Friday, June 29, 2012

I THINK ABOUT THE FALLEN HEROES

Every week or so it seems brings a new person or more to the guilty box. It is that "shame and blame" zone where unfathomable things have happened in the name of greed, lust, crazy-making or all of the above and more.

Another shocking scandal brought to light, tried, and convicted. She killed her mother-in-law and husband. He did unthinkable things to young boys. The co-conspirators covered it over with a thin coat of transparent paint—they are guilty too. The cops behaved like the bad guys and gals, despite the trust we placed in them. The politicians—well they did what too many politicians do—crash, burn, and hang themselves on their own petard.

I wish I could wave my magic wand and defuse the temptation of GLOP.  I hope you can. Let's try to focus on all the good and bypass the not so good. Despite major breaches of trust, our world is still a lovely place to be.

 Bye For Now,

 Bill

Wednesday, June 27, 2012

WORDS WORTH READING

Life is not easy for any of us. But what of that? We must have perseverance and, above all, confidence in ourselves. We must believe that we are gifted for something, and that this thing, at whatever cost, must be attained.

--Marie Curie

I could not agree more and encourage all to follow their gifts and their dreams.

Bye For Now,

Bill

Monday, June 25, 2012

THE HEAT WERE HOT

As you know, if you read my blogs, I'm not a big sports buff. I did enjoy watching all of the NBA playoff games as they were entertainment of the highest order. I was happy the Heat won, even though many people say they are angry at the team. I try my best not to get into that. It is time LeBron is forgiven for his past "immaturity" to which he has already confessed and apologized.

What do we learn from it all? Hang tough, play strong, be a team, have a vision, see it through, persevere, and sweat it out... Life is a full court press every step of the way. Slam dunk when you can, foul when you have to, keep your eye on the ball, and you too can win. Perhaps you will never hoist a trophy high, but that is not really important.

Win your game, best as you can, feel proud, and consistently hit three pointers like Mike Miller—aching back and all—did. Swoosh!

Bye for Now,

Bill

Friday, June 22, 2012

CHECK IT OUT

There is a magazine that I enjoy called "Nostalgic America." Lot's of "oldy but goldy" pictures to see. Today I saw one from the shot heard round the world. Too young to remember what that was?

It was when Bobby Thomson hit a walk off home run to win the penant for the NY Giants from the NY Dodgers. Those were the days.

But what I noticed was the dress code in the stands. Tie and jacket were the norm. Same was true for theater in New York back then. Now the dress code has morphed to shorts and tee with flip flops. Comfie, but not quite the same.

Bye For Now,

bill

Wednesday, June 20, 2012

ME AND Le Bron CHILLING

On Saturday Dr. Penzer was quoted on the front page of the Sun Sentinel saying, "I have watched in awe throughout the last 40 years as the people who visited my office have risen up to and taken down whatever obstacles lay in their paths.
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Monday, June 18, 2012

THEY GET MAD AND GET EVEN

I had drafted a blog for Friday and today, BUT I ticked off the bad spirits in my previous posts and they wiped them out as a way of getting even with me.

Whatever you do don't upset the spirits or they will do the same back to you. May the only evil spirits be in your glass.

 Hang with the good guys and all will be well.

Bye for now,

Bill

Wednesday, June 13, 2012

THE VOODOO CEREMONY: Part III

The day after the ceremony we returned to the desolate spot where it had occurred. A bleacher had been set up for us to sit on.  I was on the top level chatting with Susan, one of the most stable and sanest people on the trip. All of a sudden and out of the blue, she began to cry hysterically.

"What's wrong? Was it something I said?" knowing it could not be related to our meaningless chatter. "I don't know why I am crying," she said amid the sound effects and gasping that accompany hysterical people.

At that moment, the Voodoo Priest, Acquete, noticed the commotion and walked over to the bottom of the bleachers. He made some dramatic hand gestures and she stopped crying instantly. She had no idea why she started or instantly stopped crying.

