EFT, or the Emotional Freedom Technique, combines stimulating acupuncture meridian points while saying phrases to effect change in one’s life. It’s easy. It’s free. It works.
But, you’ll have to prove it to yourself. It took quite a while for me to get into it, and when you talk to people who feel it is effective, many say the same thing. It just seems to be too good to be true. They didn’t believe something so simple could have such a great, far reaching effects. I understand as I was the same way. Although introduced to EFT in 2008 by the friends who led us to drink raw milk, and eat raw butter and cheese, it wasn’t until my medical doctor advised EFT for me in 2012, that I began to take it seriously.
Yesterday, when I was BlogHer Commenting with FatCat and ElaineR.N., I mentioned EFT as a good companion to effective weight loss and shared a video I had found online, just to give them a brief introduction. Because they seem to be interested, I am sharing more about the process here, so anyone who needs the technique can try it out for size.
I decided to join in on the Online World Tapping Summit 2013, which just took place in February. It was free, with a different theme to each day’s tapping, but I eventually signed up so I could get MP3 recordings of the directives, as I felt it was so beneficial. Here is an intro to this year’s Tapping Summit so you can get a feel for what it’s all about.
EFT Introduction by Gary Williams and Nick Ortner
As I mentioned, tapping included the various acupuncture meridian points where energy flows throughout the body. You’ll notice as you watch the videos, there are different sequences used by different professionals, depending on what they feel works best. You’ll be able to decide what’s best for you as you learn more about the routine. Many medical doctors are fans of EFT. For a list of EFT practitioners, click here.
An EFT Demonstration
I really enjoyed the World Tapping Summit, which has been growing through the years to include hundreds of thousands of people from all over the world. There is a web site with more information, if you are interested. If you’re REALLY interested, you can send for free DVDs and e-books, also at the same web site.
The more one studies quantum physics, the more one realizes the reality we have been brought up to believe is brick and mortar in 3-D, is actually a hologram of energy. Basically, we are nothing but our thoughts and thoughts become our reality. The sum total effect of this is astronomically astounding and will knock one off kilter when it is first encountered. But, the more one reads and studies about it, the more it cannot be denied. The energy base of our existence is decidedly true.
Eventually, you will run into counselors like Louise Hay with profound ideas of healing who say that if you have an illness, why? What is it accomplishing for you that you can’t give it up? I was very sick when I first ran into that statement and I thought she was crazy, as anyone not enlightened would. But, as I used the Hay House techniques and got well, I realized Louise Hay was a gifted healer. Healing is a journey, whether it’s physical or emotional disturbances that are troublesome.
One quick way to see profound results using energy healing for the mind and body is EFT. Try Emotional Freedom Techniques to see if you get relief.
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Many of those who were active in the Feminism of the 1970s grabbed onto the idea that to be equal, women had to be like men. Some women chose to dress in gray pantsuits; some even wore ties, thinking that would level the playing fields in the male bastions of business, medicine and law.
Many decided being aggressive, using foul language and telling obscene jokes that demeaned women would endear them to their male counterparts. In most cases, these efforts were ineffectual, just looked silly and compromised those participating. It diluted women’s feminine power.
Zoe belly-danced in the Tribal Style. It differs from traditional belly-dancing in that it started in California in the mid 1970s and is done to primarily enrich the dancer, with the audience being secondary.
In the following essay, Zoe expresses her belief that aggressive, male dominated feminism dishonors the feminine ideal and dilutes feminine power. She sent it to her friend, Brian Hassett, a short story writer, poet, feature writer, essayist, critic, columnist, reviewer, and songwriter, in such places as The Village Voice, Rolling Stone, The New York Times, Complete Woman, Penthouse, High Times, Beat Scene, etc. and most importantly to us, a blogger. To read Zoe’s letter as it originally appeared on-line, click here.
Zoe’s New Feminists Essay
March 22nd, 2008
This is a nice essay that was slipped over the transom by a fellow New York warrior in honor of Women’s History Month, thought I’d share.
MEET THE NEW FEMININE FEMINISTS,
by Zoe Artemis
These days my life is divided up into two moving parts: teaching dancing, and campaigning for Barack Obama. Yes, I’m a Baby-boomer for Barack.
