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Ayurvedic Experience – 22 Days left – 9 Weeks into it

I really thought it would be easier to recover from my own home base. That has not been the case.

Ironically, other than last week, what I thought would be my challenges back home again, barely tempt me.

As I mentioned in an earlier blog, Ayurvedic is a “Body, Mind & Soul” treatment. I thought I handled the “mind stuff” with all the work I did as an “in-patient” at the Ayur Centre (not to mention countless efforts throughout my life); I hoped I was done, but it seems I only opened the floodgates.

I neither liked nor enjoyed what came through.

Much of my time these past 34 days that I’ve been home out-patient treating Osteoarthritis has been surfacing and battling “demons” that haunt me, and a few that haunt my laptop.

l was so totally frustrated that there were days I bordered on depression. I felt as if I have done more work than the average person to heal my soul’s aches and pains; yet, I’m still haunted! Is there no end?

In the past, pre-Ayurvedic treatment, I could go somewhere and do something fun and distracting or drown out sad thoughts while savoring a super sweet chocolaty or fruity comfort food. The past 6 weeks, I could not do either of those and adhere to the treatment plan. What could I do with all this mental and emotional turmoil?

Last week, re-reading Eat, Pray and Love, I decided to write a letter to God along the same lines as Elizabeth Gilbert did. I expressed my frustration and asked for help. No surprise to me, I got an answer. Not what I wanted to hear, but then it wasn’t the first time I did not like an answer – nor, was it the first time I’d been given this answer. I recognized it immediately. Truthfully examining my life as it is, as it might become, I could see where it screamed at me every time I look in the mirror or shout “it’s unfair”, “it shouldn’t be like this” and “I don’t want it to be like this; I want better, different…”!

I humbly accept that it absolutely was and is the “right answer” to heal my soul wounds. I now pray I can somehow integrate acceptance into my being.

Even before my Ayurvedic experience I understood the “mind, body and soul connection”, no argument from me there. I even teach that emotion and disease are messengers that communicate those areas we need to work through for healing. I am living the opportunity to walk my talk – that is, to live what I learned, teach and write.

One of the many things that troubled my undistracted mind is, how many people have the ability to devout three months of their life to proactively treat an illness, disease or life trauma? Most of us live such busy lives that it takes a catastrophic illness, or event, to trigger a reactive response. I guess I should write a letter to God for the answer to that question, but I fear the answer will be, “not many.”

I’ve revisited Dr. Siby for follow-up check-ups and more of the magic potions known as Ayurvedic medicine. The first follow-up, he placed his healing hands on my hip then lower back, then asked, “have you been traveling?” I tried not to answer, but that didn’t work so felt compelled to say “yes, but…” We genuinely tried to keep me reclined and resting. I passed on the opportunities for massages, a kayak tour of the bay and swims in the Andaman Sea – while reclining on a lounge chair, on the beach, sipping… bottled water – only to hear, your healing has been set back 40 – 60%. The second visit he checked my pulse, nail beds and weight – actually asked if I wanted to put on some kg’s – does he know nothing about American women??? I just said “no” – I figure once desserts are reintroduced, weight will recover all by itself but imagined this was too much information for him!

He did not touch my back or hip the second visit, and I did not encourage/remind him to check. Guilty conscience, I’m sure! With a friend visiting from the US, a new friend here from Germany and “adopted kids” that are returning to the Philippines, not to mention life, there were just so many opportunities to go, do and eat that I should have said “no, I have to stay home and do nothing”, which I did say “a lot”, just not every time. And, thank God I did get to get out and do and eat and distract my overactive mind – I think it was a plus rather than a minus. If only my body had agreed with that logic…

I paid for my adventures yesterday with the worst discomfort in 6 weeks; however, this morning I awoke, gratefully feeling better again. I guess a day of rest made a world of difference!

I only have 22 days left, or so I thought. My last visit, Dr. Siby said I will be continuing the magic potions after my 3 months are complete. He also cautioned me that at the rate I’m healing, it could be a year before I see results. A bit discouraging but I still prefer that prognosis and remain a huge fan of Ayurvedic Treatments. Consequently, I’m behaving again – or have returned to following the treatment’s regimen as best I can - all the while praying for a perfect X-ray in December.

Until next time, Namaste.

janet lee 

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© jan gentleman-ingersoll Eastern Shepherd, Inc. 2010

Ayurvedic Treatment - Week 4 & beyond

Home at Last!

None of this was written my final week as inpatient at the Ayur Centre. I began it my first day home and am finishing it today! My lower back pain persisted so Dr. Siby required me to not use my computer and to lie flat or on either side as much as possible the remainder of my time there. I complied.

When I left I genuinely felt an improvement.

My friend Evelyn's fibroid tumor on top of her uterus, shrunk. She returned to work at the end of her 2 weeks. Fortunately I only had to miss her 1 day before I was released. Such a sweetheart! With Dr. Siby's approval, she introduced me to a very popular local banana leaf restaurant. We enjoyed a sample of many vegetarian dishes, a "salty lassi" and I even ate a whole "salty" red chili pepper; then, I learned I was supposed to break off pieces of it and eat with my food... all's well that ends well right? When, I received my "diet list" from Dr. Siby - foods to avoid and foods to eat a lot of - guess where red chili peppers fall on the list!

