen to paper in the serene environment of a peaceful world of my choosing, breathing in deeply the heavenly eathers.
Since I love to communicate verbally at warp-speed, bursting out all over with energetic words of wisdom and motivation, writing would be the corner-stone or the bringing together possibly the two most powerful things known to man. One is my belief in GOD. The other is using a computer to bring me together as a unique entity. (1) myself, (2) God, (3) and the computer. A trinity of sorts. This sounds like a powerful medium indeed, almost a spiritual high pondering the reality of this combination.
At 49-years old I had a lot to talk about concerning this self-same prose. Now I am 67, and I plan to use my remaining days on earth to have my say, to research, practice, and to leave behind a legacy of Dr. Love and Lovology.
Writing may be the special ingredient that completes the puzzle that I have seen in space, that my day will come to ascend into the Heavens with the Master, as I will have attained my own mastership, earned by pain and toil and woe, while here on earth.
You too can ascend to higher levels in your own mind. But first, you need to get to know who you are, what you are, and why you are here on earth. We must all find our own special invisible path, to discern the visible path that is already laid out for us before time began. Just open your inner eyes and explore the possibilities of finding your own way back home. You cannot find the Spiritual you outside yourself, because it is right there with you all the time.
You can’t see the forest for the trees, because you are standing inside the forest. Step outside the forest and you can look back and see all of the trees. Meaning: Step outside of your own little box(mind), and look at yourself in a mirror in an objective way. Reintroduce your spirit to your own body, and allow your own spirit to see you for what you really are, a spiritual being learning how to be human. You see > your spirit is inside you looking out thru your eyes, which are the windows to the world, and observing where it lives, inside this physical body, absorbing all the goings on of your daily experiences in life and recording all of this information into the book-of-knowledge (meta-speculation: the Medulla Oblongota). It sees everything that you do and experiences all the sensations of the six senses. Try to record good stuff that you do, since this good stuff will make your life a lot better. I believe that the Human Being is God’s greatest creation. Get to know YOU, the I AM. Think upon this wisdom. You will find yourself. From this point on you can aspire to be a writer too. Fin.
You Can Judge Others!
Yes, you can judge others. 1 Corinthians 2:15, says: the spiritual man can judge all things, and not be subjected to any man’s judgement, (especially non-believers). A spiritual man/woman listens to God’s voice (superconscious mind inside you), spiritual law. Inside each and everyone of us is a Higher Mind, the mind that places you in a position to be the best that you can be on this earth. Believe in the truth and you will exalt yourself to be the best, never having to think at a lower level with your mind in the gutter. You will strive to do what is right instead of what is not right, because you would have the mind of Christ.
You should not judge others if you stand to be judged yourself. This wisdom weaves itself thru Spirituality, Philosophy, Psychology, Ontology, Epistemology, Cosmology and the Common mind. I Am a Metaphysician/Researcher of Spiritual Laws, I Am authorized thru Man and God to say these things. I am not perfect, but I am blessed in many ways.
Also, the Bible does not contradict itself, it simply gives you different points of view so you can make up your own mind concerning wisdom: that which is right, true, and lasting. And above all else, get LOVE inside your HEART, and show it with your MIND, by the good things that you do.. understand?
MY NEIGHBORHOOD-70805
My friends, at this time my heart is heavy with grief and sadness. Sadness that has taken years to build, from what I have seen, and what is to come of my home and neighborhood. I am writing now about my own neighborhood, and the possibility of my not being able to live here much longer. Death, in the form of Blight and loss of inner civility is upon us, right now, in my neighborhood, as well as others across the world. At this writing, I am focusing on my own particular indigenous neighborhood, zip code 70805.
When I first bought my home here, in Istrouma Subdivision, the neighborhood was relativity quiet and peaceful. The older white homeowners were moving out, complaining about the noise and loss of peace of mind caused by the transient nature of people moving in tearing up the neighborhood and moving out. That was in 1976, when I purchased my home here.
In 1982 I wrote a letter to the local Advocate newspaper, complaining about the noise and loss of civility, and what can we do to stop this drain on sensitive nerves now before we have gone too far and loss control of ourselves.