On March 8, International Women’s Day, I taught a Belly Dance workshop at my studio in New York City. My role: to teach women to connect with their sacred feminine power and their female heritage. The women in attendance ranged in age from 26-60, in all glorious shapes and sizes.
Belly Dancing has great mojo power in bringing together highly smart women from all walks of life, to get down with each other, and dance. I create a supportive environment where women can feel sexy, saucy, ass-kickin’ strong, vampish, gorgeous and nurtured; a space where they can express latent archetypes: the coquette, the angel, the sensualist, the earth mother, the gypsy, the performer, the priestess, the warrior, and the tribal dancer. Meet the new feminine feminists.
Zoe excelled at everything she did.
We spent the day swiveling, shimmying, shaking, and moving our hips independently of our torso, like a pendulum swinging beneath an immobile clock. To world thumping music our hands created the frame around the body; sometimes the moves were soft, sensual and inward; other times it was outward, wild and reckless. A tribe of women who validate and confirm each other’s sensuality and beauty becomes the perfect antidote to lack of self esteem. For many western women Belly Dance is truly a form of liberation.
The feedback I received from women who belly dance with me is this: it’s not necessary to have that one-to-one attention from a man in order to feel womanly and sensual. Women can feel sexy, sensual and feminine whether they’re in a relationship or not. It’s about creating self-confidence, community, joy and humor. The repetitive movements bring us fully into the present moment, the meditative state, into the zone.
Another aspect which is important for us feminine feminists is that we get to play dress up. Gone are the pant suits, the jeans, the sweat pants, the baggy clothes, the clunky sneakers and the 10″ high heels.
Many arms indicates supernatural powers and the ability to do many things. Zoe is in red, seated at the bottom.
We usually think of feminism as a modern, contemporary trend, however there’s a new kind of feminism that is emerging, where women can own up to their sensuality and softness, while maintaining their fire. I don’t want to take orders from the patriarchy, but I don’t want to take orders from (contemporary) feminists either, i.e., Hillary Clinton and Geraldine Ferraro; which brings me to the current political climate. I am stunned by the raw voracious and, yes, desperate grasping for power by the old guard feminists. It’s pathetic and frightening to see these women make fun of anything deep or soulful, and who take joy in wounding people. Some feminine feminists: Samantha Power, Michelle Obama, Nancy Pelosi and Arianna Huffington. Yelling, shrieking, mocking, bullying, punching and whining are not cool. Punching and whining simultaneously? That’s an oxyMORON.
Zoe Artemis is a native New Yorker who currently teaches belly dance classes at her studio, creative movement classes in the NYC public schools, and campaigns for Barack Obama. In l978-79, at her first job ever, she worked as an administrative assistant in the Carter White House. http://www.zoeartemis.com/
This antique postcard has always reminded me of Laurette and Julie.
(…continued from August 31, 2011)
Yes! It was true. I was reading an article detailing the passing of one of my favorite childhood friends, Laurette. And death is very final. All of the good intentions I’d had about finding her, saying, “Hi!”, and sharing old times would remain forever unrequited. She had transited on to another place while I was left to think about it all. It was a real wake-up call that has not gone unheeded. I learned much from the whole process. That is, taking Laurette for granted all those years, that she would always be alive and well for me to enjoy once again and then finding out that the reunion would never happen.
Our lives are intertwined, whether or not we can see each other.
I couldn’t stand the thought of eternal separation. I search the Internet until finally I was able to find one of Laurette’s siblings. I called immediately and was not disappointed. By finally making contact with a member of the family I was able to find out about Laurette and also about Julie. What a relief to make a connection with someone who knew and loved those girls! We had a great talk and signed off looking forward to getting together. I was so glad I had found out about Laurette and reestablished a relationship with her family.
From what family members said, Laurette was looking to her next existence, when it became time to pass over
I learned that Laurette was in fine health, but suffered from an unexpected freak accident. And this is where a second wake up call from her rang loudly in my head. I was reminded that each of us lives on the edge of the next moment, never knowing what may happen and never having our next day promised to us. We must all be grateful and enjoy each moment as an unfolding miracle. Change, good or bad, can happen very quickly.
Routine things can become remarkably notable in a hurry.
Laurette was just going to drink a cup of hot tea, like any of us might do. No skydiving, no riding a motorcycle or anything out of the ordinary. But, she had an accident happen and it eventually proved to be fatal. The accident occurred on a Friday night. By the next Thursday, after several operations, she slipped away, dying with her family gathered around.
