Saturday, February 21, 2015
Colour Therapy Meditation: Restore your health with color (by Susanna K. Green)
Learn how to use different colors in your daily life that you will need to achieve optimal health benefits.
Build a strong knowledge of Colour Therapy and how you can apply it in your everyday life.
∙Learn the different associations, attributes and benefits to each color
∙Learn methods to apply color to your body in an attempt to heal those parts of your body suffering under physical, emotional, or spiritual damage
∙Learn a quick and easy Colour therapy meditation technique
∙Learn what parts of the body relate to certain colors
Healing methods everyone must know for optimal health
Learn a great deal about color and how to utilize this free resource for health and well-being. One of the things you will learn is to use light in the form of color to balance "energy" wherever your body is lacking, whether it be on a physical, emotional, spiritual, or mental level.
Master skills using various colour healing techniques; including colour breathing, meditation and colour visualizations for health benefits.
There are two ways you can practice Colour Therapy; as a stand-alone treatment or in conjunction with most other related therapies, such as aromatherapy, crystal healing, stress consultancy and counseling.
This course is perfect for anyone looking to improve their quality of life.
Contents and Overview
This course contains 15 lectures and 1 hour of content. It is designed for anyone who wishes to improve their quality of life.
This course covers the importance of implementing more color into your everyday life. You will learn to address the cause of your condition or illness instead of just masking the symptoms. You will walk away with significant knowledge and skill sets on what colors to wear and eat to obtain maximum health benefits.
During this course, you will participate in a meditation exercise. No materials needed. The more you practice, the more it will become second-nature to implement color into your life and reap great results without even thinking about it.
Upon completion, you will gain a strong understanding on how the use of color can change your life, by allowing you to overcome sickness and dis-ease. Students completing this course will be able to enjoy the healing properties of color anytime, anyplace and anywhere, for free. Also, you will receive a verifiable certificate of completion upon finishing the course.
xoxo,
Friday, December 5, 2014
How having a pet enriched my life...
Everyone knows that having a pet will enhance your life, increase your interpersonal connections and improve your health. Well, maybe you didn't know. I remember reading the health benefits of having a pet years ago but I had never experienced it for myself. I didn't really understand, until the day I met Laila.
Today is my Princess Laila's birthday. She turned 5 years old today. My life has been more enriched since I got her at the tender age of only 10 weeks.
Let me share with you our story...
I was living in Ohio after Hurricane Katrina hit my hometown...New Orleans. I was then managing a hair salon. I knew exactly one year in advance that I'd be moving to Florida. I had it all mapped out in my head. I wasn't fond of the climate there, so I knew it would be a temporary stay.
I didn't realize at the time, I was using the law of attraction to get the things I wanted, but I was.
I asked every one of my clients, "can you see me living in Florida, riding in my convertible with a toy poodle on my lap?" All responded, "absolutely." At the time, I drove a mini van, as it was durable for the weather conditions.
A year later, I made my way to Florida, just as planned. Again, got a job managing another salon, oh and I got my convertible:)
A client told me about a breeding store down the street. I quickly called them, inquiring about their poodles. I needed a hypoallergenic dog because of my allergies.
They informed me, they never breed poodles...EVER. I cannot express the disappointment I felt to hear that. I then, put my name on several lists to receive a callback if these organizations should get in what I was specifically looking for. No one called over a period of a few months.
One day thereafter, I drove past the breeding store again. My inner voice told me to call them back. My thinking was to maybe, give them my name and number in the event they ran across a poodle.
Here's how the conversation went...
Me: Hi, I called a few months back, inquiring about purchasing a poodle from you guys and was informed, you don't breed poodles; so...if I could give you my name and...num...
Pet store lady: I remember you! This is very unusual because we don't normally get poodles, but we have one here now.
My car: SCREECH...
I turned that car around so fast, backtracking to the store.
There she was...
I know, with every fiber of my being, she was meant for only me. When I saw her, it was love at first sight.
I immediately dished out $600 and off we went into the sunset. I tried to adopt but there aren't many poodles available for adoption. There was one at the Humane society that I remember, but he was blind. This would've been my very first pet and I just wasn't ready to take on that kind of responsibility. (DONT JUDGE ME)
I must say, our personalities are perfect together. She's a little lover, just like me. She loves lots of attention and I LOVE giving it to her. Yes, I dress her up in all sorts of pretty dresses, hair bows and accessories. She has a car seat, stroller and many beds throughout the house; amongst other pleasures.
She's the daughter I've always wanted and I am so completely fulfilled waking up, seeing her face and waging tail in the morning, evening and night.
Wow!!!
Maybe you have to be a dog owner to understand the kind of affection we share; or, maybe not.; I don't know.
Anyhoo, she's five today and I'm just as in love as the first day I met her.
Xoxo, Susanna
*Owning a pet is only one of many ways to help you Live Well to 100.
