tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-314081402024-03-13T18:35:15.412+01:00Homeless SiteJudit Szeles's Blog In EnglishJudit Lingonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17869999610761174042noreply@blogger.comBlogger130125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31408140.post-19549442009940580912011-02-24T18:22:00.001+01:002011-02-24T18:24:05.499+01:00Has movedHERE:<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.panno.se/"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 118px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8FynKNL4rlQ/TWaTlqLxH_I/AAAAAAAAAa4/tz3ynSwOn5s/s320/panno.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5577307463733026802" border="0" /></a>Judit Lingonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17869999610761174042noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31408140.post-8009977652343733952010-01-06T11:46:00.003+01:002010-01-06T11:53:45.502+01:00xMark WordPress Theme v1.0<span style="font-size:85%;"><br /></span><span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" >After one hour of browsing, me and my project manager chose this design for </span><span style="font-size:85%;"><a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="http://www.panno.se/">panno.se</a><br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"> </span><a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="http://blogdesignsolutions.com/2007/02/23/xmark-wordpress-theme-v10/">xMark WordPress Theme v1.0</a><br /><br /><br /><a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__Gps_Pq5Rg0/S0RrKHZj4SI/AAAAAAAAAac/xU1dkkmItpI/s1600-h/panno2.PNG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 152px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__Gps_Pq5Rg0/S0RrKHZj4SI/AAAAAAAAAac/xU1dkkmItpI/s320/panno2.PNG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423577672790040866" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">What do you think?<br /></span><br /></span> <span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" >Posted using </span><span style="font-size:85%;"><a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="http://sharethis.com/">ShareThis</a></span>Judit Lingonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17869999610761174042noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31408140.post-85500273326314775472010-01-03T18:00:00.004+01:002010-01-03T18:45:05.846+01:00New Homesite<div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">It has been an issue for me for some months now: I need a new homesite!</span></span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">I removed everything already from the one I had before and just reserved a warm armchair at WordPress. </span><a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="http://www.panno.se/">Panno.se</a><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"> looks like this:</span></span><br /></div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__Gps_Pq5Rg0/S0DOWN7ytfI/AAAAAAAAAaU/r-Glxq5AJkk/s1600-h/panno1.PNG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 259px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__Gps_Pq5Rg0/S0DOWN7ytfI/AAAAAAAAAaU/r-Glxq5AJkk/s320/panno1.PNG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422560832446969330" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Well, right now nothing fancy. Have to wait until i decide about everything and that will take a little time. The actual design doesn't take that much effort if you use WordPress. It's all the planning before.</span></span><br /><span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" ><br /></span><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" ><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">So what is the very first stage of</span><span class="UIStory_Message" style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"> making own website: brainstorming, collecting info, tips, comparing with others and finally collapsing on the sofa.</span></span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">For brainstorming I use </span><a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="http://sourceforge.net/projects/xmind3/">XMind.</a><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"> Loads of fun. ;-) The Plan right now looks like a really ugly spider from Chernobyl (aka some extra-extra legs with lumps on). The Plan in my head looks even fuzzier. Sticking to the spider simile, like the net made by the spider on LSD. </span></span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">What I actually do is to find some blogs about blogs, homesites about homesites. It's not that complicated to find them, they are numerous. That's the problem. There's too much info. I'm sitting on the sofa being overloaded and almost paralized. But the show must go on. </span></span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:100%;" ><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" ><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">More updates about updates soon! </span></span><br /></div><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="text-decoration: underline;"><br /></span></span></span>Judit Lingonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17869999610761174042noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31408140.post-12878381645382544292010-01-01T11:55:00.000+01:002010-01-01T11:55:53.081+01:002009 Landscape and Dogs<div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__Gps_Pq5Rg0/Sz3UtJmuTNI/AAAAAAAAAY0/ZwhghhDl-CE/s1600-h/IMGP2458.jpg"><img border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__Gps_Pq5Rg0/Sz3UtJmuTNI/AAAAAAAAAY0/ZwhghhDl-CE/s320/IMGP2458.jpg" /></a> </div><br /><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__Gps_Pq5Rg0/Sz3UtTMHIRI/AAAAAAAAAY8/X-jOPjJFiNA/s1600-h/IMGP2463.jpg"><img border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__Gps_Pq5Rg0/Sz3UtTMHIRI/AAAAAAAAAY8/X-jOPjJFiNA/s320/IMGP2463.jpg" /></a> </div><br /><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__Gps_Pq5Rg0/Sz3Ut5VjB-I/AAAAAAAAAZE/5cfVifo67sw/s1600-h/IMGP2496.jpg"><img border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__Gps_Pq5Rg0/Sz3Ut5VjB-I/AAAAAAAAAZE/5cfVifo67sw/s320/IMGP2496.jpg" /></a> </div><br /><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__Gps_Pq5Rg0/Sz3UuB3ay7I/AAAAAAAAAZM/qgg2HvWADPc/s1600-h/IMGP2476.jpg"><img border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__Gps_Pq5Rg0/Sz3UuB3ay7I/AAAAAAAAAZM/qgg2HvWADPc/s320/IMGP2476.jpg" /></a> </div><em>(photo: Martin Larsson)</em><div style='clear:both; text-align:CENTER'><a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'><img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /></a></div>Judit Lingonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17869999610761174042noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31408140.post-28419135550314395492010-01-01T11:37:00.003+01:002010-01-01T11:40:36.093+01:00International Hangover Day<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__Gps_Pq5Rg0/Sz3QweLNZZI/AAAAAAAAAYs/-7qqxBJnylQ/s1600-h/IMGP2591.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__Gps_Pq5Rg0/Sz3QweLNZZI/AAAAAAAAAYs/-7qqxBJnylQ/s320/IMGP2591.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421719057576322450" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:78%;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">(Photo: Martin Larsson)<br /></span></span></div>Judit Lingonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17869999610761174042noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31408140.post-78631707215122167142009-12-30T20:06:00.004+01:002009-12-30T20:19:46.562+01:00The first of the 24<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__Gps_Pq5Rg0/Szuk46SA6CI/AAAAAAAAAXs/ldqPSMfTYGc/s1600-h/01.