My GroupsEssential Oils I love humanity and am grateful every day for my own health and the opportunity to serve others. Empowering them to take control of their own health and wellness. Educating them in their own Quantum Potentialities by learning to activate the "
Hero" within and living in balance.
Having been very sick for over 12 years, with Epstein Barr Virus and Diagnosed with Chronic Fatigue Syndrome. Mainstream medicine had no answers except to remove different body organs and give me medication. My answers to my health challenges came when I walked away from mainstream medicine (1987) and began educating myself and learning about the human body
(my own body). I believe we were created and as one begins to see how wonderfully designed we are and how we can actually be healthy by sup- porting our body and our mind, I got really excited! Like a sponge, soaking up the knowledge from books on every topic you could imagine to help me know how to "BE" healthy. Going to seminars to learn different modalities/ methods to help bring my body & mind into balance. To support my body into healing itself. April 2003 was my 10 year Anniversary Chronic Fatigue Free! People began asking me for advice on just about every topic.
It became my passion to put together simple programs that stay- at- home moms could use to help their families claim and maintain physical/emotional/ mental balance. My passion grew into my vision, "To Change The Way People View Healthcare In The Northwest, Across the U.S. and Around The World". Pursuing my vision has taught me many life lessons and increased my desire and drive to be the best Humanitarian possible.
I have had the privilege of working with the Portland Oregon, Chronic Fatigue Syndrome Support Group. At which time they videoed my story and sent it out to every CFS support group across the U.S. Being the only person on a panel of 8 who had overcome this health challenge and without drugs was unheard of.
The Internationally known Herb Company, "Nature Sunshine"sent a company video team to record the first "Systems School" we taught in Cody Wyoming. Also hired by them to speak nationally on Health Care Topics of their choice in New York, New Jersey, Connecticut, Arizonian, New Mexico, Texas and of course Oregon.
It has been a privilege to Teach my own Schools and Seminars on Body Balancing, Emotional Wellness, Thought & Feeling Identification and Designing Life by Choice & Free Will. Trinity College provided me with my CNHP, certified natural health professional certification. Add to that, "Bach Flower Essence Practitioner" Levels 1 & 2. Also, Body Health Awareness, taught by James D. Jenks HMD also author of one of the best simplified booklets on health you will find, "Think and Be Healthy". Becoming a Body Type Counselor with Dr. Abravanel was a real Joy.
My work, programs, seminars where all validated by like-minded people sharing life-changing knowledge to empower people to live their lives with passion and balance. Secrets of the Millionaire Mind, Millionaire Mind Week-end. Train the Trainer...T-Harv Eker...The Secret DVD
Always learning, always alert to ways and products that will enhance my own Balance and allow me to help as many people as possible. That is what makes a difference in my life.
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Mel Here, I was listening tonite when you were on the call at Provibrant.
I have been so involved with FrequenSea and o3world I haven't been on this website for awhile as There are so many of these NING websites that I have been invited to I spend most of my time letting everyone know about FrequenSea and The Form Pill on these sites.
Lucy, I too am into the way Nature built our bodies and that is how we have to return to in order to have the health we need to survive this Fascist controlled world. The Corporations have taken over most of our world and have destroyed most of the food we have in the markets and in order to get decent healthful food we are forced to spend much more to get organic food.
Our bodies have had enough of the junk that is forced on us every where and FrequenSea has been my salvation in getting the wholefood I need to stay healthy.
I don't know if you read my Page here but I'm still passionate about helping everyone I can to get and stay healthy.
I am a 13 year colon cancer survivor and It took me a long time to find the right wholefood that I was searching for when Chris had me look at FrequenSea, I immediately jumped on it and joined in March and it has done wonders for me.
I hope we can work together more as you are my upline here. If you go to my page and read the info I put there and go to my blog , you can see what I am doing most of the time.
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Thanks so much for everything! Have a great time in Seattle!
Before I share it with all of you , some pretty AWEsome events are taking place in Oregon this month that will continue to offer Health Kindness and Opportunity to all who attend.
I spent the day with some heroes yesterday and am continually amazed at the desire of so many people to share HOPE and to BE KIND to a fellow human-BEING that needs that act of KINDNESS.
