It's the Swine Flu pandemic.... most of us are sick. Whether we've actually got the Swine Flu, only a Doctor can tell us, after he or she runs his million tests. Who's got time for that now, during exams??? Please....
So you've got a cough? Dry? Chesty?
Home Remedy #1 - Egg Coffee
-Break an egg in a cup, and add a tablespoon (or two, if you've got a sweet-tooth) of condensed milk
-Beat the mix with a fork
-In another cup, add coffee powder (as much as you want), and boiling hot water, till about 3/4
cup.
-Pour the egg-condensed milk mix into the coffee, and stir well.
-Drink this HOT!!!
Sore Throat???
Home Remedy #2 - Honey and Lemon
-Squeeze half a lemon (no seeds) into a cup
-Add a bit of honey in
-Add boiling hot water and mix
-Drink this HOT!!!
Stuffed Nose???
Home Remedy #3 - Vapour Treatment
-Use a pail preferably
-Add boiling hot water till half way
-Add a few fingerfuls of Vicks Vapour Rub (Or Mentholatum)
-Place your head over the pail and cover with a towel (So you get the full vapour treatment)
If all this hardly does anything, then,well, you're probably scr***ed! Go see the Doc! :)
Thursday, June 18, 2009
Tuesday, June 16, 2009
Psychology VS GOD-o-logy
Psychology isn't a solution. It never is, it will never completely solve anything. It provides an outlet, a vent, a temporary relief. God bless the souls who persevere everyday and try and help, but unless we choose to REALLY help ourselves, we won't be getting anywhere. Long term, long lasting solution? GOD-o-logy. I'm not preaching. Neither am I philosophising. This is by no means a quick fix. It takes heaps of work, energy, commitment, discipline and belief.
Some of us have gone through so much of hurt/pain/anguish in our lives, we feel we are undeserving of EVERYTHING. Fair enough. What irks/irked me is/was when I hear the words "I don't deserve GOD" Who is ANYONE to tell you, you are undeserving of GOD? Who are WE to deem us undeserving of GOD?
Most of our parents teach/have taught us that we are undeserving. In the raising of children the word "No" is heard usually far more often than the word "Yes." This may be a natural consequence of raising a child and trying to teach the child what is right and what is wrong. But over time the "Nos" add up to such a great discrepancy against the "Yeses" that a child may develop low self-esteem. When one has low self-esteem, low confidence, vulnerable and down one does not feel deserving.
This is a general non-deserving feeling. With the "Nos" echoing in our head, everything we turned our desire upon, the first thing that came to mind consciously or unconsciously was a denial of that desire. This desire or holding off or away, came to feel like it was God holding us off or away.
And then some others who were/are in religious establishments that told/tell us that we were unworthy of God's love. We were to gain God's love by believing a certain way and or living a certain way. If we did not do this, we were outside of God's love. Being outside of God's love we began to feel as if we were undeserving. Obviously, this does not engender a close feeling with God.
You've got to come to realise that being a child of the Divine, a product of the Divine, you are always going to be accepted by God. And part of acceptance means that you are always loved by God. When you are loved by God as a daughter or son, then all that God has, is yours as well. And if you are loved by God as a daughter or son you are deserving. It cannot be any other way. You must decide to believe this. This decision to believe is an action step that you can and must take. You need to take back control of how you feel about yourself.
When you feel you are deserving, and you are, you will feel a closeness to God returning.
What can you do to demonstrate to yourself and that you are deserving? Simple - Working from the inside out. When you truly feel you are deserving on the inside, what would you do on the outside to demonstrate that to yourself? Certainly you can treat yourself to a special something. But don't overdo that and come to feel bad about yourself another way. Helping another person whom you know feels undeserving? Wouldn't that be a way to reinforce and demonstrate to yourself how deserving you are? Volunteering some time at a place where needy folks gathered? You are honouring other persons as deserving though they are down on their luck and this shows honour to yourself. Think about what you can do to honor the deservedness you find within yourself. Do it today. Do it now. And you will see that, as much as the next person deserves God, you do too!
