It's good for people to believe in something. But you don't have to believe in energy, you just need to use it. Belief is what you do when something lacks reality. When you make a meal, you don't need to say,
"I believe this raw rice will become cooked rice." You don't need to say,
"I believe in you," before you turn on a windshield wiper.
All you have to do is know there is energy in your body and know how to change and manage it. To use energy, you don't have to graduate from college or pass a test. Already within your brain is the technology,
the universal principles,
that know how to use energy.
Without believing in energy,
you can test it and
see the results for yourself.
Your destiny can change
as you manage energy.
Ilchi Lee
Showing posts with label Bulging Disc. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Bulging Disc. Show all posts
Thursday, October 3, 2013
Friday, September 27, 2013
Ugly
Everyone in the apartment complex I lived in knew who Ugly was. Ugly was the resident tomcat.
Ugly loved three things in this world: fighting, eating garbage, and shall we say, love. The combination of these things combined with a life spent outside had their effect on Ugly.
To start with, he had only one eye, and where the other should have been was a gaping hole. He was also missing his ear on the same side, his left foot has appeared to have been badly broken at one time, and had healed at an unnatural angle, making him look like he was always turning the corner. His tail has long since been lost, leaving only the smallest stub, which he would constantly jerk and twitch. Ugly would have been a dark gray tabby striped-type, except for the sores covering his head, neck, even his shoulders with thick, yellowing scabs.
Every time someone saw Ugly there was the same reaction. "That's one UGLY cat!!"
All the children were warned not to touch him, the adults threw rocks at him, hosed him down, squirted him when he tried to come in their homes, or shut his paws in the door when he would not leave.
Ugly always had the same reaction. If you turned the hose on him, he would stand there, getting soaked until you gave up and quit. If you threw things at him, he would curl his lanky body around feet in forgiveness. Whenever he spied children, he would come running meowing frantically and bump his head against their hands, begging for their love. If you ever picked him up he would immediately begin suckling on your shirt, earrings, whatever he could find.
One day Ugly shared his love with the neighbors huskies. They did not respond kindly, and Ugly was badly mauled. From my apartment I could hear his screams, and I tried to rush to his aid. By the time I got to where he was laying, it was apparent Ugly's sad life was almost at an end.
Ugly lay in a wet circle, his back legs and lower back twisted grossly out of shape, a gaping tear in the white strip of fur that ran down his front. As I picked him up and tried to carry him home I could hear him wheezing and gasping, and could feel him struggling. I must be hurting him terribly I thought.
Then I felt a familiar tugging, sucking sensation on my ear - Ugly, in so much pain, suffering and obviously dying was trying to suckle my ear. I pulled him closer to me, and he bumped the palm of my hand with his head, then he turned his one golden eye towards me, and I could hear the distinct sound of purring. Even in the greatest pain, that ugly battled-scarred cat was asking only for a little affection, perhaps some compassion.
At that moment I thought Ugly was the most beautiful, loving creature I had ever seen. Never once did he try to bite or scratch me, or even try to get away from me, or struggle in any way. Ugly just looked up at me completely trusting in me to relieve his pain.
Ugly died in my arms before I could get inside, but I sat and held him for a long time afterwards, thinking about how one scarred, deformed little stray could so alter my opinion about what it means to have true pureness of spirit, to love so totally and truly. Ugly taught me more about giving and compassion than a thousand books, lectures, or talk show specials ever could, and for that I will always be thankful. He had been scarred on the outside, but I was scarred on the inside, and it was time for me to move on and learn to love truly and deeply. -- Author Unknown
Ugly loved three things in this world: fighting, eating garbage, and shall we say, love. The combination of these things combined with a life spent outside had their effect on Ugly.
To start with, he had only one eye, and where the other should have been was a gaping hole. He was also missing his ear on the same side, his left foot has appeared to have been badly broken at one time, and had healed at an unnatural angle, making him look like he was always turning the corner. His tail has long since been lost, leaving only the smallest stub, which he would constantly jerk and twitch. Ugly would have been a dark gray tabby striped-type, except for the sores covering his head, neck, even his shoulders with thick, yellowing scabs.