The woman from Sudan's health improved significantly, at least the Colitis symptoms disappeared. Apparently she was focused only on Colitis treatment her first 28 days; so, she arranged an additional 4 week visa extension to treat her arthritic shoulder. Sadly, she cannot lift her left arm at all rendering it virtually useless to her but with a constant pain reminder that it is there! I pray Dr. Siby succeeds healing her. The doctors in Germany told her it was hopeless to attempt a repair of her shoulder; they told her that if they did surgery on it, her whole arm would be become permanently and hopelessly useless. Her young daughter's eczema responded quickly to treatment; she seemed to be cured well before I left, literally within the first few days of treatment. She remains with her mother to help care for her.

The two of them were excited with the admission of another lady from the Sudan. An elderly lady who struggled with Arthritis since 1974. She had had her hip replaced and still, today she has a difficult time walking and standing; it seems Ayurvedic is her alternative to a hip replacement's replacement! Her hands are so crippled - bent, constricted, painful and stiff - that she can barely use them. We pray she gets significant relief, quickly. Unlike the younger Sudan woman, she was only able to get a visa for 3 weeks. I don't understand that...

It was quite nice to meet people from Sudan. They were all 3 very friendly, kind and spoke English as well as I. When you are all thrown together in a "get well place", for an extended length of time, like we were; it makes time pass better and the experience much nicer when you can communicate and share with each other. Especially when your caregivers are not so skilled in English...

The last 4 days at the Ayur Centre, Aythswati (Isude) finished my stay with a repeat of the initial oil massage. I totally enjoyed it. I wish I could say that the pain and discomfort are completely gone as I leave the Centre and begin the next phase of my Ayurvedic metamorphosis - but I would be lying. Without a doubt, however, the treatment always succeeded in making me feel better. July 20, my discharge date, was Aythwati's birthday. I tried to ask if they would celebrate but she did not understand. I did my best to help her feel blessed and special! She truly worked magic on my aches and pains.

Did I mention that other than mild pain I suffered from the MRA and Cartilage injection, thanks to Bikram yoga I did not have pain when I entered the Ayur Centre? Well it seems I was deluding myself. The pain I experienced the last 10 days of my inpatient time was clearly pain that I had blamed on the serious accidents that injured my pelvis, back and neck. It was that pain that drove me to seek any kind of alternative treatment that promised cure: Acupuncture, multiple types of Chiropractic as well as multiple styles of Massage Therapy and Yoga. Each one certainly helped me for a while but none of them seemed to be able to "push me over the edge" to "healed" - which remains my goal! Bikram Yoga came the closest; if I just hadn't had that darn hip pain... Well, I did have that darn hip pain and that is the pain that led me to Ayurvedic.

Upon discharge I was instructed to continue as if I were still an inpatient: limit walking and activities. He did say I can now sit for an hour but then lie down, first on my right side, then on my back and finally on my left side – kinda like a rotisserie! I was also educated about my Ayurvedic medicines – preparing them is now my responsibility. I did get to reduce the number of times I take them by 1 – nothing before lunch now. Nine different Ayurvedic herbal medicines that I mix and take some at 6am, others at 10am, only 2 capsules at 2pm, the morning mixture repeats at 6pm then the last mixture is at bedtime. Some of the medicines are liquid, 1 is some kind of a pastey mixture, 1 is in capsul form, a couple are powders and 2 are very different pills that I have to pulverize before adding them to the 6am and 6pm mixtures. NONE of them “taste good”; fortunately they aren’t unbearable – I would be lying if I said I am NOT looking forward to the day I no longer have to take them because I look forward to that day for more reasons than not needing to taste those horrible mixtures.

Dr. Siby told me that the first 28 days after my discharge are the most critical, my body is the most fragile and at its weakest – he cautioned me to be cautious. The final 28 days are very important but not as critical. I did the count down through the 56 days after discharge and my “freedom day” just happens to be my baby's baby Alex’s 1^st birthday – cannot wait to celebrate with him! For the 56 days I am restricted to a vegetarian diet including a specific list of additional foods to avoid: sugar, white flour, chocolate, meat, sweet potatoes, spicy foods particularly red & green chili peppers, nuts, egg plant, eggs… and a few other things.

The calcium deposit on my thumb is now diminished to the size of half of a small garden pea.

It isn’t shrinking as fast as it was when I received the oil treatments but diminish it is. A couple of days after my release at the Ayur Centre I revisited my “Western” doctor at Prince Court Medical Center. I was totally disappointed - but reminded myself that Dr. Siby told me to not expect to see improvement for 6 months – my range of motion has not yet improved – Calcium deposit still restricting movement! He repeated my blood test to check my liver enzymes which had been high following a prolonged winter illness. He discovered 1, Gamma-Glutamyl Transferase (GGT) dropped significantly – 62 down to 29 - most were level just hanging out above normal but not dangerously high. But, there was 1- Alkaline Phosphatase - that jumped up 9 points from 115 to 124. Dr. Yong looked at me puzzled and said, “we usually only see then when a bone fracture is healing, but you don’t have a bone fracture!” I smiled and thought to myself, “but I do have Dr. Siby strengthening and rebuilding my bones!” I took that result as a positive sign – Ayurvedic is at work reversing Osteoarthritis’ effect on my body.