Some of us have gone through so much of hurt/pain/anguish in our lives, we feel we are undeserving of EVERYTHING. Fair enough. What irks/irked me is/was when I hear the words "I don't deserve GOD" Who is ANYONE to tell you, you are undeserving of GOD? Who are WE to deem us undeserving of GOD?
Most of our parents teach/have taught us that we are undeserving. In the raising of children the word "No" is heard usually far more often than the word "Yes." This may be a natural consequence of raising a child and trying to teach the child what is right and what is wrong. But over time the "Nos" add up to such a great discrepancy against the "Yeses" that a child may develop low self-esteem. When one has low self-esteem, low confidence, vulnerable and down one does not feel deserving.
This is a general non-deserving feeling. With the "Nos" echoing in our head, everything we turned our desire upon, the first thing that came to mind consciously or unconsciously was a denial of that desire. This desire or holding off or away, came to feel like it was God holding us off or away.
And then some others who were/are in religious establishments that told/tell us that we were unworthy of God's love. We were to gain God's love by believing a certain way and or living a certain way. If we did not do this, we were outside of God's love. Being outside of God's love we began to feel as if we were undeserving. Obviously, this does not engender a close feeling with God.
You've got to come to realise that being a child of the Divine, a product of the Divine, you are always going to be accepted by God. And part of acceptance means that you are always loved by God. When you are loved by God as a daughter or son, then all that God has, is yours as well. And if you are loved by God as a daughter or son you are deserving. It cannot be any other way. You must decide to believe this. This decision to believe is an action step that you can and must take. You need to take back control of how you feel about yourself.
When you feel you are deserving, and you are, you will feel a closeness to God returning.
What can you do to demonstrate to yourself and that you are deserving? Simple - Working from the inside out. When you truly feel you are deserving on the inside, what would you do on the outside to demonstrate that to yourself? Certainly you can treat yourself to a special something. But don't overdo that and come to feel bad about yourself another way. Helping another person whom you know feels undeserving? Wouldn't that be a way to reinforce and demonstrate to yourself how deserving you are? Volunteering some time at a place where needy folks gathered? You are honouring other persons as deserving though they are down on their luck and this shows honour to yourself. Think about what you can do to honor the deservedness you find within yourself. Do it today. Do it now. And you will see that, as much as the next person deserves God, you do too!
Footprints
One Night a man had a dream. He dreamed he was walking along the beach with the Lord. Across the sky flashed scenes from his life. For each scene, he noticed two sets of footprints in the sand; one belonged to him and the other to the Lord.
When the last scene of his life flashed before him, he looked back at the footprints in the sand. He noticed that many times along the path of his life there was only one set of footprints. He also noticed that it happened at the very lowest and saddest times in his life.
This really bothered him and he questioned the Lord about it. "Lord, you said that once I decided to follow you you'd walk with me all the way, but I have noticed that during the most troublesome times in my life, there is only one set of footprints. I don't understand why when I needed you most you would leave me." The Lord replied, "My precious, precious child, I love you and would never leave you. During your times of trial and suffering when you see only one set of footprints, it was then that I carried you."
Monday, June 15, 2009
The night is darkest before the dawn....
"Human pain does not let go of its grip
at one point in time. Rather, it works its
way out of our consciousness over time.
There is a season of sadness.
A season of anger.
A season of tranquility.
A season of hope..."
– Robert Veninga
_____________________________________________________________________
Two proses/poems that were penned during dark times.....
Maybe I’m tired of this bullsh*t,
Of the way you’ve been treating me,
No matter what I say,
You don’t seem to see,
All the things you do and say,
Have burnt me on the inside,
Sometimes I feel like drowning you,
In all the tears I’ve cried,
Because most of those tears,
Are all because of you,
Of the hurtful things you say,
Of the hurtful things you do,
I don’t WANT to care anymore,
I just can’t help that I do….
You were never my friend,
And here I was, who once thought;
Our friendship would never end.