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 236px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__Gps_Pq5Rg0/Szuk46SA6CI/AAAAAAAAAXs/ldqPSMfTYGc/s320/01.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421107874094966818" border="0" /></a> <span style="font-size:85%;">Looking back to the Advent-project // I decided to add some lines to the pictures. Hope you enjoy it!!!<br /><br />1/24<br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" >Being in the Dark</span><br /><br /></span></span><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span></span><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">The darkest season of the year. We</span> light as many candles as possible, and <span style="font-style: italic;">adventlights</span> so that the seasonal depression does NOT ruin our most precious holiday, the birth of LIGHT. - says the picture.<br /><br /></span><span style="font-size:85%;">My brother felt some resemblance between the red figure and our mom. <span style="font-style: italic;">Angry Nancy</span> - he commented. And good that mom doesn't read this blog.</span><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" ></span></div>Judit Lingonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17869999610761174042noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31408140.post-66832590909223828212009-12-27T19:43:00.005+01:002009-12-27T20:02:55.131+01:00Sunday mumblings<div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">What did i want to say? oh yeah, a little summary of everything i had wanted to blog about but lost inspiration (due to personal issues with depression)</span></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"></span></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"></span></span></div><ul style="text-align: justify;"><li><span style="font-size:85%;">seen and smelled Eddie Izzard in Oslo the other day</span></li><li><span style="font-size:85%;">worked myself to exhaustion and had loads of pain last week and the week before</span></li><li><span style="font-size:85%;">was surprised that one of the biggest local foodstores, called Konsum underestimated the consumption and they had empty shelves before/during Christmas</span></li><li><span style="font-size:85%;">started reading but has very little motivation</span></li><li><span style="font-size:85%;">finished the Advent-project with lots of sweat and tears in btw</span></li><li><span style="font-size:85%;">listened to iPhone with huuuuge studio headphones (Spotify Premium all around the village..hehehehe)</span></li><li><span style="font-size:85%;">by the way iPhone i'm twittering and facebooking day and night :-P</span></li><li><span style="font-size:85%;">almost forgot that I survived Christmas without daughter, with Martin's relatives - got stomach,gall or/and kidney problem recently, and it started before Christmas with loss of apetite, so not much foodie food for me this year</span></li></ul><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" >Comments?</span> <br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">The word longing after is "epekedik" in Hungarian, stem is "epe" which means gall. OK, now put it together. I'm longing, longing, longing after something/one I'm not supposed to get, right? or what then? I feel misplaced. Haven't<span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"> been able to read for ages, not to talk about writing. It's kind of abnormal for a literature teacher, I guess. All right, give it up, give it up! Find something else, new...Damn it! easy to say. I'm lost. Must be some meaning in it. otherwise it just looks suffering for me. ;-) Well, there are several ways of fucking up your life. I chose the "play death". See you next year!<br /><br />PS Even transvestite lesbians make me horny. :-P </span></span> <br /></div>Judit Lingonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17869999610761174042noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31408140.post-57392175773481984802009-12-25T17:35:00.000+01:002009-12-25T17:36:37.136+01:00Punk Kitty<embed src="http://static0.video.sanriotown.com/flaon/uk/loader.swf?key=4ebdb84425e2d59d" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" height="300" width="400"></embed>Judit Lingonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17869999610761174042noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31408140.post-75213424448486635662009-12-23T09:14:00.003+01:002009-12-23T09:21:44.664+01:00astrological comfort zone overhaul...coming up!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__Gps_Pq5Rg0/SzHR8opKQ-I/AAAAAAAAAXk/Hn3rCL37dwg/s1600-h/22_web.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 284px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__Gps_Pq5Rg0/SzHR8opKQ-I/AAAAAAAAAXk/Hn3rCL37dwg/s400/22_web.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418342666335831010" border="0" /></a><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-weight: bold;">Happy Holidays and Happy New Year!</span></span><br /><br /><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">There's a critical influence headed our way that has the power to change our lives. Between now and February 2010, and again in August 2010, the faceoff between Saturn and Pluto will rattle your comfort zone if you've been choosing security and stagnation over emotional and spiritual growth. </span></span> <span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"> Comfort zone overhaul</span></span> <span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"> In a nutshell, here's what's going on . . .<br /><br />Saturn is the foundation on which we stand in the material world. It's the economic and political systems we rely on in our daily lives. Saturn is also the planet of karma and responsibility. Conversely, Pluto is the destroyer that brings about rebirth. It's Pluto's job to demolish outmoded ways of doing things so we can begin anew and live our highest destiny. You can view Pluto as a devil or a sword-wielding angel depending on how you feel about change.</span></span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" ><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">From terror to transformation</span></span> <span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"> So now these two superpowers are battling it out in a square (90-degree) aspect, which is creating a powder keg of energy that's sure to shake things up. The last time Saturn and Pluto collided was during an opposition (180-degree) aspect in the summer of 2001. The terrorist attacks of the time plunged the world into social and economic upheaval, which led to far-reaching reforms. Rooting out evil behavior is Pluto's job, too.<br /><br /></span></span><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" ><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Out with the old . . .</span></span> <span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"> Currently, on a global level, we've already seen a glimpse of the Saturn-Pluto square in the decimation of financial markets and once-powerful corporations. You can also see the struggle between Saturn (status quo) and Pluto (reform) in the transformation of the U.S. health-care system. And we're just in the beginning stages of this powerful influence!</span></span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" ><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">As if this weren't enough . . .