I cannot wait to see my amazing, impressive butterfly me at the end of this Ayurvedic metamorphisis!

Blessings…

 janet lee

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© jan gentleman-ingersoll Eastern Shepherd, Inc. 2010

World without Terrorism

Love is no longer needing terrorism... to drive actions that fix something broke.

It isn't a popular belief but, I'll write it anyway. This does not mean I agree with or condone terrorism in anyway!

Terrorism is a cry for help or attention or change, in some way, shape, form or fashion. It isn't new and it isn't limited to Al Qaeda or Somalia's Pirates. In fact, it shows up in many different disguises - even heart attacks, strokes and disease are terrorist acts! 

  

For the purpose of this blog's topic, terrorism is the result of either immature and underdeveloped communication skills, such as a toddler  throwing a temper tantrum, or it can be the result of someone - or a group of someones - unable to feel their message is heard or needs are met. People who feel victimized, actually or imaginarily, like an abused child, spouse, employee, student, citizen...

  

Sometimes their message or needs are valid; other times they are imagined or unrealistic. I took my two-year-old son to the toy store with the clear (on my part understanding) that he could pick out one toy that I would then buy for him. When we entered the store, I believed he clearly understood this condition. We narrowed it down to two toys, and trying every way I could to persuade him to choose only one, he was equally determined that he would have both. In the end, I chose one for him, and he threw a temper tantrum, right there on the toy store floor.

What did he need to learn and know to choose a different expression for his frustration, anger and disappointment? What was there for me to learn as well?

  

Yesterday, a disgruntled taxpayer flew a plane into an IRS office building in Austin, Texas. I don't know if his complaints were legitimate or reasonable; clearly, he felt frustrated and angry. Isn't it sad that he knew of no peaceful means to resolve his problems? Isn't it sad that he felt the IRS system offered him no hope or compassion?

It is my prayer that the plane crash and two lives lost are a catalyst for positive, constructive and effective change. That was my prayer following Columbine, Waco, 9/11... What if we learned how to genuinely, effectively resolve conflicts, win/win? How might your life be different? Your children's lives?

  

What is the answer? When both sides are convinced, "I'm right, you are wrong", how do we reach a win/win, harmonious, mutually fulfilling agreement or resolution?

  

What is the solution? When we solve this problem, answer this question, and it is both embraced and applied, it will certainly move our global community towards peace, reduce divorce rates and minimize the need for Prozac or counseling sessions...

I can't help but chuckle when I hear someone say, "you aren't listening to me." Most of the time, the other person is listening; however, they are usually choosing to not do something the person wanting them to listen really wants them to do. Then, what typically follows?

Terrorism: bullies, overtly; victims, covertly; apathetic, internally - stressed...

  

As a trainer for a large, US corporation, we taught employees how to "deliver  feedback" and how to "negotiate". We also had classes on "active listening skills",  "handling conflict" and "thriving on change". While we indirectly addressed how to receive feedback or unpleasant news; in no way did we directly train people how to hear, mentally process and then effectively dialogue through to a win/win outcome.

Commitment to a respectful, "two-sided" dialogue, and willingness to persevere to a resolution that satisfies both side's needs is the answer that I see.  What do you think the answer is?

 

janet lee 

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© jan gentleman-ingersoll Eastern Shepherd, Inc. 2010

What were you doing Tuesday night?

What were you doing Tuesday night February 9th, 2010 at 9:35 pm?

   

It was at that moment in time, just short of his 25th birthday, that Erik Ludwinski successfully transitioned from the earthly plane into the loving, welcoming hands of God. The following is a testimony he gave to some of the good that he gained from a painful experience that ultimately ended his life. 

The following is a sermon, written and delivered By Erik Ludwinski, recently posted on caring bridge (link at the bottom):

"Last year was truly an amazing year for me. It gave me deeper friendships than I’ve ever had before, sent me to Yellowstone and back, put me in situations I never dreamed I’d be put in (like giving a sermon for example), and taught me so much—mostly outside the classroom. I probably learned more in the last 12 months than in the first 20 years of my life. It’s amazing what I’ve learned in just the last two weeks. Not in the quantity of lessons, of course, but in the importance of the new ones and the deeper understanding of the old ones…

"Like trust.

"I don’t know if I was born with it—if it came from genetics… or whether I trained myself to be that way… if I can blame it on environment or events, but I naturally have a hard time trusting people. Even the ones closest to me… especially the ones closest to me. I realized early that I was afraid of being let down… it took me longer to discover it often wasn’t the person, but the expectation I placed on the person that let me down.

