My best advice to any young person is to write down the top ten things you want in a partner, then become that person.
Kriss Hakala
Tuesday 7 June 2011
Tuesday 15 February 2011
Natural Cure against Cancer
Dear friends: what you are about to read in the paragraphs below, was published in the “Listin Diario” Newspaper, in Santo Domingo, one month ago. To tell you the truth, after I first read this article, I didn't believe too much of what it was saying. This remedy (cure) belongs to a Franciscan monk in Belen (Brazil), named Fray Romano. Nowadays he is a teacher at the seminary in Belen. His fame is spreading all over, like he says: “I treat cancer and every single person can do it, without miracles, just by using the products Mother Nature is providing. Before I give you the recipe, I want to tell you about my personal experience with this Blessed Recipe. I know a lot of people which were cured after they had drunk the “potion”, people given only 1 month to live having different types of terminal cancer. After experiencing myself the benefits of this completely natural cure, I decided to let it spread all over the internet so every person that has a friend, parent, relative, that is suffering from this terrible illness, will be able to make and drink his own cure. I assure you, you will see results even from the first week after starting. It is working really fast.”
The cure for Cancer:
½ or 1 Kg of honey.
2 or 3 big leaves of Aloe Vera
3 spoons of brandy, whisky or other strong liquor.
You wipe the dust off the leaves and you take away the thorns. Then you cut the plant in small pieces. You put all the elements in a blender and you blend it till it becomes a thick paste. Like this you can already use it. You can put it in the refridgerator or leave it outside, as you wish.
YOU MUSN'T TAKE OFF THE EXTERIOR PART OF THE LEAF AND YOU SHOULDN'T PASS IT THROUGH A STRAINER !!!
Monk Romano advices us that we should take 1 table spoon 3 times a day, 15 minutes before each meal. This should last for at least 10 days. You can repeat up to 4 more times only if the medical results are not the ones you hoped for, until the total recovery. They mention there is a possibility that some abscesses of the skin may occur, but not to worry this is a normal good symptom and you mustn't worry.
He continues saying that if you don't see any hoped for results after the first part of the treatment (10 days) you should repeat it. If medical tests show that the tumor has not yet disappeared, you should do up to 4 more sets of treatments (10 days each), until you are completely healed. The monk used this free cure for 6 years with optimum results. He treated many people in Belen and surroundings. He is saying it doesn't just cure Cancer, it also prevents it. It cures skin cancer, brain tumors, lung cancer, prostate cancer, leukemia, etc.
He also tells us that he treated a 29 year old nun suffering from sclerosis.
He who wants a confirmation of a person cured by lung cancer can contact Mr. Fausto Pimentel, in Santo Domingo. Tel (809) 247-2316.
This gentleman published what has been written above to show his gratitude for his life, although they only gave him a few days to live.
As I'm concerned I know different people which can testify they were cured just like Mr. Pimentel. Please broadcast this message in any way you can. I would like to mention (not me, but the author who wrote this article,) that the treatment doesn't cure just cancer but it also resurrects damaged cells and strengthens our immune system.
Does this treatment heal us of any kind of cancer? The answer is YES.
What kinds of cancer does this treatment cure us of? The answer is ANY.
PLEASE PASS THIS ON TO ALL THE PEOPLE YOU KNOW. PLEASE HELP THE ONES, WHO SUFFER FROM BREAST OR ANY OTHER CANCER, MAKE THEM UNDERSTAND THEY MATTER AND THAT WE'RE ALL PRAYING FOR THEM. THANK YOU. MAY GOD BLESS YOU.
Dear friends: what you are about to read in the paragraphs below, was published in the “Listin Diario” Newspaper, in Santo Domingo, one month ago. To tell you the truth, after I first read this article, I didn't believe too much of what it was saying. This remedy (cure) belongs to a Franciscan monk in Belen (Brazil), named Fray Romano. Nowadays he is a teacher at the seminary in Belen. His fame is spreading all over, like he says: “I treat cancer and every single person can do it, without miracles, just by using the products Mother Nature is providing. Before I give you the recipe, I want to tell you about my personal experience with this Blessed Recipe. I know a lot of people which were cured after they had drunk the “potion”, people given only 1 month to live having different types of terminal cancer. After experiencing myself the benefits of this completely natural cure, I decided to let it spread all over the internet so every person that has a friend, parent, relative, that is suffering from this terrible illness, will be able to make and drink his own cure. I assure you, you will see results even from the first week after starting. It is working really fast.”
