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Hello everyone. I've been suffering from diabetes for 26 years now. I have started to take control of my diabetes so late... And as a result, I have developed some conditions like polyneuropathy and retinopathy. Another thing that has happened to me is transverse myelitis. Although the TM symptoms were very light and I recovered most of my lost sensory and motor functions back, it seems to be relapsing. I had some neuropathic pain in my fingers, feet, eyes and penis the other day. Also, my walking became wobbly again like at the onset of transverse myelitis. I don't know if it's just my imagination but my vision also seems to have gotten worse. I am seeing my neurologist tomorrow and then my eye doctor later.

In the meantime, can I request some help? What can I do to get better? Thank you in advance.

Can I receive your healing energy? Thank you.

Hello. I've been suffering from diabetes for about 24 years now. Due to bad control of the disease during its first few years and the period (20+ years) I've had it, the complication of diabetic retinopathy arose within my eyes. I'm seeing my ophthalmologist regularly, but I want to do something more to reverse its harmful effect on my eyes.

Long story short, I'm not content with my poor eyesight and want to improve it through meditation, yoga, mindfulness etc. I've been considering something radical like kundalini yoga, but I haven't been able to find anything about whether it helps with eyesight.

Any help is much appreciated.

This sounds both beautiful and useful at the same time. Thank you for sharing this with us, I'll give it a try the next time I sit for meditation.

Thank you for the reply! I'll try it starting tonight.

Hello,

I've been grinding my teeth (known as bruxism in the scientific community) for some time now. I know it's totally about the negative thoughts I've loaded into my subconscious at a very bad time in my life. Now those times are gone, but the bruxism remains. What are the ways I can tell my subconscious to stop sending "grind your teeth!" signals when I'm asleep?

Thank you in advance for your kind answers.

Hello, I don't want to seem like an advertiser of it (I have already mentioned it a couple of times), but this really works. Try zapper, since it is likely that your illness is caused by a parasite. I know, your doctor will probably not agree, but then he was conditioned to believe in only what he was taught. All I can ask you is to be open-minded.

One of the links about zapper:
http://www.drclark.net/products-devices-a-techniques/zapper-basics/zapping

And I will just now try to send you some energy. It would be cool if you wrote if you felt something.

Hello! Thank you for your reply. I read about zappers and their effects long ago, but I don't know where to buy them/how to build them on my own. Any ideas?

Ok, I don't think I can help with health advice for type 1.  Type 2 I'd suggest a change of diet.
As for your request... just muster up as much good Intention as you can towards healing.  Mix that with good Intention sent to you from others. 
I, for one, will send whatever energy I can. 

Good luck!

Thank you, Xanth! Much appreciate it.

I don't mean to pry, but... type 1 or type 2?

Type 1. 

Hello! I've had a lot of problems with my eyes lately because of diabetes. They had to use laser on it and I also had injection. Now there's a bleeding in my right eye and cataracts. Also, I have difficulty seeing in the dark and reading print. Can anyone help me?

I'm an officer at a ministry. I basically prepare country files for the minister before he goes abroad.

Interesting. I've seen a Japanese doctor make experiments on water. He would say negative things to one glass of water and positive ones to another, which he then put into a refrigerator. After having them both frozen, the one exposed to negative remarks was crystalized and deformed, whereas the one exposed to positive remarks was püre and very clean-looking. I may have to read upon the subject a bit more, since it really does intrigue me.

As a linguist, all those etymologies intrgiue me, dreamingod. Thank you!

Hello everyone,

Some of you may remember my post asking about using the LoA in attracting a dream job here: http://www.astralpulse.com/forums/welcome_to_quantum_physics/the_loa_in_attracting_a_dream_job-t33487.0.html

Now, what I'm going to write might seem unrelated at first, but it isn't. So, please bear with me till the end. Thank you in advance.

So, my story starts with me seeing this job vacancy and applying for it. It's so difficult to find a job nowadays in my country that (especially at my age: 21) getting that job seemed like a "dream" to me at first. Then, I posted the aforementioned post and, as suggested by you very dear AP members, put my imagination into good use and imagined a dream I replayed again and again in my mind every night. Before I go on with the details of my dream, I'm gay and being one is considered like one of the greatest sins in my country. Unlike many gay people in my country, though, I've never regarded sexuality as being more important than emotional attachment towards the one you love. For this reason, and perhaps because I'm not so good-looking, which is what matters most to many people in that community, I just had one gay relationship and it ended because I realized he wasn't really any different than the rest of them with regard to what he was looking for in others. Anyway, my dream before the interview week wasn't actually any different than my lifetime wish, except for a few details that highlighted the "job" aspect more than the "relationship" one: In the dream, I get accepted to the job and I have this middle-aged man who is like my direct supervisor (or more like a guide that trains you until you "learn" the job) and who is very understanding, diligent, caring, dependable, responsible, clever, loved a great deal by his colleagues, but feels lonely inside. As he helps me on my way to becoming the qualified person that does his job right, I get to know him better and finally end up as his closest and best friend. So close that one day when he feels very sick, I take him to his place and attend to him there, preparing him soup, bringing him whatever he wants, telling jokes to make him feel better and whatnot. At the end of the dream, he doesn't let me go home and I get in and stay in the bed the whole night to keep him warm as he sleeps.

That was the dream I played like a movie in my mind repeatedly that I believe was the biggest reason why I got recruited, because there were 4 people before me in the interview list, which meant they had advantage over me because they had higher grades than me in the national exam.