 

"The classic movie “My Fair Lady” illustrates the point beautifully. Professor Higgins is the epitome of an ego-centric bachelor, who takes in Eliza Doolittle on a bet to turn her from a street-vendor to a royalty-class lady. She finally becomes fed up with his demeaning behavior and runs away. Higgins is confused by her reaction and in a song (appropriately titled, ‘A Hymn to Him’) he wonders why women can’t be more ‘rational’… like men. It’s a hilarious illustration of just how ridiculously sexist he is, but the last line reveals what he is really getting at… “Why can't a woman be like me?”

 

"It’s easy to judge; easy to hold others to our standards. It’s also easy to set yourself up for disappointment. Higgins’ expectations of Eliza nearly cost him his relationship with her, just like the unmet expectations I placed on people damaged my trust in them.

 

"My friends didn’t fail me; I failed to love.

 

"1 Corinthians 13:4-8 doesn’t say love places expectations—instead, love “does not seek its own”. Love “bears all things, believes all things, hopes all things, endures all things”, and “never fails”. We are called to love people, just like we’re called to love and trust God. It’s funny how I keep comparing my relationships with people to my relationship with God, but it sets a good standard. While we’re debating placing expectations on others, here’s a real thinker… can we place expectations on God?

 

"Of course we can! Right? I mean He’s perfect and He cares for us. He loves us. We can expect Him never to break His promises [read Hebrews 6:11-20]. What about things He hasn’t exactly promised… like a happy, healthy, wealthy, comfortable life? What happens when someone expects these things from God… and His plan for their life is a little more… challenging? What becomes of the trust?

 

"Paul’s trust was based on more than just his expectations of God. He learned to be content and to trust God wherever he was lead [Philippians 4:12-13]. This included prison, torture, and eventually death. Not exactly your fluffy Sunday School-level concept… but we all have to leave the milk behind one day. Bottom line: God is Holy and Perfect. We’re human and mortal. He is the only one who has the right to place expectations on anyone, and He expects us to love our neighbor as ourselves.

 

"What did I learn these last two weeks? December 16th, I posted a prayer—more like a wrestling match between my flesh and my spirit—and ended with “Help me to trust You.” Since then I’ve discovered some of the annoying side-effects of the ABT drug, such as dizziness and fatigue, as well as its inability to deal with the cancer when the pain started to build. Two days ago, I was actually in quite a bit of pain. Tumors in my spine, left shoulder blade, back-right side of my pelvic bone, and now even my jaw bone were giving me a lot of discomfort. Funny thing was… I’ve always known I’m stubborn. When I’m comfortable, I don’t really need God. It’s been that way all my life. When I do need Him, however… that’s when it’s easiest to submit. I trust Him when I’m finally convinced my own strength just won’t cut it this time.

  

"I don’t know how easy this is to swallow, but…

"My God didn’t fail me; I learned to trust.

"That’s what meat tastes like."

[1 Peter 1:6-9 and James 1:2-6]

 

Leave comments for Erik and Donna at: 

http://www.caringbridge.org/visit/erikludwinski

For more information on Erik, visit: http://www.caringbridge.org/visit/erikludwinski/mystory 

Thank you Erik for the inspiration and impressive example. God bless your soul! 

janet lee 

www.BeliefChangeBook.com

www.AttractYourSoulmate.com

www.TheSecretSolution.net

www.APCD-Institute.org

www.MasterMindcleanse.com

An Alternative Perspective on Ego...

I feel sorry for Ego - it really gets a bad rap!

 

In a world where everything is created intelligently, perfectly, in an order and for a reason, it seems to me that Ego has a place that is valuable and useful.

 

As infants our parents carry us around, push us in strollers and basically move us from one place to another as the situation demands. Then we learn to crawl, pull up to stand, walk and eventually run.  Our Creator  wisely provided infants with parents whose mission and purpose is to care for, shelter, nurture and educate us in preparation for our inevitable maturation into a self-reliant, independent and effective adult.

 

It appears to me that Ego's function and purpose is very similar. As children it is necessary to learn choice skills that enable us to succeed as self-reliant, independent and effective adults; just as parents guide, educate and protect their children until they mature and become capable of doing so for themselves, Ego guides, educates and protects us until we are capable of making good choices for ourselves.  

 

All of my children are grown adults; as a mom I can tell you that their age does not stop me from offering them the brilliant 2 cents that comes from all my years of experience and wisdom gained... at every perceived necessary opportunity.  Similarly, just because we have matured does not stop Ego from offering its 2 cents based on its years of experience and wisdom gained... at every perceived necessary opportunity. Does that make it bad or wrong of us?

 

Or, is it possible that like my children, we can humor our parent/Ego, listen to the 2 cents, evaluate its usefulness, and decide to act on it or choose something else? Gain independence.

 

Just as an infant grows out of the need to be carried by parents everywhere, in stages; is it possible that our soul matures beyond the need for Ego's wisdom, guidance and protection? Can it be that Ego's purpose and mission evolves into one of an adviser whose wisdom can be "take or leave"?

 

I wonder...

 

janet lee 

Belief Change - The Book

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© jan gentleman-ingersoll Eastern Shepherd, Inc. 2009

 

Karma

Kuala Lumpur Malaysia can be paradise; like anywhere else it can also feel like the opposite.