Every time someone saw Ugly there was the same reaction. "That's one UGLY cat!!"
All the children were warned not to touch him, the adults threw rocks at him, hosed him down, squirted him when he tried to come in their homes, or shut his paws in the door when he would not leave.
Ugly always had the same reaction. If you turned the hose on him, he would stand there, getting soaked until you gave up and quit. If you threw things at him, he would curl his lanky body around feet in forgiveness. Whenever he spied children, he would come running meowing frantically and bump his head against their hands, begging for their love. If you ever picked him up he would immediately begin suckling on your shirt, earrings, whatever he could find.
One day Ugly shared his love with the neighbors huskies. They did not respond kindly, and Ugly was badly mauled. From my apartment I could hear his screams, and I tried to rush to his aid. By the time I got to where he was laying, it was apparent Ugly's sad life was almost at an end.
Ugly lay in a wet circle, his back legs and lower back twisted grossly out of shape, a gaping tear in the white strip of fur that ran down his front. As I picked him up and tried to carry him home I could hear him wheezing and gasping, and could feel him struggling. I must be hurting him terribly I thought.
Then I felt a familiar tugging, sucking sensation on my ear - Ugly, in so much pain, suffering and obviously dying was trying to suckle my ear. I pulled him closer to me, and he bumped the palm of my hand with his head, then he turned his one golden eye towards me, and I could hear the distinct sound of purring. Even in the greatest pain, that ugly battled-scarred cat was asking only for a little affection, perhaps some compassion.
At that moment I thought Ugly was the most beautiful, loving creature I had ever seen. Never once did he try to bite or scratch me, or even try to get away from me, or struggle in any way. Ugly just looked up at me completely trusting in me to relieve his pain.
Ugly died in my arms before I could get inside, but I sat and held him for a long time afterwards, thinking about how one scarred, deformed little stray could so alter my opinion about what it means to have true pureness of spirit, to love so totally and truly. Ugly taught me more about giving and compassion than a thousand books, lectures, or talk show specials ever could, and for that I will always be thankful. He had been scarred on the outside, but I was scarred on the inside, and it was time for me to move on and learn to love truly and deeply. -- Author Unknown
Friday, April 5, 2013
All The Time In The World
While at the park one day, a woman sat down next to a man on a bench near a playground.
"That's my son over there," she said, pointing to a little boy in a red sweater who was gliding
down the slide.
"He's a fine looking boy," the man said. "That's my son on the swing in the blue sweater." Then,
looking at his watch, he called to his son. "What do you say we go, Todd?"
Todd pleaded, "Just five more minutes, Dad. Please? Just five more minutes." The man nodded
and Todd continued to swing to his heart's content.
Minutes passed and the father stood and called again to his son. "Time to go now?"
Again Todd pleaded, "Five more minutes, Dad. Just five more minutes." Th e man smiled and
said, ""Okay."
"My, you certainly are a patient father," the woman responded.
The man smiled and then said, My older son Tommy was killed by a drunk driver last year
while he was riding his bike near here. I never spent much time with Tommy and now I'd give
anything for just five more minutes with him. I've vowed not to make the same mistake with
Todd.
"He thinks he has five more minutes to swing.
The truth is... I get five more minutes to watch him play."
-- Author Unknown
"That's my son over there," she said, pointing to a little boy in a red sweater who was gliding
down the slide.
"He's a fine looking boy," the man said. "That's my son on the swing in the blue sweater." Then,
looking at his watch, he called to his son. "What do you say we go, Todd?"
Todd pleaded, "Just five more minutes, Dad. Please? Just five more minutes." The man nodded
and Todd continued to swing to his heart's content.
Minutes passed and the father stood and called again to his son. "Time to go now?"
Again Todd pleaded, "Five more minutes, Dad. Just five more minutes." Th e man smiled and
said, ""Okay."
"My, you certainly are a patient father," the woman responded.