Tulips for Laurette. I know that wherever she is, it is always springtime.
The power of the human spirit was exemplified by my friend Laurette. She had the funniest sense of humor and wry smile that, when she locked eyes with me, always caused me to laugh. She had, although it never once became apparent, a congenital physical difficulty that most people don’t have to entertain. Never did she complain or see life as anything but a lark, for the years that I knew her.
(To be continued Wednesday, September 28, 2011….introducing Laurette’s Favorite Toy…a vintage pattern to purchase and print out.)
Elizabeth Kubler-Ross was a pioneer of death and dying discussions at a time in the 1970s-1980s when the separation process was not common public dialogue. Her powerful insights are not only comforting, but offer a change in reality perception as acceptance and integration of the dying processes are verbalized and even embraced.
If you are in a process dealing with the transitions of life, or if you have an interest in in expanding your understanding, hover your mouse over the link below:
They say all things are connected. I have found that to be true.
Life is amazing sometimes: the way things work, or don’t work or when they work, or how they work. For instance, when I was in junior high school, I was lucky enough to be friends with two girls who were sisters, Laurette and Julie. And they were amazing people, so much so, that I have always remembered them fondly, for what is now, almost fifty years.
In fact, while most other memories have faded, having lost their importance and receded with time’s advance, Laurette’s infectious laughter and Julie’s wry smile are easy to recall and respond to in kind. Whenever I think of those two girls, I can’t help laughing, half a century after the giggles of junior high lost moments. And because Laurette and I were in more classes together, we became closer and good friends.
Laurette and Julie were special because their family was special, and their family was remarkable, tied together by cooperative efforts to get along and get the best out of life. I was lucky enough to be included in the fun as Laurette, Julie and I became friends. It was a very special time in junior high school, which was 7th, 8th and 9th grade in the 1960s. As the years went by, those three years became even more special because Laurette and Julie both went to a different senior high school than I did when it was time. I never saw them again, although the memories of many outings, sleepovers and a week at the ocean were often recalled with pleasure.
Spring is time for housekeeping, inside and out.
Life just has a way of going forward, so, it was strange when I kept thinking of Laurette in the fall of 2010. I didn’t know why then and I don’t now. The fun we had together kept coming back to me and I wanted to find Laurette and Julie and say, “Hi!” I had done Internet searches before, never finding either one. I was determined that this time, I would sit at the computer and look until I found them. But, life was complicated in the fall of 2010 and so, I didn’t get to it. Thinking, “Well there is always tomorrow,” pressing matters came first and finding Laurette went to the back burner.
So, finally winter was over and with the exhilaration of spring, I decided to find Laurette, once and for all. I looked and looked, following many “Laurettes” on the Internet, none of them mine. But then! One day I was staring at the names Laurette and Julie along with the names of their parents and siblings. My quest was ended, I had found Laurette.
The problem was, the article spoke of her in the past tense. I was in shock. Could it be that Laurette had passed away?
(To be continued next Wednesday, September 7, 2011….)
I was taken with this video when I saw it and the story of Dr. Anna Bagenholm’s return to life after being considered clinically dead for about an hour and a half. She was in a skiing accident in Norway and slid under an ice shelf in a cold winter river, lying there for over an hour before help could arrive. Her core body temperature went so low that her heart stopped beating. The faith of her skiing companions and the team of doctors at Tromso University Hospital of Northern Norway in bringing Dr. Bagenholm back to life is inspirational. For a great overview of what it took to resuscitate Dr. Bagenholm, go to this link.
Anna Bågenholm was skiing in the mountains outside of Narvik, Norway when she fell into a frozen stream.
See what you think about this journey from the physical world to the spiritual and back again by clicking play:
Dr. Anna Bagenholm’s heart had stopped, but her team of rescuers refused to do the same, taking shifts until she was fully resuscitated.
Dr Jel Coward, a GP in Tywyn, north Wales, and an expert on wilderness medicine, said people suffering from extreme hypothermia often give the impression of being dead, particularly as it can be difficult to detect breathing or a pulse. He said: “This case really does bring it home to us how cautious one has to be before diagnosing death in people who are cold. There is an old saying that “nobody is dead until they are warm and dead.” For more information on Dr. Coward speaking about Dr. Ann Bagenholm, click here.