Late Saturday afternoon my husband and I walked to church. Everyday here is a beautiful day; some days it rains but the rain doesn't last that long and the weather again is perfect to walk most anywhere we go. Saturday afternoon was beautiful. As we walked we admired the beautiful flowers and trees and wondered how grand some of the older, moss covered buildings must have looked like in their hey day. Just a block short of the church doors a young man, approximately 18 to 20 years old, at our best guess, grabbed my arm just below the elbow, forcefully slid his hand down my forearm and attempted to wrest my cell phone from my hand.

He did not get my cell phone; he did get away.

But did he get away without consequence?

This morning I read in the newspaper of a young man in the US who was arrested attempting to blow up a skyscraper, filled with innocent people, in Dallas, Texas. The article would have me believe that the young man was a victim both of the FBI and the inability to emotionally process, reconcile and move forward having lost his father to divorce and his mother to cancer.

When that young man grabbed my arm I felt incredibly sad because I knew that somewhere in his life this present day "thief "had made decisions that rationalized in his mind that it is right and appropriate for him to take other people's belongings - even through force; somehow, in his mind, he believed that he deserved my cell phone more than I did.

Do the circumstances that led him to make that decision justify and exonerate him from consequences for choices he acts upon?

What then is the value of understanding what leads people to make the choices they make?

Karma certainly shows no compassion; it does not care how hard your life has been. Karma cares only how you reacted to those challenges and difficulties. Nor is karma subject to ACLU, CPS or any human government agency's monitoring. A much higher law is at work: you reap what you sow. Simply put: do good things and good things happen; do bad things and bad things come to you - either way you earned and deserved what happens.

Unfortunately, like in the case of the young man who attepted to steal from me, the consequence will likely be delayed and may even come disguised - he may never recognize it as a consequence of his action. Or, in the case of the young terrorist man in the US if he creates enough commotion and noise, gathers enough "sympathetic support" with his sad story... maybe, he can dillute or delay karma's effect.

In my experience, it is impossible to avoid the reach of karma and that efforts to dillute or delay it only enhance, escalate or increase the inevitable consequence; except, as we are taught in the New Testament, in the case of acceptance, repentance and request for forgiveness.  

Still, forgiveness may not dissolve consequences for one's actions and the results they caused - atonement and restitution are often essential elements of the process. Pay back or pay it forward are often the final steps to fulfill one's karmic debt.

I know this because I live it. Perhaps I am not guilty of stealing someone's cell phone but I did take my grandmother's conditioner without asking permission. I haven't blown up any skyscrapers, nor committed murder but I have intentionally or unintentionally disrupted lives of my loved ones for what in my mind was "just cause" - it felt like I was a "terrorist" to them!

From my experience at the school of hard knocks, insights gained along the way and my co-author's karma reconciliation process comes the next book in our Keep It Simple Series: Karma Change - The Book.

Belief Change - The Book will be available at Barnes & Noble and Amazon.com by November 1st, 2009!

janet lee 

www.AttractYourSoulmate.com

www.thesecretsolution.net

www.apcd-institute.org

www.mastermindcleanse.com

© jan gentleman-ingersoll Eastern Shepherd, Inc. 2009

I Wonder... about Down's Syndrome

God does not make junk.

God is the Creator of everything.

Everything is good or everything has the seed of good within…

Genesis 1:31 “Then God saw everything that He had made, and indeed it was very good…”

Psalms 104:24, “O Lord how manifold are Your works! In wisdom you have made them all…”

Throughout my life I was taught and embraced these concepts – mostly in church and religious studies but also through life experiences, a.k.a., school of hard knocks.

Consequently, any time I hear the opposite my attention piques and an overpowering need to make sense of incongruence drives me to reach a point of resolution or peace. If everything is good; why, then, does some aspect of our human nature make things or aspects of that everything wrong or bad?

Listening to an audio book (Finding Your True North Star) written by a woman (Martha Beck) who chose to give birth to a child with Down’s Syndrome against the advice and encouragement of highly educated doctors and nurses who informed her that it was wrong or bad to bring a defective child into the world; I pondered what I know about Down’s Syndrome children.

I concluded with a new consideration to ponder. I wonder, is it possible that Down’s Syndrome children are the reincarnation of souls who achieve the ability to transcend Ego and truly live in the NOW. They seem to have mastered the ability to experience wonder and joy in most if not all circumstances.

Could it be that that extra chromosome that produces Down’s Syndrome contains the key to enlightenment?

I cannot say that I have sufficient experience or knowledge to truly draw an accurate conclusion either about reincarnation or Down’s Syndrome; however, I wonder!

janet lee 

www.thesecretsolution.net

www.apcd-institute.org

www.mastermindcleanse.com

 

© jan gentleman-ingersoll Eastern Shepherd, Inc. 2009

 

 

Perspective

Today, as I walked through my least favorite place to walk through in order to reach KLCC, a young man on a motor scooter offered me a ride. I politely declined explaining that I walk for the cardio exercise, wished him a good day and began pondering “perspective”.

Perspective is the uniquely individual, although often clouded by a collective, meaning attached to some thing – person, place, event.

It seemed sad to me that 1 in a 1000 bad people’s behaviors taint our perception of 999.

