EFT a Revolutionary tool for the Revolutionary minded.

EFT (emotional freedom technique) is amazingly quick and effective therapy for shock, fear and stress from traumatic events.
Helpful for calming your heart and mind in the midst of the most intimidating events. It Helps calm children amid civic unrest and discord.
If you have friends or family struggling with violent images, loss of sleep or irrational fears THIS TOOL HELPS.


It is simple to use and teach. Here is the free manual in Farsi.
http://www.eft.ir/Pages/EftBook.asp

Here it is in English.
http://www.eft.ir/Pages/EftBook.asp

AFTER you have read the manual read a few examples that may inspire and help you understand this technique.

Step by step walk-thru for helping trauma survivors.
http://www.emofree.com/Trauma/trauma-steps-paul.htm

An example of someone using EFT during a hurricane.
http://www.emofree.com/Trauma/hurricane-ike-trauma.htm

An example of someone using EFT for nightmares after a violent crime.
http://www.emofree.com/Trauma/collapse-ptsd-lisa-part2.htm

An example of someone using it for PTSD from a bombing in Iraq.
http://www.emofree.com/Trauma/war-trauma-ptsd-fredi.htm

An example of someone using EFT to calm after being attacked in the street.
http://www.emofree.com/Trauma/trauma-street-attack.htm

An example of someone using EFT to help a Firefighter after losing friends and co-workers.
http://www.emofree.com/Trauma/firefighter-trauma-brad.htm

Many many more examples can be found here.
http://www.emofree.com/eft-at-work.htm

Brother and sisters don't give up!
You are the vessels of freedom to generations of children.
You have all my love and support.

Byron
@dyslexicmystic
@theenergyshoppe

I have kind of abandoned the lengthy prose and verbose meandering to twitter. Every post I make on there I find myself having used too many long words to form the thought I want to record. I don't mind though. I like it for some of the same reasons I like Haiku. A couple well thought out laws/rules/guides will set a foundation for the creation of anything.
What has always been my stumbling block is spelling. My dyslexia manifests in my symbolic output. The spell check in Firefox is wonderful and means that I don't spend nights flipping back and forth between a and dictionary a thesaurus for hours. Painstakingly writing letters to my friends. However, it also means that I don't get distracted creating symbols either. Some of my favorite nights growing up consisted of me siting by candle light in my room writing and listening to tapes.

A large portion of what I believed the future would be like has already become the past. I find myself drifting rudderless while my intelligence works feverishly with all the new data that streams into it trying to weave a coherent world view. What a beautiful tapestry. Cycles, loops, patterns, and the endless beat from the core of creation itself.

Falling asleep...

Who has the authority to tell you how to live? You do.

I think it is a parents duty to educate their children on subjects such as the law. To be ignorant of the fundamentals of how a the Government you live in is SUPPOSED to work is a confusing way to live. You don't know how or why some people have authority to tell you how to live your life, other than they "work" for some governing agency.
With no clear understanding of how law SHOULD protect you from the ABUSES of authority you have no protection and may simply accept much unlawful abuse unknowingly.

Who has the authority to tell you how to live? You do.

Terence, my friend, does anything scare you?

MCKENNA: Madness. People always ask, "Will I die on drug A, B, or C?" That's the wrong question. Of course you can die, but what is at risk is your sanity, because it seems as though the deconstruction of reality has no bottom, and you can just move out into these places. I worry about not being able to contextualize these things, losing the thread allowing me to return to the human community. We're trying to build bridges here, not just sail off.

-Terence McKenna Interview by OMNI Magazine, May 1993

Madness. I concur.
Like the stories of travelers who return home to loved ones who no longer recognize them. I have harbored the fear that the things that I might learn would change me. How such a fear could also be among my greatest hopes is a perfect fire for the heart of change. Mutablilty as Shelley says is all there will ever be.
Seek that deep, abiding changeless Love and hold tight to it as you explore the limitless journey and fear not. We are all mad here.

Dyslexic mystic

pug1

The Pug endlessly brings me toys and sets them at my feet. Could her whole thought patterns revolve one common goal.. one massive obsession...one and only one thing... Chanting in the background of her thoughts like a Roman Colosseum shouting for DEATH!!! "THROW! THROW! THROW! THROW!!" This is what it might be like.. to be a Pug.

if

'If'

If you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
But make allowance for their doubting too;
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or being lied about, don't deal in lies,
Or being hated, don't don't give way to hating,
And yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise:

If you can dream - and not make dreams your master;
If you can think - and not make thoughts your aim;
If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster
And treat those two imposters just the same;
If you can bear to hear the truth you've spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,
And stoop and build 'em up with worn-out tools;

If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings
And never breathe a word about your loss;
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: "Hold on!"

If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
Or walk with Kings - nor lose the common touch,
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you,
If all men count with you, but none too much;
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds' worth of distance run,
Yours is the Earth and everything that's in it,
And - which is more - you'll be a man, my son!

Rudyard Kipling

'And Death shall have no Dominion' - Dylan Thomas