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Another bloom coming

It was whilst I was taking photographs of the cactus that bloomed, (see articles Little pieces of beauty and Just like a bus), that I decided to illustrate the long stemmed plant I talked about.




To my amazement, it too is going to bloom.


Adenium obesum var. multiflorum

I had been sitting here, and not noticing.

 
Adenium obesum var. multiflorum in our garden in Bukit Mertajam, Malaysia.

How Adenium obesum var. multiflorum flowers in the wild or in our garden in Bukit MertajamMalaysia. See More Beauty in our Garden, Flowering Orchids, for more plants and strange things.



Here you can see the rather bulbous base of the Adenium obesum var. multiflorum in a pot in the garden in Bukit MertajamMalaysia, rather than the thin stems seen in the picture at the top of this article here in Norbiton Hall, UK.

It is the small things we miss.

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Little pieces of beauty

Often, when we are feeling down, when life is getting too much, all we see is the negative of what life is throwing at us.

Perhaps someone is not contacting us, and we feel alone an neglected.

Perhaps the chocolate cake has not risen enough in the oven, and has sunk in the middle.

Perhaps there is not a patch of blue sky to be seen, just cloud hanging over us.

Perhaps what we had hoped and expected to happen, has not.

The more we sit waiting for things to improve, the worse life becomes.

Oh Poo Poo.

For years, the window ledge of the front windows of the flat, overlooking the busy road which used to flood (see pictures Floods in Kingston upon Thames) so much here near Norbiton Hall, there have been plants in a various assortments of plant pots.

An Amaryllis, with it’s large bell-like flowers lasting for a couple of days, leaving for the rest of the year, long green leaves.

An Aloe Vera plant that gets more and more like a Triffid.

A strange long stemmed plant with little tufts of leaves at the top of the stem. See article on Adenium obesum var. multiflorum. Tomorrow.

And then there are the cactus plants, that are so slow in growing, even a kettle boils quicker, and they do nothing.

It is that one moment, blink and you miss it, that the cactus blooms, and yesterday it was such a moment.

A delicate yellow bloom, with petals so thin they were like rice paper, as if you could see through them. I dare not touch them.


Cactus bloom. A delicate yellow bloom, with petals so thin they were like rice paper, as if you could see through them.

How often do we miss that one moment of beauty, happiness, joy? Let them slip through our fingers, like sand on the beach.

Today the bloom has not opened, but I still have the memories that will last a lifetime, to draw me out of the depths of doom and gloom.

Use “Phillip’s Sausage” to see, hear and feel more. Please do not miss out or dismiss to good things in your life.


See next article Another bloom coming and Just like a bus

PS. If you know the name of the cactus, please drop me a comment.

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My stuff has some good things, Ham Radio

Whilst throwing out my old “stuff” (The throw-away society), I came across my amateur radio equipment which I have not used for many years.

It was way back at an early age that my interest in the propagation of radio signals was born. How do radios and TV’s work?

How can a sound or a picture be sent through the ether, the air, to be heard the other side of the world.

On a Sunday lunchtime, we would listen to the BBC‘s Two-Way Family Favourites, a program where, families in the UK, would send messages to the soldiers, sailors and airmen serving in far off places like Cyprus, and the men and women serving in the forces would return their messages. How could they do that, and play the music requested.

My first radio I built was a crystal set. A very simple device consisting of a coil of wire, a crystal usually iron pyrite, a pair of earphones, an earth connection or water pipe, a very long and high wire or aerial at least 150 feet long, and a cats whisker.

I would lay in bed until midnight, when the BBC would stop broadcasting for the day, enjoying the late night music. Surely if it is possible to receive radio signals, it is obvious one can transmit. But how?

Why was it that at certain times of the day it was possible to hear transmissions from one side of the world, and at another time nothing could be heard, but perhaps a signal from another country.