Tuesday, November 4, 2014
Review for Novel, 27 Hours by Gerald C. Anderson
27 Hours is labeled in the Christian genre but even the most devoted sinner can relate. This thought-provoking novel is not for the faint at heart. You may be convicted to take a deeper look into your spirituality.
The characters are real and the situations are visual. I was compelled to continue turning the pages, until the end; although, I was not prepared for the twists and turns that opened up a flood-gate for my emotions to run ramped.
Bishop Carroll's character was most intriguing to me. He was a devout Christian, loving husband and father and a prominent leader in his community. His followers trusted him to a fault. When he denounced his faith, during the last 27 hours on earth, all hell broke loose.
The ending surprised me but I was delighted.
Great read!!!
5 Stars *****
Xoxo,
Susanna
Friday, October 31, 2014
The Ghost of Uncle Pete
When I turned twenty-one, I moved into a building and lived there for fourteen years. My parents bought and did a complete renovation on this place which used to be a boarding house. When I entered the building for the first time, I noticed there were numbers on each door, where the prior tenants had lived. They shared a community bathroom and kitchen. It looked to be roach and rat infested but after we gutted it all out and turned it into a palace, I was anxious and ready to move in.
I became comfortable in my new three bedroom apartment, and later inherited roommates. I already had one roommate at the time and we threw a party one night. Two days later, we noticed one of our mutual friends was still there. He had been asleep in one of the bedrooms that whole time. I joked, "well I guess we need to start charging him rent;" and so we did. He just came to our party and never left… seriously.
Throughout my fourteen years of residing on N. Prieur and Dumaine, in the Treme area of town, I, as well as friends noticed things about this dwelling that I initially interpreted as a figment of my imagination. The stereo system would turn on and off by itself; one of the bedroom doors would slam shut at any given time; my Jewelry would move from room to room. Even though, I was sure of taking off my rings and putting them on the coffee table as I fell asleep, watching television; I would awaken bewildered at how they ended up in different rooms of the house.
Instance #1 A male friend of mine visited me one evening and we sat, talking on the sofa. He turned his head and looked to the side, “Sue, I just saw something.”
I was eager and asked him what he saw, but his description was vague.
Apparently, it was his norm to see apparitions. He explained to me that he was born with a veil covering his face (thin filmy membrane), which is to indicate a sign of having physic abilities. Since I didn't see what he saw, I just left it alone.
Instance #2 My girlfriend visited one night. We sat with the neighbors on their porch. She went upstairs for awhile to my place. The next thing I knew, she hauled butt back down the stairs, yelling, “Sue, why you didn't tell me you had a ghost?”
I asked her what she saw. She explained how she sat on my sofa and glanced at the TV that sat directly in front of her. It was powered off. “I saw a man, dressed real nice, like in slacks. His legs were crossed, as if he were a classy gentleman. I couldn't see his head in the reflection, I guess, because he was tall.”
At this point, I became spooked. I personally had never actually seen a spirit with my own eyes, but I didn't discount what my friends had seen, since they both said they were born with veils.
Instance #3 One night, I was home alone and asleep. I was awakened by a forceful knock on my bedroom door. It was audibly loud and very clear. I quickly came to and realized that no one should be knocking on my bedroom door, since I was home alone.
I rose up in the bed, “Who’s there?”
No one answered. I got up enough courage to get out of bed, walk across the room and open the door. No one was there. I checked the whole house, even in the bathroom, behind the shower curtain. After all, people lingered at my home following parties. I just needed to be sure. My adrenaline was at its peak while climbing back into bed. I pulled the covers up to my darting eyes hoping to fall back to sleep. It was miserably hard.
Instance #4 My roommate talked a lot and loved to tell me stories about his life. So, one night I said, “Come in my room and talk me to sleep.”
He sat on the floor, beside my bed and leaned against the wall. He was animated and full of shenanigans. I was fast asleep in no time. The next thing I heard was, “Sue, get off me!”
He repeatedly barked, until I said, “I’m not on you, fool”.
When he came to his senses, he saw that I was still in bed and had been awakened by him screaming at me.
“Somebody was lying on top of me,” He said.
I recalled that same feeling a couple times during the night myself. My roommate then joked that if it wasn't me that was on top of him, it had to be a ghost. He took the joke further by saying the ghost was homosexual, since he too was. He knew nothing of the past experiences in that house. He was my newest roommate.
One day his work shoes came up missing and he accused me of knowing their whereabouts, when I did not. Things just would not stay where you put them. We searched high and low for his shoes at six o’ clock in the morning. They started off in his room but ended up in mine.
At first, I attributed all of the floating clothes and jewelry episodes to me sleep-walking, since I was told by my siblings that I had a sleep-walking episode when I was ten. The four of us shared a room and they watched me get out of bed, walk across the room, retrieve the trash can, walk back over to my bed, dump the trash in the bed, walk back across the room to return the trash can back to its rightful place. So, of course I thought for a long time it was me, moving around the items until the most amazing thing happened.