You’re a/an ______,
I feel like I should hate you,
But then again, I’m forced to flip,
And find that I really can’t.
I can’t seem to run,
I can’t seem to hide.
I have to face you,
You and your sharp tongue.
There is nothing you seem to do that changes anything,
‘Cept your words, that either seem to pierce me
Or make no difference ‘cos they seem so fake.
You’re a horrible person,
And a spoilt little brat.
I want you to wake up one day,
And see, maybe feel, all you have put me through,
That when I said what you did hurt,
You’d know what I said was true,
And when then one day comes,
you’ll be all alone in your room,
Listening on the phone
Having someone say,
“He’s really gone, really gone for good….”
You won’t know when,
You won’t know how,
But when you weren’t looking,
When you chose not to care,
I’ll just walk away,
Away from all the hurt and pain
People will talk,
Heck, you can even cook up some excuse
Others can say whatever they want to
Cos they wouldn’t have a clue,
Only you will know that me leaving;
Was ultimately caused by YOU.
Anger
at one point in time. Rather, it works its
way out of our consciousness over time.
There is a season of sadness.
A season of anger.
A season of tranquility.
A season of hope..."
– Robert Veninga
_____________________________________________________________________
Two proses/poems that were penned during dark times.....
Hurt/Pain/Reason Enough to Walk Away
Of the way you’ve been treating me,
No matter what I say,
You don’t seem to see,
All the things you do and say,
Have burnt me on the inside,
Sometimes I feel like drowning you,
In all the tears I’ve cried,
Because most of those tears,
Are all because of you,
Of the hurtful things you say,
Of the hurtful things you do,
I don’t WANT to care anymore,
I just can’t help that I do….
You were never my friend,
And here I was, who once thought;
Our friendship would never end.
You’re a/an ______,
I feel like I should hate you,
But then again, I’m forced to flip,
And find that I really can’t.
I can’t seem to run,
I can’t seem to hide.
I have to face you,
You and your sharp tongue.
There is nothing you seem to do that changes anything,
‘Cept your words, that either seem to pierce me
Or make no difference ‘cos they seem so fake.
You’re a horrible person,
And a spoilt little brat.
I want you to wake up one day,
And see, maybe feel, all you have put me through,
That when I said what you did hurt,
You’d know what I said was true,
And when then one day comes,
you’ll be all alone in your room,
Listening on the phone
Having someone say,
“He’s really gone, really gone for good….”
You won’t know when,
You won’t know how,
But when you weren’t looking,
When you chose not to care,
I’ll just walk away,
Away from all the hurt and pain
People will talk,
Heck, you can even cook up some excuse
Others can say whatever they want to
Cos they wouldn’t have a clue,
Only you will know that me leaving;
Was ultimately caused by YOU.
Anger
Anger turned my heart into a toxic waste ground.
Without a chance, without a fight.
Mercy was defeated, Trust was destroyed
Love, murdered, Hope then faded
Out of mind, out of sight
It ruined everything that was built,
on the foundation of my being
Anger became immortal,
draining the life from all my thoughts
and from all that I had within.
Mercy was so weak
or maybe unsupported,
but the loss of feeling, the loss of love,
was the greatest victory
that anger had over me.
There was no time
no strength, no will or power,
to cast away this monster,
that had imprisoned me,
in this poisonous hellhole.
Oh, anger, stab my dying nature
and set me free of you,
stop living inside this rotten corpse
and turn yourself into a spot of dust...
If life were that easy....we would be oh-so-lucky
But as we know, there lies a greater force…..
A force of nature, a force of God,
A force as brutal, as it is forgiving,
A force to cleanse, a force to heal,
A force that teaches, a force that disciplines,
A force that destroys every ounce of ego you may have
So you can fight, you can scream,
But when the time does come, and it WILL come,
No force, however great it may be, stands a chance
For Karma, baby, is as hungry, if not, more hungry….
She’s that rabid bitch that comes around…
And come around, she will. For sure, she will.