</span></span> <span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"> Uranus ups the ante of change when it transits into Aries in May 2010, forming a cardinal T-cross with Saturn and Pluto over the summer, and beyond. The last time these three titans clashed was in the mid-'60s, when social and racial upheaval launched a paradigm shift in how we relate to each other. Obviously, it's time for a new level of enlightenment through the destruction of barriers that keep us from progressing.</span></span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" ><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">What this means for you</span></span> <span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"> You'll feel this influence immediately - in some fashion - if you have cardinal planets or other key placements in your chart in an early degree of Aries, Cancer, Libra or Capricorn. Depending on where these points are located in your chart will determine how you'll be affected - and how strongly.</span></span> <span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"> Most important, it's time to do some soul searching about attitudes, patterns and people that are part of your life but are holding you back from growing. It's usually best to deal with astrological influences from the inside out, especially if you have a head's up about what's coming. So go inside and ask yourself where you feel stuck. Are you staying in a relationship that's not supporting your dreams and goals? Are you on autopilot in a dead-end job? Are you slogging your way through financial quicksand? All of these outer struggles stem from inner emotional patterns that keep you from progressing. </span></span> <span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"> What's more, any resistance you have to making needed changes is your Saturn talking. It's the part of you that craves the security of knowing where you stand, as opposed to exploring new - and potentially unsuccessful - avenues. Strive to work with the heightened Pluto energy, which has a profound psychological component, by examining, working through and eliminating negative patterns. Taking time for introspection, meditation, therapy - whatever works for you - will help you to deal with whatever comes up during the Saturn-Pluto square. </span></span> <span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"> If some area of your life starts to mirror the Saturn-Pluto battle - that is, if this influence starts kicking your derrière - be still, take a breath and try to see what part of your life needs to change. After all (although this sounds trite), everything does indeed happen for a reason.<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">And here's something to keep in mind:</span> You may not be in control of what's happening, but you do have control over how you react to the people and situations surrounding the challenge. And remember, any challenges that arise are meant to help you get in touch with your soul's destiny.</span></span><br /><br /> <span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">from Cortney Litwin www.californiapsychics.com</span></span> </div>Judit Lingonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17869999610761174042noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31408140.post-10779132764700932232009-12-11T13:50:00.004+01:002009-12-11T14:31:25.672+01:00Sushi-party in Eigst<div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Last night there were two blinking police cars which draw my attention to the motorway E6 nearby. We have perfect view from out house towards the gas station and the E6, and since one of the police cars was blinking at the gas station, I thought there was something happening there. There is a rather big parking lot with lots of trucks usually, it's the very last stop for them (and perhaps for some smugglers and drug dealers as well) before the Norwegian border.<br /><br />My boyfriend was out walking the dogs, so I was a little bit worried about them too. But as they came back, I got a report about the events. there was a truck driving from Norway south on the E6, and where the motorway ends, and the speedlimit drops from 110 km/h to 50 km/h because of road construction, it tilted and 25 tons of fishguts poured on the road and around.<br /><br />Well, the exact place is called Eigst, and before the roadconstruction i had a friend living there. He was an old hermit only living for his plants, among them real rare examples which was demolished when they started reconstructing the E6. Of course he had to move, but he couldn't move all the trees and shrubbery which surrended his house.<br /><br />Among the trees was an 8 meter tall wonderful larch from the <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Kuril_Islands">Kuril Islands</a> (Larix gmelinii var. japonica). Not very many examples of this tree in Sweden. I was deeply touched when I heard that the trees would be cut down. But now I can feel a bit as if it was the revenge of the Kuril larch that the whole truckload if fishguts got to envelope the constructing area.<br /><br />It took a while to clean up that 25 tons of biological weapon , and I can imagine, this morning the construction workers could still feel the ground stinking.<br /><br />Eigst used to be a magical place: the old botanist and his exotic collection, sandlizzards, dancing fairies and trolls...And now they have no home. It was the least they could do to express their disapointment with making the road stink! :-)<br /><br /></span></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.biologie.uni-hamburg.de/b-online/earle/pi/la/gmelinii3.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 285px; height: 500px;" src="http://www.biologie.uni-hamburg.de/b-online/earle/pi/la/gmelinii3.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><br /><br /></span></span></div>Judit Lingonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17869999610761174042noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31408140.post-91867194343983997042009-12-10T11:39:00.002+01:002009-12-10T11:43:01.054+01:00Treating Depression With Reiki<p style="text-align: right; font-family: trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-size:85%;">By Peter Tremayne</span></p><p style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic;"><span style="font-size:85%;">Reiki Masters believe that thought is energy vibrating at a very high frequency while the human body is energy vibrating at a lower frequency. Vibrations produce actions and actions produce reactions at grosser and grosser levels of frequency in a ripple effect!</span></p><p style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic;"><span style="font-size:85%;">While positive thoughts are universally acknowledged to manifest as health, negative thoughts are held to produce disease or lack of ease. Mental disease is manifested as depression, depressive psychosis, mania or even schizophrenia.</span></p><p style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic;"><span style="font-size:85%;">Treating depression with Reiki is fast becoming a sought-after alternative to modern drugs. Reiki deals with depression as negative energy. Negative energy manifests at the aura level as imbalance in the Chakras or energy centres and is visible to the Reiki practitioner as grey or black spots in the aura. Imbalance of the energy centres causes reactions at a physical level, for the energy centre governs the health or disease of the organs and endocrine glands located within its purview.