(I get chills every time I tell this story)
I had a car accident in my Mazda RX 7. It was totaled. I parked across the street from my home, in my Dad’s church parking lot. One day a guy pulled up and asked me if he could buy parts off my car. He said he had the exact same car as mine. I was like wow; cool… because I had planned to trash the car.
After a few visits of buying parts from me, he invited me to ride with him to Biloxi Mississippi to his friend’s house to put the parts on his car; where it had been parked for months. I agreed to go.
When we arrived, I met his friend and his friend’s wife. Right away, I was drawn to her southern-belle demeanor. She invited me to make myself at home, and so I did.
She handed me a beverage, “So, you from New Orleans, huh?”
I smiled, “Yep, I sure am.”
She slid deeper into her sofa cushion, “Where bout, I used to live in New Orleans?”
“Prieur and Dumaine,” I told her, appreciating my drink, one sip at a time.
Her tone escalated, “Prieur and Dumaine; in that upstairs building?
I was surprised that she knew of it immediately. My eyebrows rose to the top of my forehead, “Yeah, you know it?”
She sat up in her seat, leaning in toward me. Her head tilted to the side and became stuck in that position, “You live in that boarding house?”
“It’s not a boarding house anymore. We transformed it into a palace,” I said.
(What I heard next blew my mind)
“My father and his brother Pete both lived there. Their rooms were right across from each other,” She said. “As a matter of fact, my uncle Pete passed away in that building.”
My expression was that of a deer caught in headlights.
.
Unbelievable, I thought.
I became uncomfortable as every hair on my body stood at attention, “What?”
She went on to share details of their lives when they resided in my building. I felt an overwhelming chill overtake me that I couldn't shake. She listened intently, as I, in turn shared stories of my experiences in the house. When I got to the part of my girlfriend seeing a man in the television set with his arm around her, wearing slacks, she said, “Girl, my Uncle Pete used to love to dress. He was dressed up every time you saw him.”
I almost fell off my sofa cushion. I wasn't sure whether to be relieved that the mystery was finally solved, or to be afraid to go home.
On the ride back to New Orleans, I couldn't stop talking about my conversation with Caroline. My friend and I were both stunned; me especially.
When I arrived home, I told my roommate that I discovered who the ghost of the Prieur Palace was. I referred to him as Uncle Pete.
My roommate was theatrical, not to mention a flaming queen. He stomped through the house screaming obscenities, “Uncle Pete, you better stop stealing my Goddamn shoes and climbing on top of people in the middle of the night; aint nobody got time for that shit.”
“Whoa…whoa,” I said. “Don’t do that! You’re gonna make him angry.
His antics continued. Now, I was officially frightened. I too went through the house speaking to Uncle Pete; of course, in a nice way, trying to put out fires that my roommate had potentially ignited. So far, Uncle Pete had only antagonized us and I wanted to keep it that way. I explained to Uncle Pete that I had met his lovely niece Caroline and that I liked her very much.
I also prayed over my house for protection.
After that, Uncle Pete seemed calm in spirit and antagonized me less and less. I would sometimes find myself waiting for him to make a move but to my recollection, if he did move, it was so remote that I didn't notice.
I went on to live in that building several years after my discovery, until Hurricane Katrina ran me out of town.
It is now October 31, 2014 (Halloween). To this day, whenever I tell this story, I get chills. People have tried to help me make sense of the occurrences. Some thought it was my imagination; others said I probably slept-walked. Some thought it was God’s way of showing me that I was living abominably due to the fact that I threw parties and lived with homosexuals. Others were adamant that Ghosts simply don’t exist.
New Orleans is known for a variety of things and being haunted is just one of the many.
All I know is, what my friends and I experienced, was real. These things really happened.
If it was the spirit of Uncle Pete, may he rest in peace...
Xoxo,
Susanna
Friday, August 8, 2014
Sweet Nectar Book Trailer's presents "27 Hours."
This book trailer was created for the novel entitled, 27 Hours, by Gerald C. Anderson.
In just over a day, Earth will be destroyed! 27 Hours, the second novel from Gerald C. Anderson, Sr. tells a fictional story of faith. Christians around the world question their beliefs while others laugh at them. Led by Bishop Milton Carroll's announcement, parties sprang up everywhere. Sex, violence, drugs, and alcohol rule the last hours. Everything is free for those who enter the party place called "The Peachtree Zone." Moral conviction is abandoned. Satan is busy luring many believers away from God. What would you do ... give into the world or stick to your faith? Do you succumb to the pressure of the world or do you hold to your faith? Is the substance of things hoped for stronger than the impending doom facing the world? How will you spend your last 27 hours?
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