And she will give back, tenfold what was dished out.
You will die fighting her, or you get beaten down just enough to learn.
I’d rather you learn, like all of us do always
Because dying is the coward’s way out,
And you’ve shown more than enough to prove you are one.
A coward, a pussy, a low-life, a fake,
A whiner, a loser, an abuser, a trouble maker
Not a man, not a woman, not a f*ked up mother or a b*st*rd father,
Not a friend, not even a foe, not even worthy of the dirt and grime in the slums of slums.
Your existence is a lie, yet the damage you caused is irreversible.
I was weak, so you seemed strong.
You took full advantage, but you were so wrong,
To think you could run after all that you had done.
Turn around buddy, Cos Karma, she comes,
To strip you of your happiness, your peace,
Your lie of a life, your illusion of any love
To take your blood, your sweat,
Your tears and Your ALL……..
When you feel the pain, when you feel what I feel,
When you have cried and when you have cringed,
When you have felt like your insides on fire,
When you have experienced hell on earth,
ONLY THEN
Will Mercy triumph, Will Trust return,
Will Love emerge, Will Hope prevail.
So laugh all you want, smile all you can,
Live the lie you’re living, enjoy what little you can.
For till you taste your own medicine, all the bitterness of it,
You are nothing, no one, nonexistent, a mirage….
Just a figment of my imagination, plain ol' Maya....
What the ego has fueled and filled...
Live and learn....
Without a chance, without a fight.
Mercy was defeated, Trust was destroyed
Love, murdered, Hope then faded
Out of mind, out of sight
It ruined everything that was built,
on the foundation of my being
Anger became immortal,
draining the life from all my thoughts
and from all that I had within.
Mercy was so weak
or maybe unsupported,
but the loss of feeling, the loss of love,
was the greatest victory
that anger had over me.
There was no time
no strength, no will or power,
to cast away this monster,
that had imprisoned me,
in this poisonous hellhole.
Oh, anger, stab my dying nature
and set me free of you,
stop living inside this rotten corpse
and turn yourself into a spot of dust...
If life were that easy....we would be oh-so-lucky
But as we know, there lies a greater force…..
A force of nature, a force of God,
A force as brutal, as it is forgiving,
A force to cleanse, a force to heal,
A force that teaches, a force that disciplines,
A force that destroys every ounce of ego you may have
So you can fight, you can scream,
But when the time does come, and it WILL come,
No force, however great it may be, stands a chance
For Karma, baby, is as hungry, if not, more hungry….
She’s that rabid bitch that comes around…
And come around, she will. For sure, she will.
And she will give back, tenfold what was dished out.
You will die fighting her, or you get beaten down just enough to learn.
I’d rather you learn, like all of us do always
Because dying is the coward’s way out,
And you’ve shown more than enough to prove you are one.
A coward, a pussy, a low-life, a fake,
A whiner, a loser, an abuser, a trouble maker
Not a man, not a woman, not a f*ked up mother or a b*st*rd father,
Not a friend, not even a foe, not even worthy of the dirt and grime in the slums of slums.
Your existence is a lie, yet the damage you caused is irreversible.
I was weak, so you seemed strong.
You took full advantage, but you were so wrong,
To think you could run after all that you had done.
Turn around buddy, Cos Karma, she comes,
To strip you of your happiness, your peace,
Your lie of a life, your illusion of any love
To take your blood, your sweat,
Your tears and Your ALL……..
When you feel the pain, when you feel what I feel,
When you have cried and when you have cringed,
When you have felt like your insides on fire,
When you have experienced hell on earth,
ONLY THEN
Will Mercy triumph, Will Trust return,
Will Love emerge, Will Hope prevail.
So laugh all you want, smile all you can,
Live the lie you’re living, enjoy what little you can.
For till you taste your own medicine, all the bitterness of it,
You are nothing, no one, nonexistent, a mirage….
Just a figment of my imagination, plain ol' Maya....
What the ego has fueled and filled...
Live and learn....
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