Most likely this young man was simply being kind; however, I would not take him up on his kindness for fear he planned something cruel, evil and unpleasant. My destination this morning included a meeting with a young man who, not having heard of my experience on the way to meet with him, told me that he worried for my safety as I walk nearly daily in the KLCC area.

He shared with me that a male friend of his, just this past week-end, had been attacked by a group of about 20 young men by a construction site near KLCC. They beat and robbed him. My friend did not want the same thing to happen to me.

It occurred to me that possibly I had been wrong about the purpose of my relating the story of the rescue dog in Thailand. I assumed I was intended to highlight the plight of stray dogs and cats and that there are successful and effective alternative solutions to extermination – funded and staffed rescue centers.

Perhaps the other part of the story, how I attracted Loundry (the stray dog I rescued) energetically and intentionally to bring the story to light is supposed to be shared as well. Actually, I consciously accessed and used energy to help Loundry in very much the same way I keep myself safe as I walk through frightening places.

Any and everybody who wants to has the same ability; unfortunately, many people do not know they have the ability to access and use energy intentionally nor do they understand the how and why to make it work. Thus is born the topic for this blog.

I love metaphors. They are particular useful for explaining the abstract concept of God. I liken God to electricity, everywhere present and all powerful. However, it is when we plug an appliance or tool into a power point, turn it on and cause it to perform work for us that we benefit from its existence.

Similar with God.

In the Loundry experience I made my request for assistance to God, His army of Angels and specifically to St. Francis of Assisi because it is my understanding that it is the purpose of that specific energy to assist animals. Then, I acted expecting results. Similarly, this morning, before my husband left for work, I prepared a fruit shake for the two of us to share. I pulled out my blender, plugged it into the power point, added the ingredients, covered it then pushed the “on” button. Voila, a delicious fruit shake came into being.

All too often when we pray for things we don’t add the ingredients or push the “on” button and if we forget to cover it… we really make a mess. Many times, we don’t have the same sense of expectancy when we pray that we have when we plug into an electrical power point or outlet.

We forget that God energy can only do for us what it can do through us or through others for us. Which is how this blog relates back to this morning’s experience with the man on the motor scooter.

When I began my walk to KLCC I acknowledged that there is the potential of danger. I request Archangel Michael’s protection because that is his energies purpose. I wouldn’t pull a toaster out of the cabinet to make my shake this morning; I choose a blender. So, for intercession on behalf of Loundry and her puppies I request St. Francis’ energetic assistance, for travel I call on St. Christopher, for writing this blog I invite Archangel Gabriel’s assistance and for protection I go to Archangel Michael. Then, I add my ingredients, I visualize a protective force field, a bubble, that emanates from my spine’s energy and walk out expecting safety.

Additionally, I don’t wear my jewelry so that I don’t attract or tempt those who might otherwise be inclined to take those kinds of items. I carry an umbrella which could be perceived as a defensive weapon. The bag I carry is the opposite of a Coach, Louis Vuitton or Gucci; it is actually a tote bag with only what I absolutely need inside.

Most important part of expectancy and working with energy, listen to your intuition, not your brain!

janet lee 

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www.apcd-institute.org

www.mastermindcleanse.com

 

© jan gentleman-ingersoll Eastern Shepherd, Inc. 2009

 

 

Wish I Always Remembered "Faith"

May Day 2009, Koh Samui Thailand, a peaceful island village on the coast of the South China Sea. My husband had to check in at work, remotely via laptop and internet; I had to have a “manicure” to fill the time. Fortunately, the night before, I noticed a convenient little shop directly across from the Waterfront Bophut hotel; unfortunately, I learned I didn’t have enough Thai Baht to cover the cost and she doesn’t take American Express or Master Card for that matter. The manicurist, kindly trusted me to “bring it by later, 5pm”; she had to go to the dentist after finishing my manicure…

Upon arrival in Koh Samui we had been advised to avoid the many atm’s located near the hotel. “They swallow your card,” our driver warned. “Use the bank atm, across from the 7/11, so you can recover if necessary.”

So, manicure complete, I headed to the bank atm about half a mile from our hotel.

About half way back to the hotel, I noticed a dog being shooed away from an open air restaurant. It was horrifying to me how thin this obviously a mother dog was. She must have sensed that I was open to help her because she allowed me to pet her. My heart sank to see her ribs and pelvis clearly protruded as her flesh caved around them. “Where can I get her food and water?”

I ran into a nearby convenience store, bought dog food and a bottle of water. It was a hot day and I could not imagine where a stray would get sufficient fresh water to drink.

By the time I returned to the restaurant she was gone. I could not imagine she had gone far assuming she would remain near her puppies, even while searching for food and water. I looked ~30 minutes trying to locate her and her puppies – behind the restaurant, up and down the streets, under the dock, between buildings and in several vacant, grassy lots.

All the while I prayed a request that St. Francis (patron saint of animals) intercede on her and her puppies' behalf. Knowing that I would only be in Koh Samui two more days, I specifically requested that in addition to my ability to locate, feed and water her that she also attract the perfect, kind person who could help her recover, provide her and her puppies love and proper care.