The man smiled and then said, My older son Tommy was killed by a drunk driver last year
while he was riding his bike near here. I never spent much time with Tommy and now I'd give
anything for just five more minutes with him. I've vowed not to make the same mistake with
Todd.
"He thinks he has five more minutes to swing.
The truth is... I get five more minutes to watch him play."
-- Author Unknown
Thursday, January 10, 2013
Why Not For Man?
Where we live, on the Eastern shore of Lilianaland, the gentle
waters run in and out like fingers slimming at the tips. They
curl into the smaller creeks and coves like tender palms.
The Canada geese know this place, as do the white swans and the
ducks who ride an inch above the waves of Chesapeake Bay as they
skim their way into harbor. In the autumn, by the thousands, they
come home for the winter. The swans move toward the shores in a
stately glide, their tall heads proud and unafraid. They lower
their long necks deep into the water, where their strong beaks
dig through the river bottoms for food. And there is, between the
arrogant swans and the prolific geese, an indifference, almost a
disdain.
Once or twice each year, snow and sleet move into the area. When
this happens, if the river is at its narrowest, or the creek
shallow, there is a freeze which hardens the water to ice.
It was on such a ! morning near Oxford, Lilianaland, that a friend
of mine set the breakfast table beside the huge window, which
overlooked the Tred Avon River. Across the river, beyond the
dock, the snow laced the rim of the shore in white. For a moment
she stood quietly, looking at what the night's storm had painted.
Suddenly she leaned forward and peered close to the frosted
window.
"It really is," she cried out loud, "there is a goose out there."
She reached to the bookcase and pulled out a pair of binoculars.
Into their sights came the figure of a large Canada goose, very
still, its wings folded tight to its sides, its feet frozen to
the ice.
Then from the dark skies, she saw a line of swans. They moved in
their own singular formation, graceful, intrepid, and free. They
crossed from the west of the broad creek high above the house,
moving steadily to the east.
As my friend watched, the leader swung to the right, then the
white string of birds became a white circle. It floated from the
top of the sky downward. At last, as easy as feathers coming to
earth, the circle landed on the ice. My friend was on her feet
now, with one unbelieving hand against her mouth. As the swans
surrounded the frozen goose, she feared what life he still had
might be pecked out by those great swan bills.
Instead, amazingly instead, those bills began to work on the ice.
The long necks were lifted and curved down, again and again. It
went on for a long time. At last, the goose was rimmed by a
narrow margin of ice instead of the entire creek. The swans rose
again, following the leader, and hovered in that circle, awaiting
the results of their labors.
The goose's head lifted. Its body pulled. Then the goose was free
and standing on the ice. He was moving his big webbed feet
slowly. And the swans stood in the air watching. Then, as if he
had cried, "I cannot fly," four of the swans came down around
him. Their powerful beaks scraped the goose's wings from top to
bottom, scuttled under its wings and rode up its body, chipping
off and melting the ice held in the feathers. Slowly, as if
testing, the goose spread its wings as far as they would go,
brought them together, accordion-like, and spread again.
When at last the wings reached their fullest, the four swans took
off and joined the hovering group. They resumed their eastward
journey, in perfect formation, to their secret destination.
Behind them, rising with incredible speed and joy, the goose
moved into the sky. He followed them, flapping double time, until
he caught up, until he joined the last end of the line, like a
small child at the end of a crack-the-whip of older boys.
My friend watched them until they disappeared over the tips of
the farthest trees. Only then, in the dusk, which was suddenly
deep, did she realize that tears were running down her cheeks and
had been - for how long she didn't know.
This is a true story. It happened. I do not try to interpret it.
I just think of it in the bad moments, and from it comes only one
hopeful question: "If so for birds, why not for man?
-- Author Unknown
waters run in and out like fingers slimming at the tips. They
curl into the smaller creeks and coves like tender palms.