</span></p><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" ><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">Read more:</span></span> <span style="font-size:85%;"><a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="http://ezinearticles.com/?Treating-Depression-With-Reiki&id=189088">http://ezinearticles.com/?Treating-Depression-With-Reiki&id=189088</a></span>Judit Lingonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17869999610761174042noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31408140.post-64239644612795510682009-12-06T17:48:00.002+01:002009-12-06T17:49:31.832+01:00VERY MERRY XMAS!<img style="visibility: hidden; width: 0px; height: 0px;" src="http://counters.gigya.com/wildfire/IMP/CXNID=2000002.0NXC/bHQ9MTI2MDExNzc3NTkyOSZwdD*xMjYwMTE4MTE2MTE2JnA9NDE4ODEzJmQ9MjAzNTA*Jm49YmxvZ2dlciZnPTImbz**NGQ1ZDVhMjk1MGI*ODQ5OWMxYjBhNWY1ODdlOTk3MSZvZj*w.gif" border="0" height="0" width="0" /><div style="background-color: rgb(233, 233, 233); width: 425px;"><object id="A46952" quality="high" data="http://aka.zero.jibjab.com/client/zero/ClientZero_EmbedViewer.swf?external_make_id=KwpL2STSp0ez4k3A&service=elfyourself.jibjab.com&partnerID=ElfYourself" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="319" width="425"><param name="wmode" value="transparent"><param name="movie" value="http://aka.zero.jibjab.com/client/zero/ClientZero_EmbedViewer.swf?external_make_id=KwpL2STSp0ez4k3A&service=elfyourself.jibjab.com&partnerID=ElfYourself"><param name="scaleMode" value="showAll"><param name="quality" value="high"><param name="allowNetworking" value="all"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="FlashVars" value="external_make_id=KwpL2STSp0ez4k3A&service=elfyourself.jibjab.com&partnerID=ElfYourself"><param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"></object><div style="text-align: center; width: 435px; margin-top: 6px;">Send your own <a href="http://www.elfyourself.com/">ElfYourself</a> <a href="http://sendables.jibjab.com/ecards">eCards</a></div></div>Judit Lingonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17869999610761174042noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31408140.post-77130960890717888932009-11-27T10:01:00.005+01:002009-11-27T10:09:39.010+01:00Links for the week from Beyond Meds<span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Posting from Beyond Meds (some weekend readings):</span></span><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;" ><a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://bipolarblast.wordpress.com/2009/11/27/links-for-the-week/">Links for the week</a></span><br /><br /></div><ul><li><span style="font-size:85%;"><a href="http://news.bbc.co.uk/2/hi/uk_news/scotland/edinburgh_and_east/8380341.stm">‘Mental illness gene’ discovered by Scots scientists</a> I hate this sort of research, not because it’s 100% baseless, while there may be a very loose link to genes and mental health that is worth researching this sort of reporting of the results encourages the belief that one cannot change and that mental illness is forever when in fact the theory of <a href="http://bipolarblast.wordpress.com/?s=neuroplasticity">neuroplasticity suggests the opposite.</a> Genes and DNA both are not always deterministic. This sort of stuff shouldn’t be reported unless all the implications are covered. People need to know that DNA and genes are not always deterministic…and there is a huge move to deny people that knowledge. And this partial knowledge leads to the belief that one cannot heal and that one must take meds for the rest of their lives. Both conclusions I’ve seen disproven again and again.</span></li></ul><ul style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><li><span style="font-size:85%;"><a href="http://www.telegraph.co.uk/health/4974840/Wonder-drug-that-stole-my-memory.html">Wonder drug that stole my memory</a> – Statins have been hailed as a miracle cure for cholesterol, but little is known about their side effects. Also in most cases diet and exercise can change cholesterol enough. What’s more what is considered “high” cholesterol is overblown. There are some instances in which genetics do play and part and it really is a dangerous situation, but in most instances it’s hype that has been created by pharma. One need not take dangerous meds in most cases. Educate yourself before making any decisions.</span></li></ul> <ul style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><li><span style="font-size:85%;"><a href="http://www.guardian.co.uk/education/2009/nov/25/brazilian-mint-tea-pain-relief-drugs">Brazilian mint tea ‘as effective as pain-relief drugs’</a> | Society | guardian.co.uk (the actual herb is “hyptis crenata”)</span></li><li><span style="font-size:85%;"><a href="http://news.bbc.co.uk/2/hi/health/8375929.stm">BBC News – ‘Doctors should stop pushing drugs at depressed people’ </a>– and cognitive therapy as mentioned in the article is certainly not the only alternative and only sometimes the appropriate alternative. There are as many ways to recovery as there are people.</span></li></ul> <ul><li><span style="font-size:85%;"><a href="http://www.medicalnewstoday.com/articles/172049.php">Nanoparticles In Everyday Items Caused Genetic Damage In Mice</a> — messing with nature, such a good idea…</span></li></ul> <ul><li><span style="font-size:85%;"><a href="http://www.susandopart.com/blog/2009/11/22/omega-3-fats-versus-statin-drugs.html">Omega-3 Fats versus Statin Drugs?</a> – Blog – Susan B. Dopart M.S., R.D.</span></li></ul> <ul><li><span style="font-size:85%;"><a href="http://pharmagossip.blogspot.com/2009/11/merck-vioxx-adverse-heart-effects-may.html">Merck – Vioxx: Adverse Heart Effects May have Been Identified Years Earlier</a> — PharmaGossip</span></li></ul> <ul><li><span style="font-size:85%;">The Carlat Psychiatry Blog: <a href="http://carlatpsychiatry.blogspot.com/2009/11/brian-vastags-concise-review-of-how.html">Brian Vastag’s Concise Review of How Drug Companies Use CME for Marketing</a></span></li></ul> <ul><li><span style="font-size:85%;"><a href="http://www.power2u.org/articles/recovery/two_boys.html">A tale of two boys – NEC Article</a> an all too common story of destruction juxtaposed with how simple recovery might have been</span></li></ul> <ul><li><span style="font-size:85%;"><a href="http://www.guardian.co.uk/commentisfree/2009/nov/23/flibanserin-female-sexuality-drug-companies">Pill-popping approach to female libido | Christine Ottery</a> | Comment is free | guardian.co.uk — Someone talking sense about the female VIAGRA crap. From the article: “<em>However, some are concerned that FSD has been fabricated to monetise women’s sexual insecurities. An article in the journal Sexualities posits that the pharmaceutical industry was looking to replicate the £1bn success of Viagra and so introduced the concept of female sexual dysfunction</em>.”</span></li></ul> <ul><li><span style="font-size:85%;"><a href="http://news.bbc.co.uk/2/hi/health/8367301.stm">BBC News – Morphine ‘might spread cancer’</a> (all opiate drugs)</span></li></ul> <ul><li><span style="font-size:85%;"><a href="http://sciencenow.sciencemag.org/cgi/content/full/2009/1116/1">Meditation Halves Risk of Heart Attack</a> Science Now</span></li></ul> <!--end entry-->Judit Lingonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17869999610761174042noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31408140.post-18417442596920914452009-11-26T19:06:00.002+01:002009-11-26T19:08:10.886+01:00Get over it<span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" ><strong style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">“Telling a person with <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Posttraumatic_stress_disorder">PTSD </a>to ‘get over it’ is kind of like trying to heal a broken bone by hitting it with a hammer.”