It would take me until 1979, when I decided to take the year long course and take my amateur radio exam, to learn the secrets of how radio receivers and transmitters worked, circuit design, how to build radios and transmitters, radio propagation, weather and atmosphere significance, capacitance, ohms law, radio frequencies and their use, the rules and laws of transmission.

It was whilst waiting for the result of my exam, that the British Government allowed the normal citizen to walk into any Post Office and purchase a CB license without taking the Ham Radio exam.

I got my call sign G8YJQ, and had many great years meeting people on the air, learning more, also giving my time to emergency services through RAYNET.

It was my time in Saudi Arabia where ham radio is banned, that my interest in ham radio would wane, only to return with less interest on my return to the UK, when I would buy a couple of radio/transmitters. Not having any facilities for a good aerials to get a good signal, and no person to share my interest, the radio/transmitters found themselves at the back of a draw, only to be found again when throwing out my “stuff”.

A quick charge of the batteries, and a re-read of the operating manuals, and I am back on air.

But so far in two days, I have heard no other transmission or contacts.

Are there Radio Hams out there?

ICOM IC-T7E                               YAESU FT-727R

MY TRANSCEIVERS

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The throw-away society

I am really depressed, down, lost after a week of throwing “stuff” away. See article I am a hoarder.

I say “stuff” rather than “junk”, because the things I have disposed of, thrown out do or did have worth to me, memories, perhaps some use in the future, or some use to someone else, perhaps to show people what life was like some few years ago, what we had to suffer with.

But what are the use of my old degree assignments? Yes I was proud of them, neatly bound, lots of effort and hours invested in them, but taking a whole shelf up. Out.

Old manuals of programming languages I used in the early days of computing, NCR‘s NEAT 3, COBOL, “C” and “C++“, IQ Lisp the Artificial Intelligence Language of Texas Instruments, operating systems like DR DOS, MS DOS, UNIX and JCL, networking systems like NOVELL, ARC Lantastic, MS Workgroups. The list goes on and on.

Cables that would allow me to connect computers together in a network, to connect printers, power cables, the circuit boards I have, networking cards, sound cards, video cards, spare hard drives so small now in capacity 100 MB, 2.5 inch floppy disk drives, 5 inch floppy inch drives.

What about the computers I had. Four good computers from around 1998. Two good video displays, massive and heavy by todays flat screen LCD screens.

Four good printers, only needing toner or ink.

Software packages, some unopened, LANtastic network software, Windows operating systems, DOS, Windows, LaplinkProCom communication software, Word processors WordPerfect, MS Works etc. All so out-of-date. Useless.

Do I put them in the waste bin? No we are not allowed to do that.

Do I take them to a recycling depot? Could do, so they would be shipped to China to be striped down.

Do I sell them in the local paper, at a car boot or eBay? Tried eBay, no takers. Car boot, none going on near me.

Give them away? Yes.

On my daily walk into Kingston upon Thames town center to get exercise, I pass a small computer shop come internet café, Activ Euro, Old London Road, which I know repairs computers, perhaps he could have and use them?

The owner, told me he would have a look at them, but all he would do would perhaps throw them away. He told me a company collects once a month the old computers and pays £1 per machine. In his shop window there are things or “stuff” that has been there a long time, so long the packaging is fading. US Robotics or 3COM Palm PDA, still new, but so out of date, (5 years), and no takers. CD drives, no-one wants them.

People go into his shop to have a printer repaired, and he tells them to buy a new one, as it will cost more just to remove the covers than it would for a new one.

I give him two car loads of “stuff”. Perhaps he can use some of it, a cable here, a board there.

That afternoon, passing his shop again, I notice my old printer, a QMS Color Laserjet 2, sitting next to his networked internet access computers. Good he has found a use for it.

Wikipedia defines The throw-away society as :- a human society strongly influenced by consumerism. The term describes a critical view of over-consumption and excessive production of short-lived or disposable items.

