Thinking to Improve Your Health
... and create your own opportunities!
... and create your own opportunities!
Lessons from My Mother
You've listened to the song: LESSONS FROM MY MOTHER
I thANKH you very much for that choice. I know you'll find it worthy, particularly that the song addresses a conversation between an AfRAkan MTHR and her son. This conversation happened in the 1950s, a period when white supremacy was at its prime states all over the world. This was still when the british were boasting:
"the Sun will never set on the british isles; we came, we saw and we conquered..."
South AfRAka was still apartheid, Zimbabwe was still rhodesia, and all of AfRAka was still controlled by europe.
Could you believe? MY GREAT MTHR COULD NOT READ THE LETTER 'A' IF YOU WROTE IT AS LARGE AS THE continent of europe. Yet, she taught me THE MTHR'S LESSONS FOR HER SON'S SELF-REDEMPTION.
Please take a look at THE MTHR-TO-SON REDEMPTION TREE below.
LESSONS FROM MY MOTHER Applications
See the Numbers that are the stem and root of the tree, those Numbers are THE CODES to what MY GREAT MTHR was telling me. Now read one of the many hundreds of evidences about the application of what THAT GREAT WOMAN taught me.
Read this poem. It was sent from one of my Dohgon students on 04-12-10. This student has been suffering from the highest form of ANXIETY attacks. This student was crying so pathetically on the phone the first time she called me, even my wife said her condition required my total attention. Three days later, with The Dohgon FFINDD Study, this student is now full of smiles. Now read her poem.
Finally, I win!
To combat my worries, my fears, even woe
I begin counting, starting from zero
One is second, it represents me
and negative thoughts in my memory
Two Symbolizes "I" and "me"
My indivisible duality
Counting to three starts my race against time
Setting a pace of focus in mind
Four brings to mind my soon to be age
Being twenty- four soon is a challenging stage
When I reach five, it's halfway done
and the rest of this feat will be easily won
Six is the threshold of the second part;
A new beginning, a new start
Three digits left, I've reached number seven
and by this fact, the experience is leavened
I try to remember that next comes nine,
While keeping the rules of no blinking in mind
Calling eight in this order feels as if I've regressed
but I assume that's wherein lies the test
Finally, I win, I reach the end
Now, I must go backward, so I begin from ten.
I thANKH you very much for that choice. I know you'll find it worthy, particularly that the song addresses a conversation between an AfRAkan MTHR and her son. This conversation happened in the 1950s, a period when white supremacy was at its prime states all over the world. This was still when the british were boasting:
"the Sun will never set on the british isles; we came, we saw and we conquered..."
South AfRAka was still apartheid, Zimbabwe was still rhodesia, and all of AfRAka was still controlled by europe.
Could you believe? MY GREAT MTHR COULD NOT READ THE LETTER 'A' IF YOU WROTE IT AS LARGE AS THE continent of europe. Yet, she taught me THE MTHR'S LESSONS FOR HER SON'S SELF-REDEMPTION.
Please take a look at THE MTHR-TO-SON REDEMPTION TREE below.
LESSONS FROM MY MOTHER Applications
See the Numbers that are the stem and root of the tree, those Numbers are THE CODES to what MY GREAT MTHR was telling me. Now read one of the many hundreds of evidences about the application of what THAT GREAT WOMAN taught me.
Read this poem. It was sent from one of my Dohgon students on 04-12-10. This student has been suffering from the highest form of ANXIETY attacks. This student was crying so pathetically on the phone the first time she called me, even my wife said her condition required my total attention. Three days later, with The Dohgon FFINDD Study, this student is now full of smiles. Now read her poem.
Finally, I win!
To combat my worries, my fears, even woe
I begin counting, starting from zero
One is second, it represents me
and negative thoughts in my memory
Two Symbolizes "I" and "me"
My indivisible duality
Counting to three starts my race against time
Setting a pace of focus in mind
Four brings to mind my soon to be age
Being twenty- four soon is a challenging stage
When I reach five, it's halfway done
and the rest of this feat will be easily won
Six is the threshold of the second part;
A new beginning, a new start
Three digits left, I've reached number seven
and by this fact, the experience is leavened
I try to remember that next comes nine,
While keeping the rules of no blinking in mind
Calling eight in this order feels as if I've regressed
but I assume that's wherein lies the test
Finally, I win, I reach the end
Now, I must go backward, so I begin from ten.