Chris Tinney of Powerful Intentions along with Cody McKinley were guest speakers...we met in Salem Oregon at Arnold Strong's home.....some of us enjoyed the annual ART SHOW ...people came from 2 hours away to be part of the Energy Momentum that is taking place. Chris and Cody have started theLifestyle Tour and if you would like to know more about that please feel free to go to http://www.lucy.fglifestyletour.com/...
Chris will be showing the uncut version of the "Secret" here in Portland on July 30th if you have any friends or family in the Northwest (we have friends coming from Seattle to BE part of this) that you would like to meet Chris and view the movie please let me know and I will be happy to meet them at the Movie....heroofhumanity@yahoo.com or add a comment here.
So, back to the email that will move you and touch the HERO of HUMANITY with in you. Please pass it on...for the world is reaching to connect with it's HERO.
Blessings to you all,
Lucy
www.heroofhumanity.com
A Girl With An Apple
> (This is a true story and you can find out more by Googling Herman
> Rosenblat. He was Bar Mitzvahed at age 75)
> August 1942. Piotrkow, Poland.
> The sky was gloomy that morning as we waited anxiously. All the
> men, women and children of Piotrkow's Jewish ghetto had been herded into a
> square.
> Word had gotten around that we were being moved. My father had
> only recently died from typhus, which had run rampant through the crowded
> ghetto. My greatest fear was that our family would be separated.
> 'Whatever you do,' Isidore, my eldest brother, whispered to me,
> 'don't tell them your age. Say you're sixteen.
> 'I was tall for a boy of 11, so I could pull it off. That way I
> might be deemed valuable as a worker.
> An SS man approached me, boots clicking against the cobblestones.
> He looked me up and down, and then asked my age.
> 'Sixteen,' I said. He directed me to the left, where my three
> brothers and other healthy young men already stood.
> My mother was motioned to the right with the other women,
> children, sick and elderly people.
> I whispered to Isidore, 'Why?'
> He didn't answer.
> I ran to Mama's side and said I wanted to stay with her.
> 'No, 'she said sternly.
> 'Get away. Don't be a nuisance. Go with your brothers.'
> She had never spoken so harshly before. But I understood: She was
> protecting me. She loved me so much that, just this once, she pretended not
> to. It was the last I ever saw of her.
> My brothers and I were transported in a cattle car to Germany.
> We arrived at the Buchenwald concentration camp one night weeks
> later and were led into a crowded barrack. The next day, we were issued
> uniforms and identification numbers.
> 'Don't call me Herman anymore.' I said to my brothers. 'Call me
> 94983.'
> I was put to work in the camp's crematorium, loading the dead into
> a hand-cranked elevator.
> I, too, felt dead. Hardened, I had become a number.
> Soon, my brothers and I were sent to Schlieben, one of
> Buchenwald's sub-camps near Berlin.
> One morning I thought I heard my mother's voice.
> 'Son,' she said softly but clearly, I am going to send you an
> angel.'
> Then I woke up. Just a dream. A beautiful dream.
> But in this place there could be no angels. There was only work.
> And hunger. And fear.
> A couple of days later, I was walking around the camp, around the
> barracks, near the barbed-wire fence where the guards could not easily see.
> I was alone.
> On the other side of the fence, I spotted someone: a little girl
> with light, almost luminous curls. She was half-hidden behind a birch tree.
> I glanced around to make sure no one saw me. I called to her
> softly in German. 'Do you have something to eat?'
> She didn't understand.
> I inched closer to the fence and repeated the question in Polish.
> She stepped forward. I was thin and gaunt, with rags wrapped around my feet,
> but the girl looked unafraid. In her eyes, I saw life.
> She pulled an apple from her woolen jacket and threw it over the
> fence.
> I grabbed the fruit and, as I started to run away, I heard her say
> faintly, 'I'll see you tomorrow.'
> I returned to the same spot by the fence at the same time every
> day. She was always there with something for me to eat - a hunk of bread or,
> better yet, an apple.
> We didn't dare speak or linger. To be caught would mean death for
> us both.
> I didn't know anything about her, just a kind farm girl, except
> that she understood Polish. What was her name? Why was she risking her life
> for me?
> Hope was in such short supply, and this girl on the other side of
> the fence gave me some, as nourishing in its way as the bread and apples.
> Nearly seven months later, my brothers and I were crammed into a
> coal car and shipped to Theresienstadt camp in Czechoslovakia.
> 'Don't return,' I told the girl that day. 'We're leaving.'