In my case it was not a case of over-consumption, or excessive production, or disposable items. I only purchased what was needed at the time. But, technology moves on, new ideas superseded the old, new products are cheaper to buy than to repair the old.
 
In the case of my QMS printer, the cost of the replacement toner cartridges was more than the cost of a new printer.

I do not want the latest gadget, (yes I do, but cannot afford it), but sometimes technology leaves the old obsolete like analog TV, now going to digital, the old TVs will not work.

Yes, and manufacturers build in to their equipment a time clock when components fail.

It is still so depressing to throw away such history, so many memories, so much knowledge that I spent so much blood sweat and tears learning, that will never be seen or used again.

Oh well, more space for my books on NLP, hypnosis and memory. But then I have so many books that I will never make use of again, QUARKXPRESS Handbook, The UNIX Programming Environment, Visual Basic, Business Law, Human Resource Management, on and on and on. Anyone wants them?

Oh Poo Poo, I’m so depressed.

Perhaps the owner of Activ Euro can make some use of my old computer “stuff”.

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Metal boxes, The Earth, Mountains, My thoughts

It was an early start Saturday to catch a British Airways flight from London Gatwick to Verona in Italy to give an NLP Master Practitioner course.

I left the home at 4:30 am, and for once drove my car down, hoping I could keep my eyes open. Even at that early hour, the roads were busy.

What are these people doing up so early?

Have they just left the night clubs and going home to sleep?

Are they going to work?

Are they going on holiday?

Me, in the safety of my little metal box called a car, insulated from the outside world, only involved in my work, my requirements and needs, suddenly became aware of the bigger picture, “Phillip’s Sausage“.

Once on the aircraft, again a metal container, I was able to settle back, with my window seat, be given a snack of a ham and cheese roll, orange juice and tea, looking down at the world slowly passing below me.

From 35,000 feet, it is possible to see the cities, roads, lakes, even down to the traffic on the motorways scarring the surface of our little planet. Again I wondered what people were doing down there. Some also in their little steel boxes. Some working in the fields. Some on holiday. Some being born. Some dieing.

What is the name of that town? What is the name of that lake? What country are we flying over? Why are there no lines like on a map, defining that is France and that is Germany?

As we flew over the Alps, there was hardly a cloud in the sky, and the early morning sunlight highlighted the mountains covered in snow. Perhaps these are the natural borders we humans have placed upon ourselves. But which country is which, there are no visible signs.

Why did I leave my camera in my case in the locker above my head?

Which mountain was the Matterhorn, the Cervino in Italian, Mont Cervin or Le Cervin in French? It is the same mountain, but given a different label by us humans.

We must have flown over the Dolomites, and for the first time I notice the formation of the earth in this region, the mountains. Perhaps it was the shadows of the early morning sun. Why was not geography like this at school, being able to experience, to see first-hand what the teacher was talking about.

As I looked down there were ridges or folds stretching away, clear distinct lines, like waves on a lake.

To the north of the ripple peek, the slope was nearly perpendicular, or straight down, but the slope to the south was more gentle.

I could understand how the earth had been forced up at an angle say of 45 degrees, and part of it had slipped over the other, forming the ripple effect.

Why did I not have my camera at hand? Perhaps this weekend as I fly again to Verona to end the course, I may get another chance for a photograph. In the meantime, with a set of books I can show the effect I mean.

Wilbur Smith's books, demonstrating the layers of rock strata in the Alps and Dolomites.
The rock strata being forced over another


Now I must ready myself to start the NLP Master Practitioner and give the participants the same experience I had of the mountains, but for them the exercises I will give in the course.

Antonio, Mustapha, Fred.

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Migraine, an understanding, a cure

As I searched for the reasons why people, or myself in particular, had attacks of  migraines on a non scientific basis, just by observation, I was convinced it had something to do with the build-up of wrong chemicals in the brain, thus effecting the firing of the neurons or brain cells, plus the blood supply to the brain.

