My life and challenge...

It is a beautiful fall morning and the breeze is rustling in the trees and is warm. The word challenge seems to dominate my life. First there was and is the challenge of cancer. It is ongoing as I try to rid myself of it through the various efforts of good food, good supplement support and healthy living. The bee stings were daunting and some painful and were a big challenge to use this as a means of healing. I ended up stinging myself over 1200 times. The 1K Wave Challenge which I was one of the winners of had a budget ceiling of $1000 and a filming to be finished by the end of July. It was taken on with much trepidation but I have persevered and on Friday night, 2 days from now we shall see how I did with it. My next challenge is upon me now. I have had a goal over the last 10 years to bring Homeopathy into as many lives as possible. To raise the awareness of this successful and safe way of dealing with illness. The Hollywood Survival Kit was in production and selling for 4 years but it was too expensive to make and to buy so I was advised to make a smaller Pocket Pack that was less expensive for people to buy and was therefore and effective way to introduce Homeopathy to people.. The Pocket Pack was first issued in 2007 and indeed it is a wonderful introduction for people as it has remedies almost all of us need from time to time. For stress, anxiety, colds, sprains, toothaches, headaches and sleeplessness to mention a few of the the conditions it deals with. My challenge now is to sell 500 Pocket packs before the year is over. Here is why. It all happened at the beginning of September when my supplier of the remedies BJain said that they could now supply my remedies for the Pocket Pack from their new laboratories in India. BJain is perhaps the largest publisher of Homeopathic books in the world and are tireless in their efforts to expand the use of Homeopathy world wide. Their Canadian Manager Yves Lavoie, a fine homeopath himself, has known me since he was at Dolisos who supplied the first Hollywood Survival Kit with remedies. It was on September 27th at a meeting in downtown Toronto when they said they could supply my Pocket Pack with product by the 1st of December. I signed the contracts and have taken the challenge to live by it. They broke the payments down to reasonable for the 1000 that I felt I needed to really launch the kit. All my efforts to create this launch of the Pocket Pack have taken place in the last two weeks. My financial obligations to do this has to be met by selling Pocket Packs as I have no bank roll to pay for it. I have to find 100 people who can understand my quest and will support it by buying Pocket Packs before October 15th when my first payments are due. Another 100 Pocket Packs must be sold by November 15th to meet the next payment. It is a challenge and I am rising to it. I want to reach the public. I will use as my marketing to the public a free magazine called "Homeopathy and US, that will be at Toronto health food stores by mid November if I can raise the $1000 to publish the first issue. It is already written. It will be for people like you and I who use Homeopathy and are willing to share their experiences. People who will write testimonials to share with the public. Homeopathy is a peoples medicine and I am sure it will grow as more and more people read the testimonials and buy the Pocket Pack and discover that Homeopathic remedies are successful. That they have no side effects is a great plus for even herbal remedies have side effects. My life is full of challenge and I rise to each as best I can. I have gone forward with the launch of the Pocket Pack at this time as I feel my old and new friends and those I reach will buy the Pocket Pack and use it to deal with everyday health problems that we all share. On the 12th I will see my film for the first time with an audience and know how well I dealt with the !KWave challenge to make a feature documentary for $1000. I will also begin

my next challenge to sell 100 Pocket Packs by October 15th.

Today's nature

The houses along the street are covered in snow.
A foot high winter wonderland created in an hour.
Now the shovelers come all bundled up and eager,
for the wind is low and the light as clear as the air is fresh.

Snow flies and techniques are varied; a pleasant sight…
How wonderful to have eyes that can see what is…

And now the sidewalks are wet from the heat of the day;
dark brushstrokes separating snow filled yards and snow deep streets.

The passing of Doug Dales

Too steep he paid a price poor prince
now dead and gone beyond us far.
How much I miss your honesty and love.
The twinkle in your eye meant much more.

But you are gone now away for ever and a day
into places we have yet to see or feel or know.
I'm not so far behind so it will not be too long
till we put our heads together and sing another song

My Life wends its way.

My life wends its way. I am a leaf on a breezy street.

The movie is shot. The director is in the hospital.

I took his seat and finished his last four days

full of sadness for a friend I love: my heart bleeds.


A few days ago leaving the studio for a weekend

we smiled and allowed that the filming was great.

We will not fail was in our eyes and I full of joy,

to help a new director; someone worthy to create.