> I turned toward the barracks and didn't look back, didn't even say
> good-bye to the little girl whose name I'd never learned, the girl with the
> apples.
> We were in Theresienstadt for three months. The war was winding
> down and Allied forces were closing in, yet my fate seemed sealed.
> On May 10, 1945, I was scheduled to die in the gas chamber at
> 10:00 AM.
> In the quiet of dawn, I tried to prepare myself. So many times
> death seemed ready to claim me, but somehow I'd survived. Now, it was over.
> I thought of my parents. At least, I thought, we will be reunited.
> But at 8 A.M. there was a commotion. I heard shouts, and saw
> people running every which way through camp. I caught up with my brothers.
> Russian troops had liberated the camp! The gates swung open.
> Everyone was running, so I did too. Amazingly, all of my brothers had
> survived;
> I'm not sure how. But I knew that the girl with the apples had
> been the key to my survival.
> In a place where evil seemed triumphant, one person's goodness had
> saved my life, had given me hope in a place where there was none.
> My mother had promised to send me an angel, and the angel had
> come.
> Eventually I made my way to England where I was sponsored by a
> Jewish charity, put up in a hostel with other boys who had survived the
> Holocaust and trained in electronics. Then I came to America, where my
> brother Sam had already moved. I served in the U. S. Army during the Korean
> War, and returned to New York City after two years.
> By August 1957 I'd opened my own electronics repair shop. I was
> starting to settle in.
> One day, my friend Sid who I knew from England called me.
> 'I've got a date. She's got a Polish friend. Let's double date.'
> A blind date? Nah, that wasn't for me.
> But Sid kept pestering me, and a few days later we headed up to
> the Bronx to pick up his date and her friend Roma.
> I had to admit, for a blind date this wasn't so bad. Roma was a
> nurse at a Bronx hospital. She was kind and smart. Beautiful, too, with
> swirling brown curls and green, almond-shaped eyes that sparkled with life.
> The four of us drove out to Coney Island. Roma was easy to talk
> to, easy to be with.
> Turned out she was wary of blind dates too!
> We were both just doing our friends a favor. We took a stroll on
> the boardwalk, enjoying the salty Atlantic breeze, and then had dinner by
> the shore. I couldn't remember having a better time.
> We piled back into Sid's car, Roma and I sharing the backseat.
> As European Jews who had survived the war, we were aware that much
> had been left unsaid between us. She broached the subject, 'Where were you,'
> she asked softly, 'during the war?'
> 'The camps,' I said. The terrible memories still vivid, the
> irreparable loss. I had tried to forget. But you can never forget.
> She nodded. 'My family was hiding on a farm in Germany, not far
> from Berlin,' she told me. 'My father knew a priest, and he got us Aryan
> papers.'
> I imagined how she must have suffered too, fear, a constant
> companion. And yet here we were both survivors, in a new world.
> 'There was a camp next to the farm.' Roma continued. 'I saw a boy
> there and I would throw him apples every day.'
> What an amazing coincidence that she had helped some other boy.
> 'What did he look like? I asked.
> 'He was tall, skinny, and hungry. I must have seen him every day
> for six months.'
> My heart was racing. I couldn't believe it.
> This couldn't be.
> 'Did he tell you one day not to come back because he was leaving
> Schlieben?'
> Roma looked at me in amazement. 'Yes!'
> 'That was me!'
> I was ready to burst with joy and awe, flooded with emotions. I
> couldn't believe it! My angel.
> 'I'm not letting you go.' I said to Roma. And in the back of the
> car on that blind date, I proposed to her. I didn't want to wait.
> 'You're crazy!' she said. But she invited me to meet her parents
> for Shabbat dinner the following week.
> There was so much I looked forward to learning about Roma, but the
> most important things I always knew: her steadfastness, her goodness. For
> many months, in the worst of circumstances, she had come to the fence and
> given me hope. Now that I'd found her again, I could never let her go.
> That day, she said yes. And I kept my word. After nearly 50 years
> of marriage, two children and three grandchildren, I have never let her go.
> Herman Rosenblat of Miami Beach, Florida
> This story is being made into a movie called The Fence.
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I want to say thanks for all your support over the last year. You are truly special and I cant wait to see you!
Martin
Thanks again, abundant blessings your way!
Patty
Thank you for the love, Lucy!
You are an angel!
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