Sunday, April 29, 2012
Thursday, April 19, 2012
What is the heart & circulatory system?
As I have explored, and allowed for life, I have encountered time and again stops, walls. These were attended to sometimes by simply letting the wall be. I could be found sitting there for a bit, then moving through, over, around. These walls that seemed to be there were not really so solid. They were addressed by lesser known or less mainstream theories, and persons.
See:
http://www.rsarchive.org/RelArtic/Marinelli/
Excerpt of link:
"Introduction
The fact that the heart by itself is incapable of sustaining the circulation of the blood was known to physicians of antiquity. They looked for auxiliary forces of blood movement in various types of `etherisation' and `pneumatisation' or ensoulement of the blood on its passage through the heart and lungs. With the dawn of modern science and over the past three hundred years, such concepts became untenable. The mechanistic concept of the heart as a hydraulic pump prevailed and became firmly established around the middle of the nineteenth century.
The heart, an organ weighing about three hundred grams, is supposed to `pump' some eight thousand liters of blood per day at rest and much more during activity, without fatigue. In terms of mechanical work this represents the lifting of approximately 100 pounds one mile high! In terms of capillary flow, the heart is performing an even more prodigious task of `forcing' the blood with a viscosity five times greater than that of water through millions of capillaries with diameters often smaller than the red blood cells themselves! Clearly, such claims go beyond reason and imagination. Due to the complexity of the variables involved, it has been impossible to calculate the true peripheral resistance even of a single organ, let alone of the entire peripheral circulation. Also, the concept of a centralized pressure source (the heart) generating excessive pressure at its source, so that sufficient pressure remains at the remote capillaries, is not an elegant one..."
http://www.rsarchive.org/RelArtic/Marinelli
The fact that the heart by itself is incapable of sustaining the circulation of the blood was known to physicians of antiquity. They looked for auxiliary forces of blood movement in various types of `etherisation' and `pneumatisation' or ensoulement of the blood on its passage through the heart and lungs. With the dawn of modern science and over the past three hundred years, such concepts became untenable. The mechanistic concept of the heart as a hydraulic pump prevailed and became firmly established around the middle of the nineteenth century.
The heart, an organ weighing about three hundred grams, is supposed to `pump' some eight thousand liters of blood per day at rest and much more during activity, without fatigue. In terms of mechanical work this represents the lifting of approximately 100 pounds one mile high! In terms of capillary flow, the heart is performing an even more prodigious task of `forcing' the blood with a viscosity five times greater than that of water through millions of capillaries with diameters often smaller than the red blood cells themselves! Clearly, such claims go beyond reason and imagination. Due to the complexity of the variables involved, it has been impossible to calculate the true peripheral resistance even of a single organ, let alone of the entire peripheral circulation. Also, the concept of a centralized pressure source (the heart) generating excessive pressure at its source, so that sufficient pressure remains at the remote capillaries, is not an elegant one..."
http://www.rsarchive.org/RelArtic/Marinelli
http://youtu.be/H4FM6yEbHLI
Tuesday, April 17, 2012
Sunday, April 15, 2012
Poignant Truth ~ The 5th Element - Leeloo
A poignant truth in:
" The 5th Element"
young man: "What's she doing?"
elder man: "Learning our history, the last 5000 years that she's missed...
She's been asleep for quite a while you know."
young man: "Father, I know she's been through a lot, we don't have much time."
elder man: "Yes, you're right."
[draft]
Upon entry into the worldly path and awakening, take care for the beasties you will encounter during your entry and journey as this creature who has few or no facades.
Certain beasties, mal-entities whole incarnated souls, or those partially hitching a ride in-corp-orated in hu-man form, will, unbeknownst to themselves sometimes, want a taste of this essence they cannot name. The quintessence.
Some beasties are socially clawing, and will be quite amiable, friendly, and then turn snarly, even grubby, when they face a stronger light, and life-force being emitted from this nakedly-awake creature shining into their eyes or personal field.
Some energy-quelling & consuming-beasties, operating through socially appropriate acts of love, proper politics, holy religion, or good-works, will aim to take, harm, control, reject, or kill the fresh, natural and brightly-lit ones, for it is unknown and alien to their intelligence, their very makeup.
It looks like a delicious snack that they may capture and groom, digest for their own use. And, if they cannot do any of these actions, or perceive that the new one is out-shining their own light, or may become stronger, they will name it, something evil or wrong. They will mark it.
And an individual or previously loosely related group of parasitic decay thriving amoebas, all operating at a similar frequency & density will then energetically bond and stealthily stalk and find ways to have the awakening or awakened one die.
There are the life forms with eyes to see, yet even these may simply keep wide berth, avoid, even look away, pretending that the one among them is dead, all the while watching out of the corner of their eyes, and continuing to stalk.
And, in their own survival mode, they become very protective of, and sure of, the necessity of the structures and games they have built.
An awakened one, or awakening one among them, will even have pressure put upon it to self-destruct.