The cure for Cancer:
½ or 1 Kg of honey.
2 or 3 big leaves of Aloe Vera
3 spoons of brandy, whisky or other strong liquor.
You wipe the dust off the leaves and you take away the thorns. Then you cut the plant in small pieces. You put all the elements in a blender and you blend it till it becomes a thick paste. Like this you can already use it. You can put it in the refridgerator or leave it outside, as you wish.
YOU MUSN'T TAKE OFF THE EXTERIOR PART OF THE LEAF AND YOU SHOULDN'T PASS IT THROUGH A STRAINER !!!
Monk Romano advices us that we should take 1 table spoon 3 times a day, 15 minutes before each meal. This should last for at least 10 days. You can repeat up to 4 more times only if the medical results are not the ones you hoped for, until the total recovery. They mention there is a possibility that some abscesses of the skin may occur, but not to worry this is a normal good symptom and you mustn't worry.
He continues saying that if you don't see any hoped for results after the first part of the treatment (10 days) you should repeat it. If medical tests show that the tumor has not yet disappeared, you should do up to 4 more sets of treatments (10 days each), until you are completely healed. The monk used this free cure for 6 years with optimum results. He treated many people in Belen and surroundings. He is saying it doesn't just cure Cancer, it also prevents it. It cures skin cancer, brain tumors, lung cancer, prostate cancer, leukemia, etc.
He also tells us that he treated a 29 year old nun suffering from sclerosis.
He who wants a confirmation of a person cured by lung cancer can contact Mr. Fausto Pimentel, in Santo Domingo. Tel (809) 247-2316.
This gentleman published what has been written above to show his gratitude for his life, although they only gave him a few days to live.
As I'm concerned I know different people which can testify they were cured just like Mr. Pimentel. Please broadcast this message in any way you can. I would like to mention (not me, but the author who wrote this article,) that the treatment doesn't cure just cancer but it also resurrects damaged cells and strengthens our immune system.
Does this treatment heal us of any kind of cancer? The answer is YES.
What kinds of cancer does this treatment cure us of? The answer is ANY.
PLEASE PASS THIS ON TO ALL THE PEOPLE YOU KNOW. PLEASE HELP THE ONES, WHO SUFFER FROM BREAST OR ANY OTHER CANCER, MAKE THEM UNDERSTAND THEY MATTER AND THAT WE'RE ALL PRAYING FOR THEM. THANK YOU. MAY GOD BLESS YOU.
Tuesday 25 January 2011
A beautiful, true story - Love
A Beautiful Story - Love
Author: John Powell
John Powell, a professor at Loyola University in Chicago writes about a student named Tommy in his "Theology of Faith" class:
Some twelve years ago, I stood watching my university students file into the classroom for our first session in the Theology of Faith. That was the day I first saw Tommy. My eyes and my mind both blinked. He was combing his long flaxen hair, which hung six inches below his shoulders.
It was the first time I had ever seen a boy with hair that long. I guess it was just coming into fashion then. I know in my mind that it isn't what's on your head but what's in it that counts; but on that day I was unprepared and my emotions flipped. I immediately filed Tommy under 'S' for strange, very strange.
Tommy turned out to be the "atheist in residence" in my Theology of Faith course. He constantly objected to, smirked at, or whined about the possibility of an unconditionally loving Father/God. We lived with each other in relative peace for one semester, although I admit he was, for me at times, a serious pain in the back pew.
When he came up at the end of the course to turn in his final exam, he asked in a slightly cynical tone, "Do you think I'll ever find God?"
I decided instantly on a little shock therapy. "No!" I said very emphatically.
"Oh," he responded, "I thought that was the product you were pushing."
I let him get five steps from the classroom door, then called out, "Tommy! I don't think you'll ever find Him, but I am absolutely certain that He will find you!"
He shrugged a little and left my class and my life. I felt slightly disappointed at the thought that he had missed my clever line: "He will find you!" At least I thought it was clever.
