I need to write and in need to share..especially at a point in my life i will probably never go through again. I am fasting. This is already my 6th day.my definition of it so far is that Fasting feels like the best way to unplug.I, just like anyone else, can get tied up into this sometimes frenzied life style where we get up and plow forward from dawn ‘til dusk, accomplishing this task, tackling that one, and then crash and repeat. It has truly been a time where i became my true self. The reality of it is that you can't eat so you simply really try to keep yourself busy avoiding kitchens and Momma's cooking! My experience was that the first couple of days my heartbeat raised and i could start to observe my body changing, feeling your stomach shrinking ..i really admired and appreciated the transition of it all. My seance of smell became so strong on the 3 rd day,so if i had a slightest apetite i smelt momma's fried chicken  breast to Aidan's chocolate waifer.The average person imagines that he becomes weak even after missing a meal, and a fast of one day, is supposed to take away all strength....On the fourth day however  i felt the most energetic..so i made sure i spent my time outdoors.

"A lesson is taught with unquestionable clearness by this experiment. People are actually eating themselves into their graves. Ninety-nine out of every hundred take from five to fifty years from the length of their lives by stuffing their stomachs. They eat, not to nourish the body, but merely for the pleasure of gourmandizing. The result is that from two to five times as much food passes through the alimentary canal than is necessary to maintain weight and strength, and mind and body are actually weakened by the strenuous efforts made by the system in endeavoring to rid itself of this excessive amount of food."

the days after tho were a little harder, somehow people start offering you food, eating right in your face and inviting you out to dinner..i can;t say they were temptations but your body reacts to it and you start to feel hungrier by the second.

Toady on my 6th day, i took it as easy as possible giving room for my spiritual mind and body to take it's time.They kicked in easily..as i set down in the quietest room in the house- thoughts of the blessing came to me. it was a boost of energy unning through my blood I Could Feel It! as it ranged from being grateful for being who i am with to the whole New York experience in its self...Then fathers face popped in my mind. On the 31st of January 2009 Father was the happiest man alive..everytime i stood out of my seat to peep he was smiling. . . *everything makes sense now*...now he like Jesus did 40 days~ i can't imagine espeically in their worst surroundings prison and the desert respectively.

Tomorrow as i end my fast i think it's clear that it is also the opportunity to start... i am really glad to have gone through this: it does feel elevating, energising and very very peronally emotional!

"The principal result of value in such a conversion will be from that day forward absolute independence of all advisers, medical or otherwise, upon an ailment of any kind that attacks you. Fasting will be at once the principal part of your self-treatment, and forever thereafter your stomach will be free from the drug habit, and if you expect to retain the slightest respect for yourself you must first learn to respect your stomach."

Raising 200-lb. man with strength of arms only, after seven-day fast.

Hurrah Hurrah to Xanga's Unpublicity,  yaaaa!

Freeing Butterflies
One spring a young boy approached his father with something he had found; it was chrysalis. The father told the boy that this was a great find; that if he cared for the chrysalis and gave it time, a beautiful butterfly would emerge.

The boy cared for the chrysalis but then one day, through the walls of the chrysalis, the boy saw that the butterfly was beating its wings against the walls of the chrysalis, trying to escape. Fearing the butterfly could not escape, the boy opened the chrysalis to free the butterfly. Instead of a butterfly, out came a wet, ugly thing that quickly died.

The boy ran to his father crying. The father told the boy that he should have let the butterfly struggle to escape on its own. The butterfly's beating of its wings against the wall of the chrysalis may have appeared fruitless, but it made the butterfly's wings stronger and stronger until they were strong enough for the butterfly to break out of the chrysalis. At that point, the wings would have been strong enough for the butterfly to fly, and the struggle would have given the butterfly the strength and confidence it needed to survive as a butterfly.

When you see a student struggling to achieve rank, if you feel sorry for the student and make it easier for the student to achieve the rank, you do not help the student; instead, you destroy the student. If a student makes rank without the struggle, the student will not be able to survive as a martial artist,. The student will quickly loose interest in training and will soon quit training. You can show a student the path and encourage the student in the struggle, but if you make the struggle easier, you will only destroy the student.

I put this down because- i remember doing the exact same thing when i was younger and the amount of guilt i felt when i saw it being restless was so dissapointing for me....i rmemeber thinking "i'm going to be punished"! Being with Kids almost 24/7 now a days it's so important that i know how to react to their mistakes, questions and shortcomings.. to see development happening physically in a ballet class  is amazing but to know that someone can grow in a world knowing that whatever happens it is oki to make mistakes & become a better person..is something beyond special..