I had observed that on the now rare occasions I had an attack of migraine, I was not drinking, therefore I was dehydrated, and not washing away the unwanted chemicals, the body waste.

As I had a migraine, I also observed that the blood vessels at the side of the head, the temples, were more pronounced, they stood out. At the moment as I run my finger tips over the temples I can feel no blood vessels. Therefore migraine could be a vascular disorder.

This months (July 2008) Scientific American, published an article by David W. Dodick and J. Jay Gargus entitled “Why Migraines Strike“.

In this article they describe the various symptoms reported by sufferers, and the old views, as was mine that migraines were cause by blood pressure. But with new technology and research, brain imaging, molecular biology and genetics, new understanding has emerged, and from these new understandings possible new treatments.

They now know that prior to a migraine attack, there could be an increase of up to 300% in blood supply, and then a drop to near normal or below. So yes blood circulation is a factor, but read on.

Prior to the pain part of the disorder, sufferers often describe visual disturbances, flashing lights, distortion, blank fields of vision, hallucinations or “aura’s“. This is obviously the functionality of the brain, misfiring of the neurons, messages not being transmitted across the brain or incorrect messages.

What they have observed as aura’s. occur, is that in the outer layer of the brain, the cortex, there is an increase of activity, a “brainstorm“, which is also called a cortical spreading depression. This will involve an increase in the blood circulation, as the neurons are highly active. As this depression or hyperexcitability passes, there is a drop in blood demand. This spreading depression across the cortex is quite slow, quoted as 2 – 3 millimeters a minute, thus the aura. effect lasting for say an hour.

When neurons fires, activates, pass-on or transmit information to another neuron, they do so by an electrical charge. This is produced by the neuron releasing neurotransmitters, resulting in the flow of sodium and calcium flowing into membranes and potassium irons to flow out in the opposite direction, thus creating an electrical charge.

The aura  effect could be due to disturbances in this transmission system and could be from inherited genes.

It is known that the brain itself has no pain receptors, but one part does. It is known as the trigeminal nervous system. The trigeminal nucleus is located in the brain stem and passes signals through the thalamus, up into the sensory cortex, the part of the brain we have conscious awareness.

The cortical speading depression or “brainstorm” described above, sends signals down to the trigeminal nucleus, through the thalamus into the sensory cortex, thus the pain suffered by migraine sufferers.

The chemicals involved in this transmission are believed to include ions, glutamate and nitric oxide.

Other investigations reveal activity in the brain stem region, the locus coeeuleus, raphe nucleus and the periaqueductal gray, could cause the transmission of pain to the sensory cortex. Also the regions of the limbic and paralimbic cortices can transmit signals resulting in the pain. The later region of the brain regulating mood, arousal and attention, the former, being stimulated by light, smell and sounds.

This new understanding of the workings of the brain durring a migraine attack, is helping the development of new drugs and treatments, which will inhibit the cortical speading depression, the firing if the trigeminal nervous system, and the action of neurotransmitters, and that migraine does exist.

I hope that I have been able to impart some understanding of migraine to you, and that I was not far from the mark in my own observations, that it is a biological process, that is beginning to be understood.

See previous articles.
            The start of my migraines. 
            My migraines get worse as I search for a cure. 
            Further knowledge on Migraines

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My migraines get worse as I search for a cure.

Over the next few years, the migraines became worse. I started getting them nearly every week on a Thursday, but what caused them? Why every Thursday?

I checked what I consumed, the food, drinks. I had nothing different on a Thursday than any other day. The only difference was that we had a double history class at the college I was attending, The Staffordshire College of Commerce in Wednesbury. I did not like the teacher, there was something wrong with him, I am sure.

I had been sent to have my eyes checked and prescribed glasses. These were later proved to be totally useless, as the optician put it, my eyes had 20/20 vision and the glasses I had been given were as good as bottle tops.

I had been sent to have a scull x-ray to see if I had brain damage. Nothing.