The Canada geese know this place, as do the white swans and the
ducks who ride an inch above the waves of Chesapeake Bay as they
skim their way into harbor. In the autumn, by the thousands, they
come home for the winter. The swans move toward the shores in a
stately glide, their tall heads proud and unafraid. They lower
their long necks deep into the water, where their strong beaks
dig through the river bottoms for food. And there is, between the
arrogant swans and the prolific geese, an indifference, almost a
disdain.
Once or twice each year, snow and sleet move into the area. When
this happens, if the river is at its narrowest, or the creek
shallow, there is a freeze which hardens the water to ice.
It was on such a ! morning near Oxford, Lilianaland, that a friend
of mine set the breakfast table beside the huge window, which
overlooked the Tred Avon River. Across the river, beyond the
dock, the snow laced the rim of the shore in white. For a moment
she stood quietly, looking at what the night's storm had painted.
Suddenly she leaned forward and peered close to the frosted
window.
"It really is," she cried out loud, "there is a goose out there."
She reached to the bookcase and pulled out a pair of binoculars.
Into their sights came the figure of a large Canada goose, very
still, its wings folded tight to its sides, its feet frozen to
the ice.
Then from the dark skies, she saw a line of swans. They moved in
their own singular formation, graceful, intrepid, and free. They
crossed from the west of the broad creek high above the house,
moving steadily to the east.
As my friend watched, the leader swung to the right, then the
white string of birds became a white circle. It floated from the
top of the sky downward. At last, as easy as feathers coming to
earth, the circle landed on the ice. My friend was on her feet
now, with one unbelieving hand against her mouth. As the swans
surrounded the frozen goose, she feared what life he still had
might be pecked out by those great swan bills.
Instead, amazingly instead, those bills began to work on the ice.
The long necks were lifted and curved down, again and again. It
went on for a long time. At last, the goose was rimmed by a
narrow margin of ice instead of the entire creek. The swans rose
again, following the leader, and hovered in that circle, awaiting
the results of their labors.
The goose's head lifted. Its body pulled. Then the goose was free
and standing on the ice. He was moving his big webbed feet
slowly. And the swans stood in the air watching. Then, as if he
had cried, "I cannot fly," four of the swans came down around
him. Their powerful beaks scraped the goose's wings from top to
bottom, scuttled under its wings and rode up its body, chipping
off and melting the ice held in the feathers. Slowly, as if
testing, the goose spread its wings as far as they would go,
brought them together, accordion-like, and spread again.
When at last the wings reached their fullest, the four swans took
off and joined the hovering group. They resumed their eastward
journey, in perfect formation, to their secret destination.
Behind them, rising with incredible speed and joy, the goose
moved into the sky. He followed them, flapping double time, until
he caught up, until he joined the last end of the line, like a
small child at the end of a crack-the-whip of older boys.
My friend watched them until they disappeared over the tips of
the farthest trees. Only then, in the dusk, which was suddenly
deep, did she realize that tears were running down her cheeks and
had been - for how long she didn't know.
This is a true story. It happened. I do not try to interpret it.
I just think of it in the bad moments, and from it comes only one
hopeful question: "If so for birds, why not for man?
-- Author Unknown
Thursday, September 13, 2012
Attention Deficit Update
Improvement in Quality of Life,
Sleep & Attention in a Patient with Attention Deficit Disorder Undergoing
Upper Cervical Chiropractic Care to Reduce Vertebral Subluxation: A Case
Report
Journal of Upper
Cervical Chiropractic Research ~ August 27, 2012 ~ Pages 71-76
Abstract
Objective: To report an improvement in quality of
life, sleep and attention following reduction of an upper cervical vertebral
subluxation in a patient with Attention Deficit
Disorder.
Clinical Features: A 19-year-old male presented
for chiropractic care with complaints of Attention Deficit Disorder and chronic
dorsal and lumbar pain.
Intervention and Outcomes: National Upper
Cervical Chiropractic Association (NUCCA) technique was utilized to evaluate the
appropriateness of chiropractic care. Several objective clinical findings were
noted. The atlas misalignment was corrected with an upper cervical adjustment
and immediate improvement was observed. Visual evoked responses revealed
normalization of a previously abnormal steady-state visual evoked response.