When the debriefing meeting to explain what happened the night before at the ceremony began, I raised my hand and asked the equivalent of WTF just happened?  The explanation, translated from African to French to English came back as this:

The Priest throws firecrackers all about at the ceremony to scare away the bad spirits. He blows perfume spray to attract the good spirits. Some of the bad guys lingered in the area and had invaded Susan this morning. His finger motions scared them away.

To this day, I have never been able to come up with a better explanation. Can you? Contact me if you would like to know the three hand gestures he used. I have them down pat!


Bye For Now,

Bill

Monday, June 11, 2012

THE VOODOO CEREMONY: Part II

When we returned to the hotel at about 2 a.m. I asked the desk clerk if I had a call. He looked at me strangely and said, "No sir." I didn't believe him. I knew my wife well enough to know that if there was a problem at the house she would call—even when I was in Africa.

By the time I got to my room the phone was ringing. "It has been resolved, but there was a problem at the house tonight," she said. "I know, I sent some spirits to help you," I responded. "And what kind of spirits have you been drinking tonight?" she inquired. "Cold sober I am—unfortunately," I said and then went on to tell her of my experience, at crazy-money long distance charges. Remember it was 1982. She told me that she had called because she was afraid the clerk would tell me she called earlier to get my opinion, even though she specifically asked him not to, and that I would worry. No worries when one is in tune with the spirits, rather than imbibing in them!

All of that happened just as I am describing and opened my eyes just a little to the spirit world and the like.

More on Wednesday so stay tuned—all three of you!

Bye for Now,

Bill

Friday, June 8, 2012

A PROBLEM AT HOME

In trance, I became in touch with the idea that there was a problem at home. And there I was far away. It wasn't a serious problem best as I could tell, but one that needed my assistance.

In my head I spoke to the spirits and asked them to intervene and help out. This was a bit unusual for me, but what was I to do so far away from home?

The spirits came through and helped resolve things at the very time in the U.S. that I requested their assistance in Africa. Those spirit dudes do move quickly!

Next week I will tell you two stories related to this that  blew me away.

Bye for Now,

Bill

Wednesday, June 6, 2012

IN 1982 IWENT TO WEST AFRICA

Our motley crew studied alternative medicine and healing. We visited healers, psychics, herbalists, and even attended a voodoo ceremony on a Friday evening.

Acquete, the voodoo priest, glowed in the darkness as he was constantly in motion, throwing firecrackers and blowing perfume. Women, danced around to the rhythm of the drums until they fell down on the floor in trance, spoke in tongues to the spirits, and told Acquete what they had learned from the spirits.

At some point in this long evening ceremony, the drums lulled me into trance.  On Friday I will tell you what happened then.

Bye For Now,

Bill

Monday, June 4, 2012

ON UNREALISTIC OPTIMISM

For most of my career I have focused on realism. My semi-scientific mind skirted issues of what seemed like the supernatural. Miracles, and the like, seemed a bit of a stretch. I stayed in the zone, rather than the twilight zone.

A variety of influences, including Bernie Siegel, M.D.'s books persuaded me to venture into "out there." I found that the more I accepted "out there" the  more "out there" answered me back. This relates to my statement of the last year—"There are no coincidences, only endless opportunities and possibilities.

In reality i have known that since 1982. More on my West African adventure on Wednesday.

Meanwhile, don't contemplate your navel. Contemplate the subject of miracles, blessings, angels, and the like, and their influence on your life.

Bye for Now,

Bill

Friday, June 1, 2012

THE POWER OF OUR CESS PART III

I spoke on Monday and Wednesday about the power of our histories. One of the things that has helped me to strengthen my Dam and neutralize the cess-based influences is my simple minded philosophy of Realistic Optimism.

In it's simplest form RO says, if it is realistic then be optimistic and hopeful.  Much research shows that the more optimistic we can be the better the outcomes in most challenging situations. Where cess creates inner clouds, optimism lets the sun shine in within.

You can read more about RO in my book, "How to Cope Better When Someone You Love Has Cancer," or in a reprint that Coping with Cancer Magazine published in their May/June edition that can be found at cancerville.com under articles.

Next week I will talk about what I have come to call Unrealistic Optimism.

Bye for Now,

Bill