Finally, feeling my shoulders burning, I gave up hunting and returned to the Waterfront Bophut. Certain that I had made a huge mistake leaving her to purchase food and water, I stood on the porch, crying, with my package in hand praying still for the safety and well being of this sweet animal. Then, there she was. I did not see nor hear her come up but she was there.

It truly was a miracle. The place I first saw her was nearly a quarter of a mile away!

An ash tray served as a water bowl with a sprinkling of food nearby. She drank quite a bit of water before she finally ate a small portion of food then napped on the concrete porch of our villa. A short time later, when she awoke, she seemed much “perkier”. I felt encouraged.

Our friends staying in an adjacent villa stopped by and she followed them to their porch. That, too, was encouraging. She laid down as if she belonged there - it seemed a familiar thing to do.

Wanting her to eat and drink more, I called her back to our porch then my husband and I went inside our villa for a short nap. When I awoke, she was gone.

By that time it was 5pm so I returned to the little nail shop across the street to pay my bill. Excitedly, the young woman told me, “a woman guest brought a sick dog to the hotel and Michael took her to the hospital!” I knew instantly I was the woman guest and my angel puppy was the sick dog. It was such a relief to learn she had been taken somewhere that could help her recover. But, “what about her puppies?” I wondered.

When I returned to the hotel I shared the exciting, good news. “You don’t think they will ‘off’ her do you?” my friend asked.

I was terrified to ask at the front desk for fear I would learn I had set this sweet angel puppy dog up to be killed; so, instead, I tossed and turned all night with worry, guilt and remorse.

The next morning I prayed, “God, please give me a sign that this angel puppy dog is safe and being lovingly cared for.”

Then, I headed to the front desk to get a cup of coffee and cup of hot tea to bring back to our Villa. As I turned around, with beverages in hand, a 3” X 8” flyer on a stand read DOG RESCUE CENTER SAMUI http://www.samuidog.org/text3_english.htm. I picked up the flyer and knew instantly that my angel puppy dog was safe!

Thank you St. Francis, my apologies for doubting and not demonstrating my faith!

But what about her babies? My husband told me that from the looks of her, he believed her puppies were old enough to fend for themselves but I wondered. So, once again, I searched but could not locate where she hid them. She had burrs on her nose so I assumed they must be in tall grass. I could tell you where every tall grass was along the way to and from the bank atm!

Sue, one of the owners of the hotel, expressed her concern, too, for the puppy dog and attempted to arrange a taxi for me to visit her at the Rescue Center. Because it was a holiday week-end, there was only one taxi and it would cost me 600 baht to travel there and back. There was a donation box for the Rescue Center situated behind the flyers; I trust completely that they will benefit from that 600 baht.

Still, I did want to learn her fate and well being so checked out their website http://www.samuidog.org/text3_english.htm and emailed them with her photo attached.

...and now (as Paul Harvey would have said) the rest of the story!

Loundry, the dog we rescued, is doing well. She was spayed 2 days ago. She is still very thin but doing well!

Best news yet, she belongs to a family in a nearby town; the family loves her and according to Jill, she was happy to see them when they came to visit her.

She does have an interesting story. Two weeks ago the Rescue Center received a phone call from some tourists in the nearby town where Loundry lived with her owners. The tourists said somebody was trying to poison a momma dog and her NINE puppies.

The rescue center agreed to take them in. They managed to find homes for all nine puppies; then, received a phone call from Loundry's owners. The owners showed up to retrieve her and on the way home she escaped from them; probably looking for her puppies.

The next time the rescue center saw her was when Michael brought her in last week-end.

I am eternally grateful for happy endings and Divine Intervention!

And, I am equally grateful for heightened awareness. Stray dogs and cats are a problem. As intelligent, compassionate human beings it is our responsibility to care for our planet and its inhabitants… including stray dogs and cats.

Through this experience, it occurred to me that although I perceive dogs and cats as pets some people consider them pests. And, some of those people exterminate them the way I do rats, mice, insects… Still others try to solve the problem by rounding them up and moving them to deserted islands. I believe their intentions were good; unfortunately, without food and water, things got ugly.

My take-aways from this experience are:

• Prayer worked and St. Francis’ energy performed above and beyond – thank you God, Angels and St. Francis!

• Everything happens for a reason: perhaps the angel puppy dog was an instrument in a grand plan to call attention to the Rescue Center’s mission as a “success model” and preferable alternative to extermination and/or dumping on a deserted island and/or ignoring a problem. Thank you angel puppy dog!

• Rescue Centers succeed on donations of money, “sweat equity” time and resources. http://www.samuidog.org/text3_english.htm And, the world could use a whole lot more rescue centers as well as responsible pet owners who spay/neuter their pets!!!Thank you volunteers and those of you responsible people who donate,volunteer and take care of all God’s creatures kindly, lovingly and intelligently!

• Finally, from my manicurist I learned, her Thai dog eats spicy Thai food! 

janet lee 

www.thesecretsolution.net • www.apcd-institute.org • www.mastermindcleanse.com 

 © jan gentleman-ingersoll Eastern Shepherd, Inc. 2009

Are You a Duck or Are You An Eagle Story

Coincidences can be so much FUN.