I am with hope for all is not lost until the last breath out.

We are strong creatures and within is all the power

and us the masters to love ourselves back to health.

I am with hope both for my friend Doug and myself.

I am inundated with life!!!

I am inundated with life and its all encompassing needs
I am just another ear but my mouth just feeds
Oracles have an easier time and are more sublime
But I do my best and try to live in rhyme

So the tests were done and my arm now waits
Perhaps its how life lives with the fates
What is time but a passing self born fantasy
For in each second all life takes its eternity

A week to go and the film starts shooting
And now the urgency of weeks ago are real
And those who did not understand the minutes
Now have seconds to discover my realities

I rise to all the questions from others and myself
For is not life just a parade of waiting on a shelf
Karma plays loud and answers are revealed
Was it ever otherwise? We are all the same breed.

Doctor surgeon save me now before I come to greater harm.
Take the tests; more ultrasound, the needle biopsy too.
You felt the lumps, called for a mammogram and last of all
yes last of all, the Kat scan to see me through and through.

My weight loss lends to make me know something is amiss
Is it infection or is it cancer is what you must decide.
And then its up to me to hear the path you wish to take
And me decide just how to move what vehicle I’ll ride.

Will I say yes if you say go the route of surgery?
Take the chemo, radiation just like most would do.
Or should I go a natural way, right food and actions clear
And know that path is open and it too can be true..

There are no guarantees in life.
No secret ways of knowing.
But I am master of my path.
Of which way I’ll be going.

We mortals grasp at every straw, maybe it is nothing at all,
The Cat scan says my heart is fine so’re my lungs and liver
Just the armpit finds me doc and makes me a strong believer
Except I don’t pray or maybe I do a sinner hoping to save a fall.

Still more tests to go and they will tell me more
so I live on the edge of an apartment ledge
hoping the wind will be just a breeze
and the worst I will have is the occasional sneeze.

I’ll stay off the coffee and drink ginger tea
Alter the foods that go into me
Guard my body with a mind more sane
Think better thoughts and take care of me.




A leaf needs no strength to live through a storm
It is only a matter of relaxing to the blow.
So it is with all things come to pass
It is not what but how we bend gently.

Yes the biopsy is next with the mammogram and the ultrasound.
There is not telling what the seed of the discomfort is,
enough to know it rests isolated in its space
bigger yes, but not invasive to other parts as yet.

The herbalist said that after diagnosis she can tell
how to fit into a healing shell.
So all wait patiently to hear the longish name,
translated into plants to end the game.



Calmness, grace and inner strength

A way of being to enfold the form

As simple as breathing out

Life is what its all about.

Hahnemann's early life in his own words.

This is an excerpt from The Life and Letters of Dr. Samuel Hahnemann by Thomas Lindsley Bradford, M. D. It is clear on reading this how special Hahnemann is. His early life is a marvel for the education he received from people who recognized his abilities. The moral and ethical underpinnings of his role models guided him all his life.

August 30, 1791

I was born April 10, 1755, in the Electorate of Saxony, one of the most beautiful parts of Germany. This circumstance, as I grew up to manhood, doubtless contributed a great deal to my veneration for the beauties of nature. My father, Christian Gottfried Hahnemann, together with my mother, Johanna Christiana, born Spiess, for a pastime taught me to read and write. My father died four years ago (1787.) Without being deeply versed in science (he was a designer in a porcelain manufactory in his native place, and is the author of a brief treatise on painting in water colors) he had the soundest ideas of what may be considered good and worthy, and he implanted them deeply on my mind.