Later I heard that Tommy had graduated, and I was duly grateful. Then a sad report came. I heard Tommy had terminal cancer. Before I could search him out, he came to see me. When he walked into my office, his body was very badly wasted, and the long hair had all fallen out as a result of chemotherapy, but his eyes were bright, and his voice was firm for the first time, I believe.
"Tommy, I've thought about you so often. I hear you are sick," I blurted out.
"Oh, yes, very sick. I have cancer in both lungs. It's a matter of weeks."
"Can you talk about it, Tom?" I asked.
"Sure, what would you like to know?" he replied.
"What's it like to be only twenty-four and dying?"
"Well, it could be worse."
"Like what?"
"Well, like being fifty and having no values or ideals; like being fifty and thinking that booze, seducing women, and making money are the real 'biggies' in life."
(I began to look through my mental file cabinet under 'S' where I had filed Tommy as strange. It seems as though everybody I try to reject by classification, God sends back into my life to educate me.)
"But what I really came to see you about," Tom said, "is something you said to me on the last day of class."
(He remembered!)
He continued, "I asked you if you thought I would ever find God, and you said, 'No!’ which surprised me. Then you said, 'But He will find you.' I thought about that a lot, even though my search for God was hardly intense at that time.
(My clever line... He thought about that a lot!)
"But when the doctors removed a lump from my groin and told me that it was malignant, that's when I got serious about locating God. And when the malignancy spread into my vital organs, I really began banging bloody fists against the bronze doors of heaven, but God did not come out. In fact, nothing happened. Did you ever try something for a long time with great effort and with no success? You get psychologically glutted; fed up with trying. And then you quit.
Well, one day I woke up, and instead of throwing a few more futile appeals over that high brick wall to a God who may or may not be there, I just quit. I decided that I didn't really care about God, about an afterlife, or anything like that. I decided to spend what time I had left doing something more profitable. I thought about you and your class, and I remembered something else you had said: 'The essential sadness is to go through life without loving. But it would be almost equally sad to go through life and leave this world without ever telling those you loved that you had loved them.'
So, I began with the hardest one, my Dad. He was reading the newspaper when I approached him.
"Dad."
"Yes, what?" he asked without lowering the newspaper
"Dad, I would like to talk with you."
"Well, talk."
"I mean it's really important."
The newspaper came down three slow inches. "What is it?"
"Dad, I love you. I just wanted you to know that."
(Tom smiled at me and said it with obvious satisfaction, as though he felt a warm and secret joy flowing inside of him.)
"The newspaper fluttered to the floor. Then my father did two things I could never remember him ever doing before. He cried and he hugged me.
We talked all night, even though he had to go to work the next morning. It felt so good to be close to my father, to see his tears, to feel his hug, to hear him say that he loved me.
It was easier with my mother and little brother. They cried with me, too, and we hugged each other, and started saying really nice things to each other. We shared the things we had been keeping secret for so many years.
I was only sorry about one thing - that I had waited so long. Here I was, just beginning to open up to all the people I had actually been close to.
Then, one day, I turned around and God was there! He didn't come to me when I pleaded with Him. I guess I was like an animal trainer holding out a hoop; 'C'mon, jump through. C'mon, I'll give You three days, three weeks.' Apparently God does things in His own way and at His own hour. But the important thing is that He was there. He found me. You were right. He found me even after I stopped looking for Him."
"Tommy," I practically gasped, "I think you are saying something very important and much more universal than you realize. To me, at least, you are saying that the surest way to find God is not to make Him a private possession, a problem solver, or an instant consolation in time of need, but rather to open up to love. You know, the Apostle John said that.
He said: 'God is love, and anyone who lives in love is living with God and God is living in him.'
Tom, could I ask you a favor? You know, when I had you in class you were a real pain. But (laughingly) you can make it all up to me now. Would you come into my present Theology of Faith course and tell them what you have just told me? If I told them the same thing it wouldn't be half as effective as if you were to tell them."
"Ooh ... I was ready for you, but I don't know if I'm ready for your class."
"Tom, think about it. If and when you are ready, give me a call."