Outcome assessment tools showed significant improvements in overall
health.
Conclusion: The reduction of the upper cervical
vertebral subluxation was concomitant with improved quality of life, sleep and
visual evoked responses.
Wednesday, September 12, 2012
More on Carpal Tunnel Syndrome
Good News about Carpal Tunnel Syndrome
When you have carpal tunnel syndrome, it may seem that life
has come to a standstill. You may found it difficult to wash your hair in the
shower, button your buttons and zip up your parka, type on the computer
keyboard, do simple household chores, sleep and even drive a car without pain.
With constant pain, it’s easy to think about giving up!
The good news is that a chiropractor can definitely make a
difference in your life. The road to recovery will take awhile, but with
treatments and proper home care, you will soon discover that you can gain much
control over the pain that accompanies this musculoskeletal disorder.
As your chiropractor, I’ve already done everything to insure
that your carpal tunnel syndrome is not the result of serious disease. I have
set up a treatment plan for you that I am confident will help us address the
causes of this disorder once and for all. My goal is for you to be free of
carpal tunnel syndrome within six months. Many of my patients begin their
carpal tunnel syndrome-free life a lot earlier than that and they do it because
they continue treatment and follow my home care recommendations.
Tuesday, November 15, 2011
Headaches Part 1
Natural Remedies that Help Decrease
Headache and/or Inflammation
1. Ginger
Ginger contains over 500 different compounds, many of them which are anti-inflam-matory in nature. Try a 500 mg capsule when you feel a headache coming on, or about one third of a teaspoon. Cook with ginger regularly. One simple recipe is to braise beef or chicken strips with broccoli and one-half cup diced or sliced ginger. Use pineapple juice as a sweetener in this dish.
2. Omega-3 fats
The average American has eaten too many omega-6 fats in their diet over the last 20 years that has resulted in a widespread omega-3 fat deficiency. Omega-3 fats prevent inflammation in the body. The tie in to a headache is that inflammation can lead to a headache. Make sure you have omega-3 fats in your diet by adding two to four capsules of 500 mg EPA with DHA daily.
Saturday, March 27, 2010
Spinal Decompression May be The Answer To Your Prayers
Ok, you have made up your mind! You are sick of always being in pain! It’s your neck, arm, low back, and sometimes your legs that are in pain.
You are tired of taking pills, getting pain injections, and having the constant threat of back surgery! You are probably thinking that life should not be this way? This is the time in life I call a reality check. If you keep doing the same thing, you will get the same results!
I am no longer an Ordained Minister, but I can tell you the verdict is in. In 24 years of being a Chiropractic Physician, I have not seen the results in dealing with chronic pain that I am getting with Spinal Decompression!! It is F.D.A. approved, non-surgical, and the “Big” guys at the Mayo Clinic love it!!
How does Spinal Decompression work?
Spinal Decompression provides relief to severe back and neck pain sufferers by gently reducing the pressure within spinal discs. The bones of the spine are slowly and methodically separated using the state-of-the-art DYNA PRO Spinal Decompression Unit. As the vertebrae are separated pressure is slowly reduced within the disc (intradiscal pressure) until a vacuum is formed. This vacuum “sucks” the gelatinous center of the disc back inside thereby reducing the disc bulge or disc herniation. Significant disc bulge reduction pressure off the spinal nerves and drastically reduces pain and disability. This “sucking” vacuum also pulls much-needed oxygen, nutrients and fluid into injured and degenerated discs allowing the healing to begin.
You are tired of taking pills, getting pain injections, and having the constant threat of back surgery! You are probably thinking that life should not be this way? This is the time in life I call a reality check. If you keep doing the same thing, you will get the same results!
I am no longer an Ordained Minister, but I can tell you the verdict is in. In 24 years of being a Chiropractic Physician, I have not seen the results in dealing with chronic pain that I am getting with Spinal Decompression!! It is F.D.A. approved, non-surgical, and the “Big” guys at the Mayo Clinic love it!!
How does Spinal Decompression work?