To live and to act without pretence or show was his most noteworthy precept, and his example was even more impressive than his words. He was always present, though often unobserved, in body and soul wherever any good was to be done. In his acts he discriminated with the utmost nicety between the noble and the ignoble, and he did it with a justness which was highly creditable to his tender feelings. In this respect, too, he was my preceptor. He seemed to have ideas of the first principles of creation, of the dignity of humanity, and of its ennobling destiny, that were not in the least inconsistent with his manner of acting. This gave direction to my moral training. To speak of my mental training, I spent several years in the public school of Meissen so as to go thence, in my sixteenth year, to the private school (Fiirstenschule), in the same place, and four years thereafter to attend the University of Leipsic. There was nothing noteworthy respecting me at school, except that Master Muller, my teacher in ancient languages and German composition, who besides living a great deal for the world and me, was rector of the Meissen private school, and scarcely has had his equal in industry and honesty, loved me as his own child and allowed me liberties in the way of study, which I am thankful for to this day, and which had a perceptible influence upon my subsequent studies. In my twelfth year he entrusted to me to impart to others the rudiments of the Greek language. Moreover, in his private classes with his boarders and myself, he listened attentively and lovingly to my critical exposition of the old writers, and often preferred my meaning to his own. I was often overtaxed and became ill from study, and was the only one who was excused from lessons at times unsuitable for me, and who was permitted to hand in written exercises or other work performed subsequently, and to read foreign treatises on the lessons. I had free access to him at all times of the day, and in many respects was given the preference in public to many others; and, nevertheless, which is very strange, my fellow pupils loved me. All this together speaks volumes in praise of a Saxony private school.

Here I was less solicitous about reading than about digesting what was read, and was careful to read little, but to read correctly and to classify it in my mind before reading further. My father did not wish me to study at all; he repeatedly took me from the public school for a whole year, so that I might pursue some other business more suited to his income. My teachers prevented this by not accepting any pay for my schooling during the last eight years, and they entreated him to leave me with them and thus indulge my propensity for learning. He did not resist their entreaty, but could do nothing more for me. On Easter, 1775, he let me go to Leipsic, taking with me twenty thalers for my support. This was the last money received from his hand. He had several other children to educate from his scanty income, enough to excuse any seeming negligence in the best of fathers.

By giving instruction in German and French to a rich young Greek from Jassy, in Moldavia, as well as by translating English books, I supported myself for the time, intending to leave Leipsic after a stay of two years.

I can conscientiously bear testimony that I endeavored to practice in Leipsic also, the rule of my father, never to be a passive listener or learner. I did not forget here, however, to procure for my body, by outdoor exercise, that sprightliness and vigor by which alone continued mental exertion can be successfully endured.

During this stay in Leipsic I attended lectures only at such hours as seemed best suited to me, although Herr Bergrath Porner, of Meissen, had the kindness to furnish me with free tickets to the lectures of all the medical professors. So I read by myself, unweariedly of course, but always only of the best that was procurable, and only so much as I could digest. My fondness for practicing medicine, as there is no medical school at Leipzig, led me to go to Vienna at my own expense. But a malicious trick which was played upon me and which robbed me of my public reputation acquired in Leipsic (repentance demands atonement, and I say nothing about names and circumstances) was answerable for my being compelled to leave Vienna after a sojourn of three-fourths of a year. During these nine months I had had for my support only sixty-eight florins and twelve kreutzers. To the hospital of Brothers of Charity, in the Leopoldstadt, and to the great practical genius of the Prince’s family physician, named Von Quarin, I am indebted for my calling as a physician. I had his friendship, and I might also say his love, and I was the only one of my age whom he took with him to visit his private patients. He respected, loved and instructed me as if I had been the first of his pupils, and even more than this, and he did all without expecting to receive any compensation from me.

My last crumbs of subsistence were just about to vanish when the Governor of Transylvania, Baron von Bruckenthal, invited me under honorable conditions to go with him to Hermanstadt as family physician and custodian of his important library. Here I had the opportunity to learn several other languages necessary to me, and to acquire some collateral knowledge that was pertinent and still seemed to be lacking in me.

I arranged and catalogued his matchless collection of ancient coins as well as his vast library, practiced medicine in this populous city for a year and nine months and then departed, although very unwillingly, from these honorable people to receive at Erlangen the degree of doctor of medicine, which I was then able to do from my own attainments. To the Privy Councillor, Delius, and Councillors Isenflamm, Schreber and Wendt, I am indebted for many favors and much instruction.

Councillor Schreber taught me what I still lacked in Botany.

On August 10, 1779, I defended my dissertation, and, thereupon, received the honorable title of doctor of medicine.

The instinctive love of a Swiss for his rugged Alps cannot be more irresistible than that of a native of Saxony for his fatherland.

I went thither to begin my career as a practicing physician in the mining town of Hettstadt, in Mansfield county. Here it was impossible to develop either inwardly or outwardly, and I left the place for Dessau in the spring of 1781, after a sojourn of nine months. Here I found a better and more cultured society. Chemistry occupied my leisure hours and short trips made to improve my knowledge of mining and smelting filled up the yet quite large dormer windows in my mind.