</strong></span>Judit Lingonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17869999610761174042noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31408140.post-80040595550055992142009-11-26T16:18:00.000+01:002009-11-26T16:19:35.092+01:00Rumi words<span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" ><em style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">Those who don’t feel this Love<br />pulling them like a river,<br />those who don’t drink dawn<br />like a cup of spring water<br />or take in sunset like supper,<br />those who don’t want to change,<br />let them sleep.<br />This Love is beyond the study of theology,<br />that old trickery and hypocrisy.<br />If you want to improve your mind that way,<br />sleep on.<br />I’ve given up on my brain.<br />I’ve torn the cloth to shreds<br />and thrown it away.<br />If you’re not completely naked,<br />wrap your beautiful robe of words<br />around you,<br />and sleep.</em></span><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" ><em style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"><br /><br /></em><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"> - Rumi</span></span>Judit Lingonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17869999610761174042noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31408140.post-71338458981307065952009-11-26T13:11:00.004+01:002009-11-26T13:53:48.433+01:00Me, Myself and I<div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-size:85%;">Working with myself and the ultimate reality for a while now, I can pretty much confirm that the ego and the self are not the same thing. I know it from experience, though this sounds a bit lofty, right? </span></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-size:85%;">Well, let's approach it from the point of love. (Hmmm <span style="font-weight: bold;">love</span>, what else? "Bad habit", I'm a buddhist. LOL) When we believe we love ourselves most of the time we just pamper our ego. I often get the advice: be a little bit nice to yourself, pamper yourself with a nice bath, a rejuvenating massage, some good food etc. That's easy! Only give a little space and time for yourself and done. And in the bathtub looking at my big stomach I call myself a fat slut, at the masseur I start longing after sex and at the same time I call myself a slut again, and guess how shameful I feel like after eating a nice dinner! Yes, I'm talking about <span style="font-weight: bold;">these thoughts</span>. If someone else said these things to me, it would be an insult. But when I do it, I don't even realize what I'm doing. Wonderful!</span></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-size:85%;">I was at <a href="http://juditlingon.blogspot.com/2009/11/after-vivation-course.html">Vivation </a>course this weekend, and some of the masks of the ego fell down and suddenly - in a deep meditative state of mind - I was alone with myself. No ego buzzing around. Just me and myself. It was a bit scarry though, not often can I see myself this way. And the very first time in my life I was able to look at myself as I am, and even generate genuine love towards myself. It was scarry and at the same time very touching. Me as a wise and beautiful angel looking at a frightenered little girl the first time in this lifetime after 40 years of living next to each other speechless, most of the time ignorantly hovering around each other.</span></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-size:85%;">And do you know how I said hi to myself? I said: <span style="font-weight: bold;">HELLO, KITTY! - </span>and all this in damn serious deep meditation! Still makes me smile. </span></span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">HELLO, KITTY!<span style="font-style: italic;"></span></span></span></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-style: italic;"></span></span></span></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-style: italic;"></span></span></span></span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">HELLO, KITTY! </span><span><span style="font-style: italic;">- I smiled at myself and took my hands and started hovering in the air with 2-3 more angels.</span></span></span></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><span><span style="font-style: italic;"></span></span></span></span></div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><span><span style="font-style: italic;"><br /></span></span></span></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__Gps_Pq5Rg0/Sw529F7RnMI/AAAAAAAAAXc/TO3t5KF6cmY/s1600/hello_kitty_angel.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 261px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__Gps_Pq5Rg0/Sw529F7RnMI/AAAAAAAAAXc/TO3t5KF6cmY/s400/hello_kitty_angel.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408390994453437634" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><span><span style="font-style: italic;"></span></span><span>And this I would call unconditioned love, the realization of self(lessness). Precious moment. Because the ego is right away back like a guarddog which never sleeps. :-) </span></span></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><span>So to make </span></span></span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><span>love </span></span></span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><span> myself I don't really need anything but myself and a little bit of more practice of deep meditation. Very good, because it doesn't even depend on if I can afford a massage or a nice dinner!</span></span></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><span>;-)</span></span></span><br /></div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><br /></span></span></span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-size:85%;"> </span></span>Judit Lingonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17869999610761174042noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31408140.post-49064585493782859702009-11-25T11:55:00.000+01:002009-11-25T11:57:03.581+01:00Food for the Soul<object width="245" height="164"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/H7ofPdEgsoQ&hl=sv_SE&fs=1&rel=0&color1=0x3a3a3a&color2=0x999999&border=1"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/H7ofPdEgsoQ&hl=sv_SE&fs=1&rel=0&color1=0x3a3a3a&color2=0x999999&border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="245" height="164"></embed></object>Judit Lingonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17869999610761174042noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31408140.post-35326441550529178152009-11-25T11:11:00.008+01:002009-11-25T11:48:30.492+01:00Intelligent dogs, trainable humans<div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Many of you already know that<a href="http://brummi.dmldata.se/#home"> </a><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><a href="http://brummi.dmldata.se/#home">I have a Tibetan mastiff bitch</a>.</span></span> She's almost two years old now, and growing up she's leaving her puppylike behaviour behind.</span></span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Well, it's been an intensive 2 years of training, I must say. There were no days same. And since I'm a very responsible dog/cat owner - or better say friend, I tried to work with her consequently. It's been (and is still) a very <span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">dynamic</span></span> personality forming and reforming <span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">process </span></span>between 2 humans, 2 dogs (of totally different breed and behaviour, our other is a precious terrier) and a cat. <span style="font-weight: bold;">OUR FLOCK.</span> We have a correspondant member as well: my daughter. :-)</span></span><br /></div><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><br /></span></span><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__Gps_Pq5Rg0/Sw0JPVBjoWI/AAAAAAAAAXU/A0blUVzD8aQ/s1600/IMGP9174.