In a few days, Tom called, said he was ready for the class that he wanted to do that for God and for me. So we scheduled a date, but he never made it. He had another appointment, far more important than the one with me and my class.
Of course, his life was not really ended by his death, only changed. He made the great step from faith into vision. He found a life far more beautiful than the eye of man has ever seen or the ear of man has ever heard, or the mind of man has ever imagined.
Before he died, we talked one last time.
"I'm not going to make it to your class," he said.
"I know, Tom."
"Will you tell them for me? Will you tell the whole world for me?" "I will, Tom. I'll tell them. I'll do my best."
So, to all of you who have been kind enough to hear this simple statement about love, thank you for listening. And to you, Tommy, somewhere in the sunlit, verdant hills of heaven - I told them, Tommy, as best I could.
If this story means anything to you, please pass it on to a friend or two. It is a true story and is not enhanced for publicity purposes.
With thanks, John Powell, Professor Loyola University, Chicago
I verified this story on www.truthorfiction.com ; which stated the following: “This story was written by Father John Powell; a retired professor at Loyola University in Chicago. Father Powell is advanced in years, but TruthOrFiction.com found him and talked with him. The story was fresh in his mind and he confirmed that it is true and happened in the way that he described it.”
“As the Father hath loved me, so have I loved you: continue ye in my love.” - John 15:9
“Soos die Vader My liefgehad het, het Ek julle ook liefgehad. Bly in hierdie liefde van My.” - John 15:9
Author: John Powell
John Powell, a professor at Loyola University in Chicago writes about a student named Tommy in his "Theology of Faith" class:
Some twelve years ago, I stood watching my university students file into the classroom for our first session in the Theology of Faith. That was the day I first saw Tommy. My eyes and my mind both blinked. He was combing his long flaxen hair, which hung six inches below his shoulders.
It was the first time I had ever seen a boy with hair that long. I guess it was just coming into fashion then. I know in my mind that it isn't what's on your head but what's in it that counts; but on that day I was unprepared and my emotions flipped. I immediately filed Tommy under 'S' for strange, very strange.
Tommy turned out to be the "atheist in residence" in my Theology of Faith course. He constantly objected to, smirked at, or whined about the possibility of an unconditionally loving Father/God. We lived with each other in relative peace for one semester, although I admit he was, for me at times, a serious pain in the back pew.
When he came up at the end of the course to turn in his final exam, he asked in a slightly cynical tone, "Do you think I'll ever find God?"
I decided instantly on a little shock therapy. "No!" I said very emphatically.
"Oh," he responded, "I thought that was the product you were pushing."
I let him get five steps from the classroom door, then called out, "Tommy! I don't think you'll ever find Him, but I am absolutely certain that He will find you!"
He shrugged a little and left my class and my life. I felt slightly disappointed at the thought that he had missed my clever line: "He will find you!" At least I thought it was clever.
Later I heard that Tommy had graduated, and I was duly grateful. Then a sad report came. I heard Tommy had terminal cancer. Before I could search him out, he came to see me. When he walked into my office, his body was very badly wasted, and the long hair had all fallen out as a result of chemotherapy, but his eyes were bright, and his voice was firm for the first time, I believe.
"Tommy, I've thought about you so often. I hear you are sick," I blurted out.
"Oh, yes, very sick. I have cancer in both lungs. It's a matter of weeks."
"Can you talk about it, Tom?" I asked.
"Sure, what would you like to know?" he replied.
"What's it like to be only twenty-four and dying?"
"Well, it could be worse."
"Like what?"
"Well, like being fifty and having no values or ideals; like being fifty and thinking that booze, seducing women, and making money are the real 'biggies' in life."
(I began to look through my mental file cabinet under 'S' where I had filed Tommy as strange. It seems as though everybody I try to reject by classification, God sends back into my life to educate me.)
"But what I really came to see you about," Tom said, "is something you said to me on the last day of class."
(He remembered!)
He continued, "I asked you if you thought I would ever find God, and you said, 'No!’ which surprised me. Then you said, 'But He will find you.' I thought about that a lot, even though my search for God was hardly intense at that time.
(My clever line... He thought about that a lot!)