Towards the close of the year 1791, I received an insignificant call as physician to Gommern, near Magdeburg. The size of the town being considerable, I looked for a better reception and business than I found in the two years and three-fourths which I passed in this place.

There had lived as yet no physician in this little place to which I had removed, and the people had no idea concerning such a person.

Now I began for the first time to taste the innocent joys of home along with the delights of business in the companionship of the partner of my life, who was the step-daughter of Herr Haseler, an apothecary in Dessau, and whom I married immediately after entering upon the duties of this position. Dresden was the next place of my sojourn.

I played no brilliant role here, probably because I did not wish to do so. However, I lacked here neither friends nor instruction. The venerable Doctor Wagner, the town physician, who was a pattern of unswerving uprightness, honored me with his intimate friendship, showed me clearly what legal duties belonged to the physician (for he was master in his art), and for a year delivered over to me on account of his illness, with the magistrate’s consent, all of his patients (in the town hospitals), a wide field for a friend of humanity. Moreover, the Superintendent of the Electoral Library, Councillor Adelung, became very fond of me and, together with the Librarian, Dossdorf, contributed a great deal towards making my sojourn interesting and agreeable. Four years thus elapsed, more speedily to me in the bosom of my increasing family, than to the unexpected heir to great riches, and I went about the time of Michaelmas, 1789, to Leipsic, in order to be nearer to the fountain of science. Here I quietly witness the Providence which Destiny assigns to each of my days, the number of which lies in her hand.

Four daughters and one son, together with my wife, constitute the spice of my life. In the year 1791 the Leipsic Economical Society, and on the second of August of the same year the Electoral Mayence Academy of Science, elected me a fellow member.

Excerpted from: The Life and Letters of Dr. Samuel Hahnemann by Thomas Lindsley Bradford, M. D.

Words of Lincolm worth thinking about

I am lucky to read this and think about it for it gives me resolve in what I am doing with my life. In reading these passages it also brought to mind how far below his dreams we have become. Stopping to think what we have become as people and how we are being led is truely sad for it seems we have lost our way and have all our priorities wrong. Read on and make up your own mind.

Below this article is a URL that will lead you to a startling history of Homeopathy, Lincoln and the criminal acts to mankind the newly formed AMA as they witch hunted the successful Homeopaths as they do today.

In the end I know why I am militant. The world is being cheated; its health and its wealth in the biggest scam in history modern medicine as a first defense to treat people. This is not to say medicine does not have a place in our health treatment but its place is not as arbiter of our fate.



Lincoln The Great Communicator
By Steve Hayes, Novus Medical Detox Center Director

Abraham Lincoln was born on February 12, 1809, in Kentucky in a one room log cabin. From an early age he did manual labor and was only in school for a brief time. His education came from reading the few books he could find. He became a successful lawyer but attracted the attention of the nation when he became one of the chief members of the new Republican Party.

In 1860, Lincoln won the election for the presidency--even though he was not even on the ballot in a number of states in the South that promptly seceded after Lincoln's election. Lincoln wanted to save the Union and bring the southern states back. The resulting civil war was both bloody and very unpopular. He hated slavery, but many in the North were opposed to fighting to free the slaves and only wanted to make the southern states return to the Union. Lincoln saw his job as protecting the Union and was willing to allow slavery to continue--if he had do it. Criticized by people perhaps more than any president in our history, Lincoln persisted.

However, it was not through the power of his army but the ability of his words to communicate, not with the fears of the people but with their hopes and dreams, that not only saved the Union but also freed the slaves. Lincoln's success is also a reminder to all of us that it is not luck or the accident of birth that determines success, but the content of a person's character and ability to persist until a goal is reached. More has been written about Lincoln than any other American. We wanted to share with you some of wisdom of this self-taught man.

If I were to try to read, much less answer, all the attacks made on me, this shop might as well be closed for any other business. I do the very best I know how - the very best I can; and I mean to keep doing so until the end. If the end brings me out all right, what's said against me won't amount to anything. If the end brings me out wrong, ten angels swearing I was right would make no difference.

As I would not be a slave, so I would not be a master. This expresses my idea of democracy. Whatever differs from this, to the extent of the difference, is no democracy.