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 261px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__Gps_Pq5Rg0/Sw0JPVBjoWI/AAAAAAAAAXU/A0blUVzD8aQ/s320/IMGP9174.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407988886488195426" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">Our flock last winter</span><br /></div><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><br /></span></span><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">I must say, <span style="font-weight: bold;">Tibetan Mastiff is a breed you don't take it seriously, you might not only damage the dog's life, but can get damaged yourself ;-) </span>(Some descriptions of the breed can be though a bit frightening or to some degree exaggerated, but I wouldn't say there is no truth in them!)</span></span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Yesterday evening when my bitch was lying next to me and I could feel her breath in my neck, and I was enjoying her presence so much, I started thinking about breeding her. She is beautiful and has a good temperament - would be wonderful to see how her puppies would look like. My next thought was what to do with the puppies. No matter how much I would like to keep all of them, I should find new families for them. Selling a TM-puppy is a big responsibility in my opinion. Me loving animals would not be able to see them suffer. Brummi, my dog is almost like a daughter for me, and I wouldn't just sell my grandkids to some cruel or ignorant humans!</span></span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">If we ever had puppies, I would help the new owners as much as I could, because living and working with TMs is tough, especially this first 2 very intensive years. And then you can't still just leave it as it is - that would ruin your work completely.</span></span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">A Tibetan Mastiff is continously a challenge - but believe me,<span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"> the results are just amazing!</span></span> Strong friendship, unconditioned love and warmth, a balanced body with wonderfully smooth fur (no "dogsmell"), honesty and intelligence:</span></span><br /></div><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><br /></span></span><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-e.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs056.snc3/14339_1151287462882_1248489921_364813_5908708_n.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__Gps_Pq5Rg0/Sw0JCBzrLXI/AAAAAAAAAXM/cl2eDxOJjAo/s320/reading+tm.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407988657991396722" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">Photo of<span style="font-style: italic;"> Hamish</span> taken by<a href="http://www.facebook.com/photo.php?pid=364813&id=1248489921&ref=mf"> Wes McCrum</a></span><a href="http://www.facebook.com/photo.php?pid=364813&id=1248489921&ref=mf"><br /></a></div><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><br /><br /></span></span>Judit Lingonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17869999610761174042noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31408140.post-81559289887012705262009-11-23T14:15:00.007+01:002009-11-23T15:13:08.290+01:00After Vivation course<div style="text-align: justify;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" >I have an aquintance in Gothenburg who works with <a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://www.vivation.com/">Vivation</a>. </span><br /><br /><span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" >According to <span style="font-weight: bold;">Wikipedia</span>: </span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"> <span style="font-style: italic;"> Vivation is a feeling based meditation. The primary difference between Vivation and other types of meditation is its emphasis on maintaining awareness of the </span></span><i style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic;">strongest feeling</i><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" > in the body on an ongoing basis. In this way, the experience itself guides and instructs the practitioner where to go next. In Vivation no distinction is made between emotions or sensations, as both are experienced kinesthetically. In Vivation, there is no requirement to quiet the mind. If the mind is overly active, the practitioner simply continues noticing what that feels like in the body. Because of its emphasis on feelings, there is no mental or cognitive component to Vivation. Vivation practitioners claim that by connecting directly to the physical feelings in the body, negative thoughts about those feelings are bypassed, resulting in a much more honest and pleasurable experience. From the perspective of Vivation, there is no such thing as negative feelings, only negative thoughts about those feelings. Feelings once experienced openly and honestly, are inherently positive and blissful. Practitioners claim that by relaxing the mind and body and paying attention to the feelings already present, any "make wrong" about those feelings is relaxed too. This results in a relaxation or "melting" of body armor (see </span><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" >Wilhelm Reich</span><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" >). When a feeling is integrated, the physiological energy keeping the emotion suppressed is now released, resulting in a feeling of bliss (see </span><span class="mw-redirect" style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" >Sananda</span><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" >). According to Vivation everything integrates. Every integration is permanent and represents a step forward in the individuals autonomy, freedom and liberation.</span><a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Vivation"> READ MORE</a></span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">I can't say that I'm not still under the influence of the experience I have had. It was an intensive weekend-course held by my friend. Sometimes I thought it was way too boring because I didn't find anything new in it; sometimes I thought it was too much talk, but at the same time, I wouldn't have been able to ""vive" any more, because it was very intensive when we were "in action"; other times I just wanted to go away - the mind protesting against being reveiled and dethroned.</span><span style="font-size:85%;"> Shaking emotions, mixed memories.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">There is nothing new in it. </span>It is a combination of many useful and wise elements yoga/tantra/spiritualism/psychology have ever found.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">It's useful to listen</span> to the coaching affirmations of the guide. I've never been praised this much in my life. It's a way to learn how you can and should praise yourself and be a honest support for yourself in any situation.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">It's important to talk and share your experiences</span>, even if we all know, noone has the same experience. But it helps us to unload what we've been carrying, and it wakes up compassion.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Facing your mind is the most difficult thing ever.</span> Embracing and loving everything which we always considered negative is not fun, requires a brave heart and lots of patience. You can lie to yourself without being able to recognize you are covering something very stubbornly.