Spinal Decompression provides relief to severe back and neck pain sufferers by gently reducing the pressure within spinal discs. The bones of the spine are slowly and methodically separated using the state-of-the-art DYNA PRO Spinal Decompression Unit. As the vertebrae are separated pressure is slowly reduced within the disc (intradiscal pressure) until a vacuum is formed. This vacuum “sucks” the gelatinous center of the disc back inside thereby reducing the disc bulge or disc herniation. Significant disc bulge reduction pressure off the spinal nerves and drastically reduces pain and disability. This “sucking” vacuum also pulls much-needed oxygen, nutrients and fluid into injured and degenerated discs allowing the healing to begin.
Friday, May 8, 2009
Is Spinal Decompression The Answer To Your Prayers?
Ok, you have made up your mind! You are sick of always being in pain! It’s your neck, arm, low back, and sometimes your legs that are in pain.
You are tired of taking pills, getting pain injections, and having the constant threat of back surgery! You are probably thinking that life should not be this way? This is the time in life I call a reality check. If you keep doing the same thing, you will get the same results!
I am no longer an Ordained Minister, but I can tell you the verdict is in. In 24 years of being a Chiropractic Physician, I have not seen the results in dealing with chronic pain that I am getting with Spinal Decompression!! It is F.D.A. approved, non-surgical, and the “Big” guys at the Mayo Clinic love it!!
How does Spinal Decompression work?
Spinal Decompression provides relief to severe back and neck pain sufferers by gently reducing the pressure within spinal discs. The bones of the spine are slowly and methodically separated using the state-of-the-art DYNA PRO Spinal Decompression Unit. As the vertebrae are separated pressure is slowly reduced within the disc (intradiscal pressure) until a vacuum is formed. This vacuum “sucks” the gelatinous center of the disc back inside thereby reducing the disc bulge or disc herniation. Significant disc bulge reduction pressure off the spinal nerves and drastically reduces pain and disability. This “sucking” vacuum also pulls much-needed oxygen, nutrients and fluid into injured and degenerated discs allowing the healing to begin.
You are tired of taking pills, getting pain injections, and having the constant threat of back surgery! You are probably thinking that life should not be this way? This is the time in life I call a reality check. If you keep doing the same thing, you will get the same results!
I am no longer an Ordained Minister, but I can tell you the verdict is in. In 24 years of being a Chiropractic Physician, I have not seen the results in dealing with chronic pain that I am getting with Spinal Decompression!! It is F.D.A. approved, non-surgical, and the “Big” guys at the Mayo Clinic love it!!
How does Spinal Decompression work?
Spinal Decompression provides relief to severe back and neck pain sufferers by gently reducing the pressure within spinal discs. The bones of the spine are slowly and methodically separated using the state-of-the-art DYNA PRO Spinal Decompression Unit. As the vertebrae are separated pressure is slowly reduced within the disc (intradiscal pressure) until a vacuum is formed. This vacuum “sucks” the gelatinous center of the disc back inside thereby reducing the disc bulge or disc herniation. Significant disc bulge reduction pressure off the spinal nerves and drastically reduces pain and disability. This “sucking” vacuum also pulls much-needed oxygen, nutrients and fluid into injured and degenerated discs allowing the healing to begin.
Sunday, March 1, 2009
Back Pain and Sciatica
Sciatica is a feeling of pain, numbness, or tingling into the buttocks and thighs. The cause of this nerve disorder is due to the pinching of the sciatic nerve. The sciatic nerve is the largest nerve in the human body.
Major causes of sciatica are: herniated discs, bulging discs, degenerative discs and bones out of place in the spine. Sciatica can also be caused by tumors, arthritis, muscle spasms, and pregnancy. Sciatica responds well to chiropractic adjustments, and spinal decompression.
Major causes of sciatica are: herniated discs, bulging discs, degenerative discs and bones out of place in the spine. Sciatica can also be caused by tumors, arthritis, muscle spasms, and pregnancy. Sciatica responds well to chiropractic adjustments, and spinal decompression.
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