With malice toward none, with charity for all, with firmness in the right as God gives us to see the right, let us strive on to finish the work we are in; to bind up the nation's wounds; to care for him who shall have borne the battle, and for his widow and his orphan - to do all which may achieve and cherish a just and lasting peace, among ourselves, and with all nations.

Whenever I hear any one arguing for slavery I feel a strong impulse to see it tried on him personally.

The probability that we may fall in the struggle ought not to deter us from the support of a cause we believe to be just; it shall not deter me.

I have been shown in the files of the War Department a statement of the Adjutant General of Massachusetts, that you are the mother of five sons who have died gloriously on the field of battle. I feel how weak and fruitless must be any words of mine which should attempt to beguile you from the grief of a loss so overwhelming. But I cannot refrain from tendering to you the consolation that may be found in the thanks of the Republic they died to save. I pray that our Heavenly Father may assuage the anguish of your bereavement, and leave you only the cherished memory of the loved and lost, and the solemn pride that must be yours, to have laid so costly a sacrifice upon the altar of Freedom.

I am not bound to win, but I am bound to be true. I am not bound to succeed, but I am bound to live by the light that I have. I must stand with anybody that stands right, and stand with him while he is right, and part with him when he goes wrong.

The best way to get a bad law repealed is to enforce it strictly.

Things may come to those who wait...but only the things left by those who hustle.

If you look for the bad in people expecting to find it, you surely will.

To stand in silence when they should be protesting makes cowards out of men.

Most folks are about as happy as they make their minds up to be.

I walk slowly, but I never walk backward.

I destroy my enemies when I make them my friends.

I know not how to aid you, save in the assurance of one of mature age, and much severe experience, that you can not fail, if you resolutely determine, that you will not.

I believe it is an established maxim in morals that he who makes an assertion without knowing whether it is true or false, is guilty of falsehood; and the accidental truth of the assertion, does not justify or excuse him.

Lincoln and Homeopathy What happened.
http://www.NaturalNews.com/025615_homeopathic_homeopathy_medicine.html

2010 Magic Numbers

Magic is a personal decision and so 2010 is officially magic in my lexicon of numbers. Sounds good doesn't it. Sort of foolish but then what we cannot know we can believe what we want. I can believe what I want.

Is it truer if more people believe it? Not if we cannot know. And yet the human over the centuries has created his belief systems mostly based on what he cannot know. Vast empires of religions have risen and fallen or lie stagnant waiting for a shriveling up and all are based on what we cannot know.

There is lots than we can know. Humans have the capacity to experience and learn from observation. We can store information and have learned to store it even into electronic space so we can gain experience even without experiencing things directly. Thus over time through experiences we can directly learn and know.

I have been one to learn mostly by experiencing first hand. It is only later in my life that words and what they mean have come more to the fore of my mind. My real experiences in life through film making, healing and teaching get me to this point of real confidence in the reality of what I can know.

What I cannot know is of use as well. As I get older I get both more controlled and wilder in my creativity at every level. I explore my curiosity continually for it challenges me at every turn.

I meditate. It helps me stay in charge of my mind more Slowly the wild child is settling down to perform the more serious work of the person I am. The healer, helper and motivator; the artist, creator and activist.

What are we? A Christmas wish.

http://www.ted.com/talks/jill_bolte_taylor_s_powerful_stroke_of_insight.html

As I listen to Jill Bolte take me from the left side of my brain, my operating systems to my right side of my brain that is connected to the Universe I open more and more to the greatness of our energies. It is a remarkable experience and joins us all in the most complete ways.

My poems seem to echo the ideas.

Walking through tall grass,
is it any wonder that it rains?
Flowers appear.

To stand in the sun and feel its energy inside myself,
a blessing that attaches me to all.
Flowers blossom into colours.
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An atom controlled has power beyond the imagining mind.
How powerful each of ourselves are: so many atoms.
Every seed is everything,

Merry Chriatmas

Such a special time of year. How lucky I am to be able to once again celebrate with my family and friends and my blog.
I am up in Restoule in the country with my brother and his family on their Honey farm. What a hive of energy every day and today is no exception. The turkey in the stove the vegetables being diced for cooking and mashing. The stuffing being made and the gravy stock the turkey neck on the boil.
We all have made different versions of Liptauer and Stef says we are in a Lipoff. 4 kinds including one made by Stephen who is from Uganda and doing research at York. He is helping me to write my stories.
I hope everyone who reads this has a wonderful day enjoying life to its fullest.