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">There is a very powerful exercise in Vivation which is called eyegazing. While doing Vivation: observing yourself, integrating everything which manifests itself in bodily sensation and turning to it with loving kindness - <span style="font-weight: bold;">your eyes are wide open looking at another person doing Vivation</span>.</span> <span style="font-size:85%;">One can say after trying it: it is spooooooky! And at the same time for a person like me suffering from some grade of social phobia, paranoia and from low/no self-esteem it was liberating.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">I've realized that I should allow myself to be tired without falling asleep. :-) Well, it is always difficult when meditating someone feels strong pain or falls asleep. What I was able to do this time was actually being able to observe and accept myself being tired and yawning like a lazy lion - without falling asleep or dozing off just for 5 secs. I also realized that besides having real reason for tiredness, it's often the excuse of the mind for not participating in activities. And this is not laziness, I'm talking about. This is real tiredness - can be measured. This is that annoying numbness depressed people usually experience, a sort of apathy and frozenness.</span><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Pain, fear and tiredness.</span> The summary of the weekend. It seems to come from outside, grabbing us and we experience it as suffering. But it's not something beyond us. It is very concretely in our mind manifesting itself very clearly in the body. But we never listen to it! We try to run away, to cover it, to put make-up, bandage on it, to dump it, replant it, numb it with pills...shut it down! You are supposed to be young, beautiful, painless and fresh - as if you didn't have a body. The body is a tool to understand yourself. If you shut it down, manipulate it and exploit it with dumping all the crap in your life into it, no wonder it gives up functioning! :-)</span><br /></div><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /></span><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size:85%;">I practice Buddhism and regularly meditate (Vipassana). This made it easier maybe to understand Vivation. I'm sure I would have come to the same realizations during my meditation sessions, but Vivation's given a little kick to it. As I said, it's nothing new I've learnt. It's just the RIGHT COMBINATION of the already known moments.</span><br /><br /><br /></div></div>Judit Lingonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17869999610761174042noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31408140.post-32246457488568491252009-11-20T10:40:00.017+01:002009-11-20T11:18:23.298+01:00The Tale of the Dragon<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__Gps_Pq5Rg0/SwZkMPZ45JI/AAAAAAAAAXE/6FraNoxCbO8/s1600/Japanese+tourist+taking+pictures+of+our+students-PRICELESS.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__Gps_Pq5Rg0/SwZkMPZ45JI/AAAAAAAAAXE/6FraNoxCbO8/s320/Japanese+tourist+taking+pictures+of+our+students-PRICELESS.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406118564161184914" border="0" /></a><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-size:78%;" ><span style="font-family:times new roman;">(This photo is an illustration)<br /><br /></span></span><div style="text-align: justify;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-family:verdana;">There is nothing remarkable about our village. I often referred to it as <span style="font-style: italic;">Twin Peaks</span> hence there was something rotten here. Well, we can say, literally rotten as well, because seasonal floods were very common.<br /><br />On one side there were some family houses with tiny tidy front yards, and on the other side it was the "triangle". The triangle has never had any buildings, any cultivation, and those peasants who were occasionnally asked to mow down the reed and weed had horrible suspicions.<br /><br />Beyond the horizon there were still some houses left from the golden era of the village, the old motel, restaurant, grocery, shoemaker, village council...only leftovers: bones, shells, skeletons and vaste emptiness.<br /><br />I was standing in between, at the gas station filling up. There was nothing romantic about it, but I still felt a bit day-dreamingish, felt that warm fuzzy undetermined cloud hovering around my head. When </span></span></span><span style="font-family:verdana;">gingerly</span></span> <span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-family:verdana;">a tourist couch rolled in to the station, the airtight doors just softened up and then...I heard the cameras clicking before I could see all the japanese tourists pouring out from the vehicle. Strange they all gathered on one side of the gas station gazing towards the region I described as beyond the horizon. They were looking at the greyest, most boring nothing framed by some hills and totally ignoring everything which I would still call: our village. I was slightly shocked and curious. What the hell can a group of Japanese tourists find interesing there? I asked the travel guide, who was a local guy.<br /><br />I still remember his answer, but not much of his explanation of what the expression, </span></span></span></span><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-style: italic;">the tail of the dragon</span></span></span></span></span><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"> actually meant. Japanese is a very beautiful, poetic language, I thought. But still, the mistery of the dragon's tale eludes from the memory with no tracks.<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" >(Thanks to Elisabeth for sharing her experiences with me.)<br /><br /></span></span></span></span></span></div><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-size:78%;" ><span style="font-family:times new roman;"></span></span></div></div><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" ><br /></span>Judit Lingonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17869999610761174042noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31408140.post-24059542716115904992009-11-20T10:19:00.005+01:002009-11-20T10:30:12.649+01:00Reiki Skee<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__Gps_Pq5Rg0/SwZfR8AYPWI/AAAAAAAAAW8/KNr7GSE7K4A/s1600/reiki.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__Gps_Pq5Rg0/SwZfR8AYPWI/AAAAAAAAAW8/KNr7GSE7K4A/s200/reiki.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406113164474989922" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">A new logo for my "business" at home is ready. We asked a local entrepeneur to make a decent size of sign which we can have on the side of the house. When I was walking the dogs today I saw, he put it into his shopwindow hoping that we walk by and pay for it. It's a rather simple sign, won't cost much. Well, can't make the business worse - hopefully it makes it better. :-)</span></span><br /><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">So from today there is a logo for Reiki treatment in Skee, West-Sweden. The sign is rather short-spoken. In my opinion if someone doesn't know what Reiki is, should not get it anyway. :-)<br />The sign has my cellphone number - better get ready for some phonecalls! :-D</span></span><br /></div>Judit Lingonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17869999610761174042noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31408140.post-73814537356517326032009-11-19T11:20:00.005+01:002009-11-19T11:36:01.445+01:00Non-sense versus sickness<div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">I's called sickness. It's called sickleave. It's sick. It sticks.