Jerry Sandusky Says He Is Not A Pedophile

Sandusky Denies He's A
Pedophile

Please, by show of hands in the room, how many child molesters do you know came forward and admitted to being a child molester or admitted to molesting children before the children said anything?  Come on, don't be shy - raise your hands please! 

Of course, I have no idea either how many pedophiles and child molesters admit, but in my experience and from the many stories I have heard, I would estimate the number to be extremely low.  Most of these people who prey on children readily claim they are not a pedophiles or child molesters.  In fact, they often deny it, leaving the victim to defend themselves hoping that someone will believe them through their humiliation and shame.  Jerry Sandusky may be no different, but in the course of time, the charges will be proven one way or the other.

I don't know all the details in this case and in fact I've tried to avoid some of it.  Yet, I saw a reaction of shock the first day to this "revereed and honored" football coach being fired.  To be honest, that blew my mind to smithereens.  No one cared at that point if the allegations were true or not.  No one cared at that point what the victims had endured.  All anyone cared about was the poor coach, the alleged child molester and pedophile.

H1N1 Vaccine Linked to Increase In Miscarriages

Recent data from a study presented to the US Centers For Disease Control and Prevention's (CDC) Advisory Committee on Children's Vaccines has revealed the effects of the H1N1 vaccine on miscarriages. The study was conducted during the 2009 H1N1 swine flu pandemic. During this time, there was a 700 percent increase in miscarriages compared to previous years. According to the study, this points directly to the vaccine as the culprit. The CDC denies this of course and insists that nobody has been harmed.

According to the CDC, almost 50% of all pregnant women were vaccinated with the H1N1 vaccine during the 2009/2010 influenza season. Those whose physicians instructed them to get a seasonal flu shot were three times more likely to get it while those instructed to get the H1N1 shot were ten times more likely to get it. The numbers clearly show that along with the rise in vaccinations due to the H1N1 scare came the sharp increase in miscarriages.

You can read the remainder of this article at NaturalNews.com

They all drank the kool-aid!

This is sad on so many levels. The fear the permeates every part of our society and would lead people to blindly get vaccines just about boggles my mind completely. What we convince ourselves is "healthy" and "proper" to do in this society is nothing short of ignorant.

Of course you can be like the CDC and dismiss the article saying no one was harmed and all these vaccinations are a good thing but please at least understand - you're drinking the kool-aid!

Becoming healthy is not what 99% of Americans believe it is. Granted, I just made the 99% statistic up but a very large percentage of our country (and most likely the world) believe that answers to health conditions exist only in vaccines, drugs and surgical procedures.

Please don't get me wrong. I'm not saying ALL medical intervention is bad. You need to do what is best for you and your body but just don't blindly follow what the medical machine dictates without checking it out first. Learn about how to become aware of your body and go inside of yourself for answers and healing because there is so much power in the natural healing abilities our bodies have located within. Treat healing as an entire life approach by learning to take care of yourself instead of reacting to situations that require emergency care.

All too often, we as humans give up on the basic things in life, thinking that some day we'll have time to relax more or take a rest. We think that all of the things that are considered alternative health procedures are something nice but not something that will truly do much for us. We tend to just want to mask the pain and the health conditions rather than really trying to find the root cause of what is going on. Of course we can act this way but at the end of the day, we will not be any more healthy than we are.

I hope that articles like this help people wake up just a little bit more. There is so much more that we can do with our own bodies that most of us are not even aware of. Taking care of ourselves has so much more to do with becoming more aware of ourselves than it does taking any pill, supplement or procedure hoping to escape the pain or horror we face.

Please, read the referenced article and the next time you are told that you need to take some medication, vaccine or go through some procedure - question it! Then question your conclusions again! And if you find yourself being afraid of other possible treatment scenarios, question why you are afraid. For when we search for the hard answers, only then will we know the truth. In that moment, we will become more aware and not just be one of the followers drinking the kool-aid.



Source: http://www.naturalnews.com/030657_vaccines_miscarriages.html



Blog Post & Images (c) 12/10/10 Don Shetterly - use by permission only

I'm In Denial

I see ten horses running at full gallop toward us. I'm pleased they are coming to say hello, but everyone else runs for cover. They claim I'm in denial; I compare myself with them and wonder what is wrong with me. Alternatively, they stay and I run, and we all understand I'm a coward. If our experience has led us to think the horses would hurt us, running is sensible. If our experience has led us to think horses are friendly, we stay to greet them. Some of us have learned one, some the other, and so we behave differently. By presuming my behavior doesn't make sense, you don't get to learn that horses may be friendly. - pg 57, On Becoming An Artist by Ellen Langer

A special thank you to Marilyn Brown for the photo of the horses!

Renzo, The Teacher

Note:

This is from a guest writer, Quayny Porter Brown. She is a good friend of mine who works with Dr. Paul Canali at Evolutionary Healing Institute. (read the following blog entry if you have not already read it - A Life Changing Moment)

She sent me this the other day about the loss of their dog, Renzo whom I've had the pleasure of meeting a few times. What she wrote really said a lot to me and I think it really fits the nature and purpose of this blog. So I'm sharing what she wrote with her permission and hope that it impacts you as much as it did me. Thank you Quayny!

