WEIGHT-LOSS RECOMMENDATIONS
So what should you eat if you’re trying to lose weight? The majority of obese people eat too much, and they eat too much of the bad stuff. But even if you’re eating the good stuff, you can still eat too much. So, you first need to know what to eat, and second, you need to learn how to recognize when you’re full and when you’re really hungry.
It’s also important to remember that your weight should be lost gradually. Don’t expect miracles overnight like some fad diets promise. When you first start dieting, you will probably lose more water weight, therefore you may be losing more pounds initially. But, if you’re doing it right, your weight loss will slow down to an average of one to two pounds per week. Studies have shown that you can only lose three pounds of fat per week, so anything over that is water loss or muscle loss, which you need to stay away from.
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Dreams of the Shaman:


The siren of the soul::


To the ships who pass her by, the siren sings, a wretched wail that drives a man insane.

As desires are dash upon the rocks, they feel no pain. Poor is the mind of him to who the siren

wails. With sly mirth and misadventure she applies herself well, to sing a song with melody all

wrong.

I sat and listened to the gale blow, thinking of her and what she had done to my mind, so sweet

her song that set a fire my pride, she who sings a song with a melody all wrong.

I call her an orchid upon the mud, oh how low you must be I would say to her! Her witty reply

was only a sigh as the ships pass her by.

Her whisper was a sound that resounds upon this soul that was bound by this siren cry.

A rhapsody of disgrace she played to me, this slave which she had made, who lone to lay with

her at night.
A heavy heart, a fool's heart, to him whom the siren sings at dark.

Be it my fate to die a martyr of love? Dashed upon the rocks.

Her masquerade she pull so well, to this poor soul she would sing to hell.

With melodies all wrong, she sings her song, to souls afar from home.

As I stood to stare, could I not be like the white fleecy clouds hanging in the air? So light of

heart I would be. I plead to her, I cry that my mind and should be set free, I look deed inside to

find that the shadows of my soul was somewhere else, and yet she sing a song with melody all

wrong.

To have an effective weight program, you must use you mind, diet is offten not going to make it when done alone. use your mind, control, manage, and take charge of your weight problem.

Dreams of the Shaman:

Somewhere! In my Mind::

My mind is burning, but no where to be found is the water to drown this fire call desire.

Once I was a free man, that smile at other who put them self in bonds of passion, yet now I find

myself a bird in the same cage.

Glory to he who cast of all chains of bondage, who realize that desire is a medicine that kills.

With heavy heart that is hallow by that which is unattainable, I find myself in the same condition

as a poor man watching the rich eat, to he who is hungry how sweet smell the meat.


I stand now upon a mountain early in the morn, with my mind far across the valley where the

cocos crow. In this valley full of mist, my mind is lost, it rolls across the valley floor .

From my perch high upon th mountain I watch, early morning mist and rain, oh what a lonely

sound.
I rejoice in this feeling, and with a flame burning in my heart, a desire that permeates all

consciousness, dreams of bitter joy and sweet pains, the brides of dawn have given to me a

divine gift, a gift of near perfection.

They have given to me a breath of immortality, tho not yet consecrated.

Still the flame burn in my heart for life. I stand now and understand that I would be a shadow of

god's shadow.

I perceive the earth dress in garment of gold, with a crown of pure white, and standing beside her,

my friend death who wears a veil of indifference.


With black mantle of silence he has planted the bones of the dead. Consigning them to a still

more mute like destiny.

Yes I would marry life, but have found in my place death the groom and life already his

ceremonial bride.

DREAMS OF THE SHAMAN:


A State of Mind;

I say that to live, man must kill, yes that right he must kill.

To live man must kill1

Kill desire, Kill hate, Kill envies, Kill prejudices. Yes to live life in it's most high state man must

kill, this is my state of mind.



A sea of peace:

doing wrong is the easy way to live, I did not do so what? It's not my business, I don't want to

get involve, let some one ease take care of that, that why we have police, those who pass wrong

by with no thoughts of right is also wrong. The wick live by the fears of the righteously.

Now that we have march the halls of war, let stand for peace, marching forth we will reach the sea

of peace. Let us throw away the sticks of war. Yes that's the way, let us be first to do so.

Let us not take pride in been so strong that we are a afeard to cry for peace.

Take pride yes, but know you this, false pride is a ferrous mistress that dams the soul of that

which she touch. At the end of my hard day I lone so for a sea of peace.....

Dreams of a Shaman

Shadow of a Shaman mind:




He sat on the mountain side, crying, oh such a ruckus he made. Approaching his, I ask, oh

brother why do you cry so? You cry as if you have lost all in this world!

My hail to him went un answer, as if I was still to far off for him to hear me, or was my voice

suppress by him crying? I did not know. Closer I came so that I might see, and see I did.

By the cut of his clothes, he was of a wealthy family, for his things were made of the finest

fabric, he sat up on a leather cover cushion. For the sound of sorrow, I had such a strong feeling

for this young man, and yet in my mind I was feeling that there was more here then just sorrow.

He spoke with such truth these words " Impoverish by the limits of the mind, I strived forward,

weighted down by body, I run this race call life, and like so many before me I also run blind."

He stop crying to talk to me, oh what words from one so young.

I have found these fact to be self evidence " try hard to live and yet harder not to die , and why

you do, all ways the un answer why? But than again that the way life goes, so I am told.

Sorrow and pain may fill this cup, over filled but never enough, and that the way life goes, so I

am told. The un fill wants of life are but shallow shadows, shade cast upon my mind, to make

a chaotic scene of my soul. Oh what a pitied that shame would wear the dress of pride, and with

delusion, Sin a horse call life, would ride.

I set here and now understand that for long I have been impoverish, like so many others.

But Now I find that I am no longer ignorance of the law of life, but in my own idiosyncrasy and



slough, I walk to death's door.

I look only for what could I do, for all my compassion what can i say,? And in my mind, only a

man, only a man, I stood only to look and He, only cried the more.