I had been sent to have an electroencephalogram (EEG) on my brain, which only sent the needles off the chart as I nashed my teeth together.

I was sent to migraine clinics. They found nothing.

I just had to get on with it and suffer.

Was it something psychological? I took myself off to a psychiatrist privately. He just talked to me, but made me realise certain things about the human way of thinking or seeing the world and people living in it. No pills, just talk.

My cousin Avryl, took me to a Spiritualist Church, and I had experiences which were very strange. You will have to attend my courses (www.nlpnow.net) to learn about these from my metaphors or stories I tell. But the strange thing was my migraines abated, they became less.

From the beginning I was given pills by my doctor to take when I was about to have an attack, but they did little to help. Stemetil, an anti nausea drug, and Amytal or Amobarbital, a barbiturate that is used for the treatment of insomnia (difficulty in sleeping) and as a sedative to relieve the symptoms of anxiety or tension.

I knew when I was going to get one as my vision started to go strange what is know as aura. I would miss part of my vision, perhaps looking at a persons face, I would see one eye and not the other, I had blind spots. That was the signal to get home quickly. Other sufferers have flashing lights and other vision defects.

There was nothing I could do but get to bed, with a bucket, and let the attack, the process, work itself through, until I vomited, at which time I would sleep for a few hours.

Upon awakening, I would be washed out, as if I had just got over the flu, but for some reason, I had a desire for a bacon sandwich, on soft white bread.

I have heard people say “Oh I have a migraine“, when all they have is a headache. There are many signs for migraine which will show more symptoms than a headache

A migraine is a severe headache that often has a number of associated symptoms, such as nausea, increased sensitivity, and visual problems.

On a couple of occasions when people have observed me having an attack, like when I was not allowed to go home from work as they did not believe me, soon realise how people can suffer.

It was after a number of years that the attacks started to become less frequent, so much so that they virtually disappeared, having perhaps one a year.

It is known that migraines occur mostly in the age range of 15 and 55, and of those sufferers, two-thirds are women, and may decease with age.

Whilst talking to a fellow NLP Trainer who is also a qualified chiropractor, I started a migraine, and I realised that for me that I had not been drinking enough water, was that a possible cause of migraine, dehydration. I drank lots of water, and the symptoms were eased. Perhaps there is a chemical imbalance in the body that is caused by dehydration?

My Chiropractor friend also helped by placing pressure in the small valley just above the left knee, which caused a sharp pain.

My NLP and hypnosis training, helped me visualise complete relaxation and to be pain free.

But my worse attack in recent years occurred whilst I was in hospital having an investigation for my angiogram. On this procedure the blood was thinned and other chemicals were placed in the blood stream, allowing the doctors to observe the blood vessels of the heart. Was it tension, worry, or the chemicals? I do not know, but the effect of the resulting migraine frightened me.

I took a tablet prescribed to relieve the migraine, (a Triptan), and went to bed, trying to sleep. To distract my mind I listened to an F1 racing broadcast on the radio, and as I listened, I knew they were talking about Ferrari, but what was a Ferrari? I knew it was red but in one mind I could see it, yet in another mind it was not there.

They were talking about David Coultard, but who was he? I knew I knew, but somehow did not know, and could not access the information, although I knew I knew.

Was I having a stroke or was it just my brain playing tricks due to all the chemicals swimming about in my body?

Thankfully, I have not had a stroke.

Lesson. Do not mix medications.

So, what is and causes migraines?

I was convinced from my own attacks it was caused by increased blood pressure, and imbalance of the body’s chemicals.

This has been the view also of the medical world.

Other causes can be:-

    Stress. Tension. Major drop in estrogen. Alcohol. Monosodium glutamate. Chocolate. Coffee.
    Skipping meals or fasting. Bright lights and sun glare. Smells. Too much sleep. Missing sleep.
    Exercise. Weather. Medications.

Previous article.    The start of my migraines.
Next article.         Migraine, an understanding, a cure 

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The start of my migraines.