</span></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Some are milder, call it sensitivity (like my shrink). And limitations. Hazy crazy.</span></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">The worst is when not recognized and forced into situations which freaks me out. Hurts most if they are friends or relatives. "You should try to go off the pills. You can do it." - "There is nothing wrong with you, you are just lazy." - "Oh, you haven't found a job? Should try harder." - etc.</span></span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Then the best is to be sensitive. Without limits.</span></span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">SOMETHING ELSE. Reading some blogs I found this: <a href="http://www.peacelovestudios.com/">PeaceLoveStudio</a></span></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">A bit difficult to go through the whole site (lack of concentration and patience), but I got the main idea. I remember sitting timidly at a hospital among other patients and trying to make some brush strokes on the screamingly white paper. I remember making the very first summary of my silence and depression by drawing a "dangerous red dog". The very </span></span><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">first </span></span><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">steps out from hell. For me it works to paint. I believe there are many who can be helped with creativity. I've been thinking about joining/starting a group here, where we live. But I'm very bad at doing campaigns and finding the "right people".</span></span><br /><br /><br /></div>Judit Lingonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17869999610761174042noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31408140.post-34009717547994944062009-11-17T15:27:00.002+01:002009-11-17T17:32:25.776+01:00Networking<div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;" ><span style="font-size:85%;">"...There were different stages to my mental distress and initially I can liken it to falling into an abyss. It was the most terrifying experience of my life. Nothing prepared me for the sheer terror of it. My breakdown was sudden, intense, dramatic and very painful. I literally screamed in terror. All this must have been very disturbing for my family, and particularly, my younger siblings. I was a liability, an embarrassment as I would scream anywhere and at any given time, which at the beginning was most of the time. Mine was the manic variety of depression, rather than an over-whelming tiredness to the bone marrow. I was only a mere 6 stone in weight and could not gain weight. I walked, bent over, like an old woman (in fact, I felt ancient). All this and with my unkempt appearance and terrified demeanor must have been quite frightening for my peers to see when they visited me. My bubbley and out-going personality had meant I was popular and good friends found it difficult to equate my new experience with their old perception of me. Most, told me later, had been so shocked by my transformation that they went home and cried afterwards, but tried to keep it together in my company. I really learnt that I had good friends during this difficult stage in my life..." by GRAINNE HUMPHRYS</span><br /><br /></span><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">This is a short citation from <a href="http://bipolarblast.wordpress.com/2009/11/16/hope-time-and-love/">a blog entry</a> I read recently at http://bipolarblast.wordpress.com<br />Worth to read it, it deeply touched me. And at the same time I started envying this woman for such a wonderful family and friends. Something I don't have. Well, I guess, people around me don't know or don't want to know much about conditions/personality I have or/and alternative methods for personality development.Far from accusing anyone!!! We are all walking in the same darkness, right? Just some of us have bigger and better torch.<br />On the other hand I must admit it is extremely difficult for others to understand such a behaviour I have time to time. Running away, isolating myself, cutting off connections - they take it personal, and turn away. I can understand it.<br />Finding other connections is difficult. I put myself into an extremely difficult situation when I moved from my native country to another one. I'm hoping to be taken to those with similar experiences by my guardian angels: <span style="font-style: italic;">Hope, Time and Love.<br /><br /><br /></span> </span></span><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;" ><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><br /><br /> </span><br /></span></div>Judit Lingonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17869999610761174042noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31408140.post-22254094751155380582009-11-12T09:02:00.003+01:002009-11-12T09:13:47.433+01:00Hullo!! Hullo!!!<div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Telephone just doesn't work for me.</span></span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" >Hullo!!</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">THE PHONE IS NOT SOMETHING FOR MEEEE!</span></span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" >Hullooooo!!!!</span><br /><span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" >Ok, I just don't pick it up next time.</span><br /><span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" >Or I don't even have the ringsignal on.</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" >Cellphone?</span><br /><span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" >Forget it! It gives me headache.</span><br /><br /><span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" >I can give you some reasons if you want to. But you don't want to. You just want to pour your information, opinion, questions on me.</span><br /><span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" >We almost never meet. I mean IRL...in real life.</span><br /><span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" >This faceless, odourless, expressionless was of communication called mask, I'm sorry, I meant TELEPHONE doesn't work for me. You know, it's cold. And after a while my earlobe gets sweaty and kind of sticks to the phone. </span><span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" >Yes, I can make those funny sounds when I lift off the listener from my ear.</span><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" > Plop...</span><br /><br /><span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" >E-mail me, OK? Or just come over with a box of chocolate. I know. If you don't really want something from me, forget it. you don't have to. That's also ok. No worries. No phonecalls.<br /><br /><br /></span></div>Judit Lingonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17869999610761174042noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31408140.post-43425467255834835692009-11-12T08:24:00.007+01:002009-11-12T08:36:34.402+01:00Irregulaties<span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-size:85%;">All right, it's not that fun if you have to wait way too long for a blog entry. I know, I'm a lousy blogger.<br /><br /><object width="415" height="334"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/IpXj5tgt9uk&hl=sv_SE&fs=1&rel=0&color1=0xcc2550&color2=0xe87a9f&border=1"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/IpXj5tgt9uk&hl=sv_SE&fs=1&rel=0&color1=0xcc2550&color2=0xe87a9f&border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="415" height="334"></embed></object><br /><br />Rings the bell?<br /><br /></span></span>Judit Lingonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17869999610761174042noreply@blogger.com0