Black People : One gives Power to what One gives Focus to

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  1. Ankhur

    Ankhur Well-Known Member MEMBER

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    The reason why alternative therapies to cancer have given hope to the hopeless, and at times reversed detrimental conditions is because, the wholistic physician gives focus to the cure, rather then the illness,
    and measures that will prevent the illness from occuring again.
     
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    i agree with your assessment that "one gives power to what one gives focus to." however, i don't know about the wholistic medicine, and stuff. yes...we do give power to those things we give focus to. i.e. when we get a headache, we focus on it. when we take something for it, we focus on that...and it doesn't matter what we take--pills, sex, mind-over-body, etc. the same thing applies in relationships. whatever's at issue within the relationship is what we give power to...instead of the answer/cure for what ails us. IF WE GO INTO A DISCUSSION ABOUT THAT ISSUE WITH THE IDEA OF SOLVING THE PROBLEM, THAT'S WHAT WE WILL FOCUS ON. if we go into a discussion about that issue with the idea of arguing/pointing fingers of blame, that's what will happen...THAT'S WHAT WE GIVE POWER TO. we need to learn how to discuss issues without attacking the messenger.

    i guess i kinda got away from your original thought, though, eh. sorry for rambling.
     
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    we have more control over our bodies than modern medicine wants us to believe....
    diet and positive vibrations have been know to cure most of the bodies ills....

    one love
    khasm
     
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    Exactly!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

    The more we focus on what we think obstructs our progress, the more we give power to it!

    The more we focus on future generations, and solutions to those obstructions, the more power we give to the race.

    Folks dont talk about Black Power (or even wear the symbol) as much as they did when Garvey made Red, Black and Green popular on 4 continents,
    in a time without Twitter or facebook or ipads or iphones,

    or when H Rap Brown, Imamu Barracka, Sonny Carson, and Kwame Ture made it popular and had plans and funding from sports and entertainment Black wealthy to implement it .

    Here is an old European tale we used to read as children ,that reflects the point, and there are probably several African ones that do the same, however the point, like mathematics; is universal

    ONCE upon a time there was a farmer and his wife who had one daughter, and she was courted by a gentleman.
    Every evening he used to come and see her, and stop to supper at the farmhouse, and the daughter used to be sent down into the cellar to draw the beer for supper.
    So one evening she had gone down to draw the beer, and she happened to look up at the ceiling while
    she was drawing, and she saw a mallet stuck in one of the beams. It must have been there a long, long time, but somehow or other she had never noticed it before, and she began a-thinking. And she thought it was very dangerous to have that mallet there, for she said to herself: 'Suppose him and me was to be married, and we was to have a son, and he was to grow up to be a man, and come down into the cellar to draw the beer, like as I'm doing now, and the mallet was to fall on his head and kill him, what a dreadful thing it would be!' And she put down the candle and the jug, and sat herself down and began a-crying.
    Well, they began to wonder upstairs how it was that she was so long drawing the beer, and her mother went down to see after her, and she found her sitting on the settle crying, and the beer running over the floor. 'Why, whatever is the matter?' said her mother. 'Oh, mother!' says she, 'look at that horrid mallet! Suppose we was to be married, and was to have a son, and he was to grow up, and was to come down to the cellar to draw the beer, and the mallet was to fall on his head and kill him, what a dreadful thing it would be!'
    'Dear, dear! what a dreadful thing it would be!' said the mother, and she sat down aside of the daughter and started a-crying too.

    Then after a bit the father began to wonder that they didn't come back, and he went down into the cellar to look after them himself, and there they two sat a-crying, and the beer running all over the floor. 'Whatever is the matter?' says he.

    'Why,' says the mother, 'look at that horrid mallet. Just suppose, if our daughter and her sweetheart was to be married, and was to have a son, and he was to grow up, and was to come down into the cellar to draw the beer, and the mallet was to fall on his head and kill him, what a dreadful thing it would be!' 'Dear, dear, dear! so it would!' said the father, and he sat himself down aside of the other two, and started a-crying.

    Now the gentleman got tired of stopping up in the kitchen by himself, and at last he went down into the cellar, too, to see what they were after; and there they three sat a-crying side by side, and the beer running all over the floor.

    And he ran straight and turned the tap. Then he said: 'Whatever are you three doing, sitting there crying, and letting the beer run all over the floor?' 'Oh!' says the father, 'look at that horrid mallet! Suppose you and our daughter was to be married, and was to have a son, and he was to grow up, and was to come down into the cellar to draw the beer, and the mallet was to fall on his head and kill him!' And then they all started a-crying worse than before.
    But the gentleman burst out a-laughing, and reached up and pulled out the mallet, and then he said: 'I've travelled many miles, and I never met three such big sillies as you three before; and now I shall start out on my travels again, and when I can find three bigger sillies than you three, then I'll come back and marry your daughter.' So he wished them good-bye, and started off on his travels, and left them all crying because the girl had lost her sweetheart.
    http://www.sacred-texts.com/neu/eng/eft/eft03.htm
     
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    you must keep focused on the prize and not be distracted by the hiccups.

    interesting story.
     
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    That story was part of our fun reading in first grade in the 60s, and like our African folk tales it was meant to foster critical thinking at an early age.
     
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