I had been swimming with a friend, Ronald Rose, to the Walsall swimming baths one Saturday. I must have been about fifteen years old. We were on the number 5 bus going home towards Sankeys Corner, Chase Terrace, when I started to loose certain parts of my vision, I was getting blind spots, auras.

Once off the bus, I started to feel very strange, detached from the real world, my depth of field was not correct, when I went to touch something, I missed it, the item was further away.

I started to get “pins and needles” or tingling sensations in my hands, my tongue, spreading around my whole body.

I got to my Uncle Jack’s house, and I slumped down in his back yard. Poor man he did not know what to do.

What was happening to me?

My father was sent for, as I was now complaining of severe pains in my head, I wanted to pull one of my eyes out, as it seemed someone was stabbing me with daggers.

My father arrived in a big dirty coal lorry, ready to make its’ next delivery, and I was loaded aboard to be taken home, my colour gray turning to green, and the doctor called.

By this time I had emptied my insides, evacuating top and bottom, and all I wanted to do was to sleep, but still in great pain, especially the eyes.

The doctor made many tests as friends and relatives gathered to see what was happening to me, to offer support to my mother and father.

Thankfully, it was nothing more than migraine, a disease that strikes millions of people around the world (300 million, Scientific American, August 2008).

The whole incident lasted a few hours, and the effects of feeling as if I had just gotten over the flu, drained, weak, lifeless, lasted about a day.

I was the start of the time in my life which led to me having a migraine? attack nearly every week, on a Thursday. A period which was to last a number of years, but was to cease, to only a very infrequent attack.

But what causes migraines? Have they found the answers to migraines?

Follow story.

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My glasses are better

After a couple of days, my eyes are getting used to the glasses I recently purchased from SpecSavers in Kingston upon Thames,

Sometimes it takes time, a long time to adjust to new ideas, new environments, new glasses. Sometimes it takes a short time to accept changes.

It could be culture. It could be beliefs (see Culture. It can change.). It could be the way we do things, strategies.

Some people say it will take 21 days for change to happen, or transformation to occur, for a new habit to take place.

I personally believe, change can take place in the blink of an eye, if the person wishes the change or transformation to take place.

The change can happen quickly if the incident of change is strong enough emotionally, or there is a willingness.

The change can take place if the person is willing to practice, to teach the whole body, the mind the muscle sets the new way of doing. In my case with the glasses, to adjust the focusing of the eyes, how to place items in front of me to see them, and how the lens of the new glasses differ from the old set.

We can all change if we are willing to let go of the past, and willing to give new ideas, concepts and ways of doing things a go.

I am now ready to see the world in a new way, refocusing, a new outlook.

Watch-out people of Verona in Italy, I will be with you this Saturday and Sunday, to train you in the NLP Master Practitioner course.

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New glasses

This morning my telephone rang, and I was told my new glasses are ready to collect.

Now that was fast. In less than a week, not bad SpecSavers.

My previous rant on SpecSavers, Say what you mean advertising. – SpecSavers (click to view) did not mention delivery time, from having the eyes tested, measured and new glasses ordered as I am not in a rush to get them, I have my old second pair which are fine.

I now need glasses to read, well at 95 (joke) what can I expect. I need a little correction for distance, nothing drastic. I am happy to do without my glasses if I can most of the time, say when walking the streets, observing the country, and not reading.

But I am lazy, so I keep the the glasses on, as they are varifocal, that means the top half of the lens is for long distance and the bottom is for reading, and the lens gradually changes its’ focus from top to bottom, I can see well whilst wearing them in most situations.

I went and had the glasses fitted, and all fine in SpecSavers shop, but wearing them outside in the streets of Kingston upon Thames, I felt quite peculiar. Writing this blog is very strange. Watching TV, no I had better read a book instead.

My eyes are hurting and my head is spinning.

I am told that it takes some time to get used to new glasses, so I will persevere.