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(c) Quayny Porter Brown (1/9/09)


Suffering is not feeling pain or feeling despair or feeling sadness. It is not feeling it. It is resisting it. This is linked to fear of course. The fear to open oneself up to what we perceive is suffering. But it is not suffering to feel the pain of separation, and it is not suffering to mourn death or loss or a break up or a misunderstanding or lack of connection. It is not suffering, although we call it that. There is a difference in the type of suffering that is resisted and the type that is accepted. The type that is resisted requires judgment, repression, guilt, fear, among other qualities. If you are already suffering with a loss why expend the extra energy to resist the feeling, internalize it, destroy oneself with it, limit ones perception by denial. When you realize this there is less fear. There is now less fear because you have allowed yourself to go in and accept and feel whatever is there. Sadness then is sweet and wrenching but does not develop into despair. There is trust and there is faith in the process of living and experiencing what it offers. There is then a direct experience of not dying or collapsing from allowing yourself to feel what is there. Suffering as we come then to understand it is an opportunity for transformation. This is meant to be there. This is meant to tell me something. It is not that I am meant to feel pain necessarily, but it is absolutely true that I am meant to feel.

All week my chest has felt tingling and buzzing. Through the grieving and even before it I recognized that Renzo was teaching me. I have some regret that he had to die to do it, or, rather, that I did not realize his gift to me until he was on his way to die. I have been trying to be present all the time. My feet feel planted on the ground and no one is scaring me. If I fall into my old pattern of looking for approval I immediately apply my new and previously unrealized knowledge that there is nothing to fear so I do not need approval. Why is that. I guess because I am not afraid of not having the approval anymore, at least during these days of clarity.

I used to come home and Renzo was forever on top of me trying to get my attention. I used to brush him off and feel annoyed that he seemed to me to be so dependent on me. I didn’t want that. But no matter what I did or didn’t do, he was always there the next time with a happy loving attitude toward me as if each time I greeted him with the same love and unconditional acceptance. I see now why I rejected his loving advances to me. Why it seemed like a burden. I was afraid of his love, afraid to receive it, afraid to be responsible for it-of course that was an illusion because he was just as happy no matter what I did. Even with the fire trucks going by he would sing. If I did not sing he would come over and find me and look at me as he sang. He’d throw his head back and point his nose to the sky as he sang and sang. He’d stare at me until I did the same. He was trying to reach me, always holding a space for me to join him if I found it in me.

Before he died he was in the hospital and his hind legs were paralyzed. This is how he suddenly woke up early in the morning on Tuesday last week. He spent one night in the hospital and although he was not in pain, he was lying on the floor of the operating area and was not so happy there. The Doctor told me that he watched everyone though and got many pats. He was such a gentle creature, loving and giving. I see now that he was exercising my heart, perhaps not consciously on his part. But his nature, instinctual nature, finally broke through to me during his last two days.

I spent two hours with him the day he had to be put to sleep. It was in the morning and so I got time by myself with him. We just existed together. Him on the table on a stretcher unable to move much, and me standing by him or sitting and talking or crying, or patting or hugging him. I told him all that I had learned. Luckily I realized these things soon enough to say thank you to him for all the lessons he has taught to me. I asked him if he wanted to come back a race horse or a bird or a bumble bee. He didn’t do much but just rest his head on me. It seemed like he’d just like to be a dog. I fought with feelings of injustice at his short life and his sudden decline. And mostly my feelings of guilt about the things I didn’t do during his life. Somehow I just thought there would be more time. There was no more time. But there was time to just be with him and feel it all for as long as I wanted-the hospital did not rush me. I offered him some water with Rescue Remedy. He showed very little interest in it. I rubbed it on his paws. You might say I suffered with him, but you also might say I just grew with him as we went through this unexpected situation together. Together. That was the key, and the only key.

I left after two hours to go pick up the children at school. I asked them if they wanted to go again to visit (we had all gone the night before), and they said No. The night before we all had to sit on the floor of the operating room with the machines beeping and a dog on the table having surgery. It was a hard environment, but we all got Renzo’s head on our laps and his earnest stare into our eyes.

Later that night I met Wyatt at the hospital after he had had a chance to be with Renzo alone for a while. We just sat with Renzo, again on the table on a stretcher. I turned off the fluorescent lights and the room was much more peaceful after that. But Renzo was very calm and so he slept a bit on the table. When he woke up we were just there with him and patting him and crying intermittently. It was such a hard moment knowing that he needed to be put to sleep whenever we asked the Doctor to come in. I offered him Rescue Remedy again and this time he lapped it up, wanting more and more and more. He almost consumed a whole bottle actually. After that he just got very quiet and he lost interest in the remedy. I rubbed some on his paws now and then. We just stayed with him for a long time-maybe an hour after I arrived. He was calm and didn’t raise up his head that much. I told him that it is OK to go-that we will be OK without him and he should feel free to do whatever it is he needs to do. Also to let us know if he comes back to us in another form by some kind of recognizable sign. So I told him these things, and of course we both told him how good he was and how we loved him.

When the doctor came in she was very respectful and quiet and calm. She gave him three shots through his intravenous site. Before we knew it he was gone. He just lay there as usual, but limp and his eyes were open. He was still warm and we hugged him. Then it was time for us to go. In my mind came a picture of a little dog with pointy ears dancing about outlined in neon white. He was playing and saying to me not to be sad, that he can jump again now. Who knows if my mind made it up or if it was an image from some other place. It obviously doesn’t matter. The fact was I felt a little lightness and a sense that he was free of his crippled body.

We left the hospital and we walked up the street. The experience had brought us together in a different way than had been available lately. We walked for a while and then got in our cars to go home.

That night we had dinner with the kids and as we all sat together at the table missing Renzo we had one of the nicest times we had had in months if not ever. The children opened up with their own stories of this and that, and it seemed that we all had the feeling of going through life together, as strange as it does sometimes seem.