"But when the doctors removed a lump from my groin and told me that it was malignant, that's when I got serious about locating God. And when the malignancy spread into my vital organs, I really began banging bloody fists against the bronze doors of heaven, but God did not come out. In fact, nothing happened. Did you ever try something for a long time with great effort and with no success? You get psychologically glutted; fed up with trying. And then you quit.
Well, one day I woke up, and instead of throwing a few more futile appeals over that high brick wall to a God who may or may not be there, I just quit. I decided that I didn't really care about God, about an afterlife, or anything like that. I decided to spend what time I had left doing something more profitable. I thought about you and your class, and I remembered something else you had said: 'The essential sadness is to go through life without loving. But it would be almost equally sad to go through life and leave this world without ever telling those you loved that you had loved them.'
So, I began with the hardest one, my Dad. He was reading the newspaper when I approached him.
"Dad."
"Yes, what?" he asked without lowering the newspaper
"Dad, I would like to talk with you."
"Well, talk."
"I mean it's really important."
The newspaper came down three slow inches. "What is it?"
"Dad, I love you. I just wanted you to know that."
(Tom smiled at me and said it with obvious satisfaction, as though he felt a warm and secret joy flowing inside of him.)
"The newspaper fluttered to the floor. Then my father did two things I could never remember him ever doing before. He cried and he hugged me.
We talked all night, even though he had to go to work the next morning. It felt so good to be close to my father, to see his tears, to feel his hug, to hear him say that he loved me.
It was easier with my mother and little brother. They cried with me, too, and we hugged each other, and started saying really nice things to each other. We shared the things we had been keeping secret for so many years.
I was only sorry about one thing - that I had waited so long. Here I was, just beginning to open up to all the people I had actually been close to.
Then, one day, I turned around and God was there! He didn't come to me when I pleaded with Him. I guess I was like an animal trainer holding out a hoop; 'C'mon, jump through. C'mon, I'll give You three days, three weeks.' Apparently God does things in His own way and at His own hour. But the important thing is that He was there. He found me. You were right. He found me even after I stopped looking for Him."
"Tommy," I practically gasped, "I think you are saying something very important and much more universal than you realize. To me, at least, you are saying that the surest way to find God is not to make Him a private possession, a problem solver, or an instant consolation in time of need, but rather to open up to love. You know, the Apostle John said that.
He said: 'God is love, and anyone who lives in love is living with God and God is living in him.'
Tom, could I ask you a favor? You know, when I had you in class you were a real pain. But (laughingly) you can make it all up to me now. Would you come into my present Theology of Faith course and tell them what you have just told me? If I told them the same thing it wouldn't be half as effective as if you were to tell them."
"Ooh ... I was ready for you, but I don't know if I'm ready for your class."
"Tom, think about it. If and when you are ready, give me a call."
In a few days, Tom called, said he was ready for the class that he wanted to do that for God and for me. So we scheduled a date, but he never made it. He had another appointment, far more important than the one with me and my class.
Of course, his life was not really ended by his death, only changed. He made the great step from faith into vision. He found a life far more beautiful than the eye of man has ever seen or the ear of man has ever heard, or the mind of man has ever imagined.
Before he died, we talked one last time.
"I'm not going to make it to your class," he said.
"I know, Tom."
"Will you tell them for me? Will you tell the whole world for me?" "I will, Tom. I'll tell them. I'll do my best."
So, to all of you who have been kind enough to hear this simple statement about love, thank you for listening. And to you, Tommy, somewhere in the sunlit, verdant hills of heaven - I told them, Tommy, as best I could.
If this story means anything to you, please pass it on to a friend or two. It is a true story and is not enhanced for publicity purposes.
With thanks, John Powell, Professor Loyola University, Chicago
I verified this story on www.truthorfiction.com ; which stated the following: “This story was written by Father John Powell; a retired professor at Loyola University in Chicago. Father Powell is advanced in years, but TruthOrFiction.com found him and talked with him. The story was fresh in his mind and he confirmed that it is true and happened in the way that he described it.”
“As the Father hath loved me, so have I loved you: continue ye in my love.” - John 15:9
“Soos die Vader My liefgehad het, het Ek julle ook liefgehad. Bly in hierdie liefde van My.” - John 15:9
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