 

In recent blogs, as evidence of a higher inspired plan with perfect order – a.k.a. no need to worry about current events - I shared the story of setting a SMART goal to attract a job that met my needs. The moral of the story was that I did not get the job in my time because there was something I had yet to learn. Once learned, I immediately received the SMART goal job on a silver platter and with no effort on my part other than to say “yes”!

 

As part of my employment at an interim (and amazing) company I was required to listen to an audio tape recorded by Wayne Dyer, titled ARE YOU A DUCK OR AN EAGLE. The message that I heard in that tape completely transformed the life path I chose from that moment forward.

 

Today, in an email, I received the following story. It is the effect Wayne Dyer’s message had on a cabbie's life and is well worth reading!

 

“No one can make you serve customers well.
“That's because great service is a choice.
 
“Harvey Mackay, tells a wonderful story about a cab driver that proved this point.
 
“He was waiting in line for a ride at the airport. When a cab pulled up, the first thing Harvey noticed was that the taxi was polished to a bright shine. Smartly dressed in a white shirt, black tie, and freshly pressed black slacks, the cab driver jumped out and rounded the car to open the back passenger door for Harvey .
 
“He handed my friend a laminated card and said: 'I'm Wally, your driver. While I'm loading your bags in the trunk I'd like you to read my mission statement.'
 
“Taken aback, Harvey read the card.
 
“It said: Wally's Mission Statement:
“To get my customers to their destination in the quickest, safest and cheapest way possible in a friendly environment.
 
“This blew Harvey away. Especially when he noticed that the inside of the cab matched the outside. Spotlessly clean!
 
“As he slid behind the wheel, Wally said, 'Would you like a cup of coffee? I have a thermos of regular and one of decaf.'
 
“My friend said jokingly, 'No, I'd prefer a soft drink.'
 
“Wally smiled and said, 'No problem. I have a cooler up front with regular and Diet Coke, water and orange juice.'
 
“Almost stuttering, Harvey said, 'I'll take a Diet Coke.'
 
“Handing him his drink, Wally said, 'If you'd like something to read, I have The Wall Street Journal, Time, Sports Illustrated and USA Today.'
 
“As they were pulling away, Wally handed my friend another laminated card, 'These are the stations I get and the music they play, if you'd like to listen to the radio.'
 
“And as if that weren't enough, Wally told Harvey that he had the air conditioning on and asked if the temperature was comfortable for him.
 
“Then he advised Harvey of the best route to his destination for that time of day. He also let him know that he'd be happy to chat and tell him about some of the sights or, if Harvey preferred, to leave him with his own thoughts.
 
“'Tell me, Wally,' my amazed friend asked the driver, 'have you always served customers like this?'
 
“Wally smiled into the rear view mirror. 'No, not always. In fact, it's only been in the last two years. My first five years driving, I spent most of my time complaining like all the rest of the cabbies do. Then I heard the personal growth guru, Wayne Dyer, on the radio one day.
 
“He had just written a book called You'll See It When You Believe It . Dyer said that if you get up in the morning expecting to have a bad day, you'll rarely disappoint yourself. He said, 'Stop complaining! Differentiate yourself from your competition. Don't be a duck. Be an eagle. Ducks quack and complain. Eagles soar above the crowd.''
 
“'That hit me right between the eyes,' said Wally. 'Dyer was really talking about me. I was always quacking and complaining, so I decided to change my attitude and become an eagle. I looked around at the other cabs and their drivers. The cabs were dirty, the drivers were unfriendly, and the customers were unhappy.. So I decided to make some changes. I put in a few at a time. When my customers responded well, I did more.'
 
“'I take it that has paid off for you,' Harvey said.
 
“'It sure has,' Wally replied. 'My first year as an eagle, I doubled my income from the previous year. This year I'll probably quadruple it. You were lucky to get me today. I don't sit at cabstands anymore. My customers call me for appointments on my cell phone or leave a message on my answering machine. If I can't pick them up myself, I get a reliable cabbie friend to do it and I take a piece of the action.'
 
“Wally was phenomenal. He was running a limo service out of a Yellow Cab. I've probably told that story to more than fifty cab drivers over the years, and only two took the idea and ran with it. Whenever I go to their cities, I give them a call. The rest of the drivers quacked like ducks and told me all the reasons they couldn't do any of what I was suggesting.
 
“Wally the Cab Driver made a different choice. He decided to stop quacking like ducks and start soaring like eagles.
  
“How about us?
 
“Smile, and the whole world smiles with you... The ball is in our hands!
 
“A man reaps what he sows. Let us not become weary in doing good, for at the proper time we will reap a harvest if we do not give up... let us do good to all people.
 
“Ducks Quack, Eagles Soar”

 

I believe in God – a Higher Intelligence, Angels and Divine Order because I experienced it; and, I believe what works for me (and Wally) works for everybody!

janet lee 

www.thesecretsolution.net

www.apcd-institute.org

www.mastermindcleanse.com

 

© jan gentleman-ingersoll Eastern Shepherd, Inc. 2009