Status quo, and appearances, and the "show" are important to the beasties. Leave them to the carne-val.
Step back into the finer, steady, and radiant path.
DD
http://ddyoga.blogspot.com/2012/08/shes-awake-fifth-element-leeloo.html Thursday, April 12, 2012
Elders of mine
DD & Uncle Richie.
(talk about a pale child)
Somehow between my grandpa, my uncles and other elders in my childhood, I learned that elder men-people spoke to me as an equal, and treated me kindly & decently.
We in turn, expressed, each in our own ways, respect & affection for them. And still do.
Uncle Dick, DD and Uncle Richie
I have considered this:
I had six matriarchal uncles, my mothers 3 brothers, and her sisters 3 husbands. Each Uncle served in US military. I have now 1 cousin, and second cousin who served. My sister married US veteran. In my experience with each, a mutual respect exists.
The Women of Parkour - Video Library - The New York Times
The Women of Parkour - Video Library - The New York Times
Loving action, dance, tennis, gymnastics, outdoors... For sure would have been part of my practice had I seen as a child.
Loving action, dance, tennis, gymnastics, outdoors... For sure would have been part of my practice had I seen as a child.
When her work is done, she forgets it. That is why it lasts forever. Tao Te Ching
Tao Te Ching
Care about people's approval
and you will be their prisoner.
Their wisdom was unfathomable.
There is no way to describe it;
all we can describe is their appearance.
They were careful
as someone crossing an iced-over stream.
Alert as a warrior in enemy territory.
Courteous as a guest.
Fluid as melting ice.
Shapable as a block of wood.
Receptive as a valley.
Clear as a glass of water.
Do you have the patience to wait
till your mud settles and the water is clear?
Can you remain unmoving
till the right action arises by itself?
The Master doesn't seek fulfillment.
Not seeking, not expecting,
she is present, and can welcome all things.
Care about people's approval
and you will be their prisoner.
15
The ancient Masters were profound and subtle.Their wisdom was unfathomable.
There is no way to describe it;
all we can describe is their appearance.
They were careful
as someone crossing an iced-over stream.
Alert as a warrior in enemy territory.
Courteous as a guest.
Fluid as melting ice.
Shapable as a block of wood.
Receptive as a valley.
Clear as a glass of water.
Do you have the patience to wait
till your mud settles and the water is clear?
Can you remain unmoving
till the right action arises by itself?
The Master doesn't seek fulfillment.
Not seeking, not expecting,
she is present, and can welcome all things.
Tuesday, April 10, 2012
Story that is coming back to me>
There was a time I wore a big old men's wristwatch. It was modern and way too big, like a bangle on my wrist. I wore it just because it was, I don't know...
It was big, I liked the look...I did not like caring about time...I was back in school and the watch reminded me of time...and of a person...
Then I came across a story by Salinger:
And a character Esme.
I think this is the whole text online:
saving it to read:
http://www.gradesaver.com/nine-stories/study-guide/section4/
ABSTRACT: An American soldier stationed in Devon in April, 1944, meets a precocious 13 year old girl, named Esme, and her brother, Charles, 5. They have a brief, entrancing conversation. Esme asks the American, who tells her he is a writer, to write a story for her about squalor. He promises that he will. Then comes the squalid part. The scene shifts to Bavaria several weeks after V-E Day. The soldier, now referred to as Sergeant X, is suffering from battle fatigue - shaking hands, facial tick, etc. His table is covered with unopened packages, and letters. One of them accidentally comes to the foreground and he opens it - it is a letter from Esme with a few words from Charles.
Read more http://www.newyorker.com/archive/1950/04/08/1950_04_08_028_TNY_CARDS_000223104#ixzz1rfIocreF
Reader’s Guide – “For Esme – With Love and Squalor” | salingerincontext.org
It was big, I liked the look...I did not like caring about time...I was back in school and the watch reminded me of time...and of a person...
Then I came across a story by Salinger:
And a character Esme.
I think this is the whole text online:
saving it to read:
http://www.gradesaver.com/nine-stories/study-guide/section4/
ABSTRACT: An American soldier stationed in Devon in April, 1944, meets a precocious 13 year old girl, named Esme, and her brother, Charles, 5. They have a brief, entrancing conversation. Esme asks the American, who tells her he is a writer, to write a story for her about squalor. He promises that he will. Then comes the squalid part. The scene shifts to Bavaria several weeks after V-E Day. The soldier, now referred to as Sergeant X, is suffering from battle fatigue - shaking hands, facial tick, etc. His table is covered with unopened packages, and letters. One of them accidentally comes to the foreground and he opens it - it is a letter from Esme with a few words from Charles.
Read more http://www.newyorker.com/archive/1950/04/08/1950_04_08_028_TNY_CARDS_000223104#ixzz1rfIocreF
Reader’s Guide – “For Esme – With Love and Squalor” | salingerincontext.org
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