Why are we hurting each other over trivial matters? Why is my neighborhood dying? Why do we need the Police to come into our neighborhood and control us? Why is it we cannot control ourselves, that we have to be forced to do the right thing? Why is it our Young brothers and sisters seemingly hate their own kind, and wantonly kill each other off as if we have no heart or love for each other here? Why is the children fighting with their parents? Why has the Parents lost so much control? Why is there so much noise and mayhem spiraling out of control? Why are we on earth, to maim and mutilate and destroy, or to love, help heal and create? Where has the sanity gone? Do we have any reason to hope for a better future? Is this all there is to life, garbage and despair, and senselessness? Did we lose sight of God?
Yes we did! We have lost sight of our creator, and now we serve another god. The god of Confusion is in charge now where I live. People think that killing each other, and making others lives miserable has no consequence. They think that making your neighbor put up with their noise and mayhem is of no consequence, because they only think from the lower level of their minds. The Higher Level of Mind would not tolerate this type of behavior. Love thy neighbor as you would love yourself, is a Spiritual Law. Break that law and you make your neighbor suffer, and then you in turn will suffer too. Because you have destroyed the love and goodness between the two or more of you, and eradicated the True Spirit from amongst you. This law breaking follows the rule of Karma, it just keeps on going, and destroying at many levels.
But there is hope for us all, and I hope that I will see the goodness come about in my neighborhood, or I am going to have to dust my feet and flee from it. Get the hell out of dodge, and save myself, soon. That statement was exceedingly serious. I can’t stand living in my neighborhood and observe this pain and sadness and hopelessness much longer. No one is going to listen to me, I am just a little guy trying to survive too. But I have an intrinsic desire to LIVE. I have no need for a jail or a morgue, there is work for me to do. But with all the noise of gunfire, people fighting in the streets, neighbors fighting each other, chaos, mayhem and incivility, I have to go. I have a compassion for life and living, as I am an empathic human being. I feel pain for my neighbors and friends where I live. I care about them. I am not trying to infuriate anyone or start a fight. I just wish my neighborhood was at peace, and have some respect for others that desire quietness and mindfulness.
Get to know yourself. For inside yourself is the greatest of treasure. Nothing outside yourself is worth anything. Everything inside yourself is worth everything. The only thing that you really own is right there all the time, inside you. You cannot find yourself if you are already there, in the here and now. You will find yourself on an endless trip into nowhere, with no end in sight.
Space has no real exploration anymore. The depths of the oceans hides very little that we need to know. That is just stuff for the scientists to amuse themselves with. The real exploration is inside Yourself. Get to know who you are, then look in the mirror at what you really own. Know what you are all about, then you will see the thing that God created in his image. You are not lost, just temporarily confused.
We are slowly turning into Heathens. A Heathen, is an uncivilized and irreligious person. Which means: you are not civil, you are operating on a low level of humanity, breaking all the laws, spiritual and legal, with no sense of salvation of the physical body. You are irreligious, meaning you have no true God to save your soul. You are serving the lesser god on earth. The confuser of all things, the sensationalist god with empty promises of life. Know who you are.
Open up the Holy Bible about spiritual things, learn from Philosophy about the truth, Psychology about the mind, Religions that control your most heartfelt imaginings. Read any good book, look at any good movie, do something good and rewarding. Don’t be a parasite, that sucks the blood out of others and give nothing back in return, like an insect. Be a human of high standards and high quality, with dignity and pride, and wholesomeness, respectful and true, with high morals and virtue. Help build the other person, not tear them down. The Devil (evil) will tear you down to hell, believe me. I know who he is. He cannot harm me, but he causes my friends to harm themselves and suffer, therefore slowing me down with my work exposing the true god of confusion. Turn your back on this confusing thing and look to the ONE that is not the Master of Confusion. Our Creator God.
I love you all, but my neighborhood does not love themselves. My neighborhood is dying a slow death, both spiritually and physically, and I do not want to stay here and watch it happen. We as humans has the power inside to turn it all around. LOVE is the answer, and the way back from chaos to reality. Otherwise we are all LOST.
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