Probably two weeks after I started my work, I noticed this tall, very handsome, middle-aged in the bus taking the personnel to work. He's such a quiet man, most of the time talking only if he's talked to first. He starts intriguing me... One day, I see him walking not very far before me with a colleague and I learn his name there. Not only is it the first time I hear that name because it's very rare, but it is also the most meaningful and beautiful name I have ever heard. I find myself thinking of this man as days go by. "Why does he look so alone?", "Is he married?", "At which department does he work?", "Why is it that he's so silent?" and so on... Then, one day, while waiting in the bus to go home, I find myself wishing for him to sit by me in the bus that day. You guessed it right, he gets on the bus slowly, walks towards me and sits by me. I get excited by his existence and firm stance. I then initiate a conversation that ends with him telling me that he thinks of retiring 6 or 7 months later and me asking if he has any plans after getting retired. His reply is what makes me believe that I should be doing something to make his life... "complete", I think is the word: "No. Maybe I'll get a garden and spend time with it."

Then, I decide to write him a letter from an unknown sender. In the letter, I talk about his fingers, which I could only had a glimpse of at the time but which made think of them 24/7, his hair, which I would always look at from his back on the bus and think of the mountain breeze moving calmly in the air, his perfect personality, which showed itself when he did everything to help me when I asked him about something, his gentle soul, which rested like a brave-yet-tired lion in his body, his heart, which glittered more strongly than billions of pieces of gold and his name, which was equal to the idea of pure good defeating overwhelming evil in the world. I kept sending these letters, because I thought even if he didn't know who was sending them, hearing good things about himself from another person would make him feel good. Meanwhile, they separated our bus. He was now going home in another bus. At first I felt very sad about this, but used it to my advantage later on. One day, I waited in front of his department right before he left for the bus. On the road to the buses, I told him how bad it made me feel that we weren't taking the same bus home now, that no one in that new bus would talk to me like he did. He asked the bus driver if their bus would pass by where I live. The answer was positive, so I could take the same bus with him again, this time with more to look forward to in terms of things to speak with him. Then, all of a sudden, a friend of his appeared and during their conversation, I learned that he was not married. On the bus, we talked about many things. Besides, he wasn't his usual silent self, he was asking lots of questions about me and telling a lot about himself! I asked him if I could take off at the same place as him. He said it would be tiring for me to walk all the way up to my place from where he takes off, but seeing as how persistent I was, he accepted and we started walking. He took his mobile phone out of his pocket and I asked him if I could get his number. He gave it. That was too much happiness for me for one day! He asked me if I enjoyed wandering around. I said yes and asked him the same question. He said yes. I asked if he did it on his own or with someone else. He said he did it alone. I asked if he did that because he preferred it or because he "had to" do so. He said both. Then I asked if we could walk together, to which he replied with a "maybe". He was 46 years old. I knew the year in which he was born and I asked him to tell me his exact birth date. He didn't tell me. He said everytime I celebrated his birthday, it would make him feel older. Right before separating our ways, I told him I loved him a lot. He, towering at me, smiled and asked me why and told me that we didn't talk so much as to be loving one another that much. I said "We don't have to. You're such a "fatherly" person." He said "I liked you, too. Don't forget, one who looks with love, sees love!" and then we both went our own ways.

During all these days, I learned where his apartment was and kept going there after work with the hopes of seeing him. He had told me that he lived with his mother, older sister and younger brother. Every evening I went there, I would visualize a blue sphere shield sometimes protecting and ensuring the well-being of the whole apartment, sometimes the whole family, but always him! My love towards him was indescribable. Every night before going to sleep, I would dream of us on a pathway walking together at night under the sky full of shining stars. We were silent. I wanted that view to be a reflection of his tranquil character. Being next to him would make me feel so, so serene and at peace, both in reality and in my dreams. I had a feeling he wasn't gay. No, I was sure he wasn't gay. But what I wanted from him wasn't something only two gay people could do. Of course, I would have liked to kiss him, but if that was not to be, then just listening to his problems and attending to him in every way possible would make do.

Once, when I went to his room and told him how precious he was for me as a person, he said that he didn't understand why I felt so attached to him, that he didn't think he was such a good person to be cared so much about and that people were "transitory", so the best thing I could do was to improve myself spiritually. Then, I said I would tell him why I felt so attached to him if I could take off at his stop again so we walk together. (They took away the two small buses and gave us back a big one again, by the way, so that meant we took the same bus again.) He accepted. He was smiling all the while saying all these things to me, doing his best not to hurt my feelings. I told him everything along the way. I told him about how I had a recurring dream before getting recruited and that the man in that dream was him and that he and his love was the reason why I got recruited. I told him how sorry I felt when he said he had no plans for the future. I told him I wanted to do something to "enliven" his life. I told him I saw the look at his face when he smiled at somebody else's child. And finally, I told him I wanted to be like father and son and that I wanted to make him feel what it feels like to be a father. My whole body was trying to shut me up during this time. My tongue felt so dry, my arms shook and my brain just didn't want to work. He had the power and the authority to lay me off and if he understood I was gay, he might never talk to me again, but every step I had taken towards him had made a bit braver than the previous step, so it was the time for me to say everything. He was saying anything while I was talking. He was just listening silently. It was only when I told him that I listened to my heart and didn't care what people might say about me that he smiled. After I was through with my speech, he, much to my surprise, firmly said it was out of the question for us to be like father and son, but that we could of course be normal friends. He said he didn't like such "extreme" feelings and that it would hurt both him and me. He said I should focus on getting promoted in the company and that that should be my number one priority. I said I didn't care about that at all, but he didn't listen.

That night was one of the toughest nights I had in my whole life. The man who I perceived as lonely, who I sent many letters to, whose neighborhood I frequented in the evening, who I thought would embrace the idea of having someone love him as much as his own son would do and the man who I worshipped said we couldn't be like father and son. I had thought he didn't get married because no one showed him the love he deserved, but my pure love could pierce through his armor. I expected a phone call from him saying he was sorry and that he reconsidered. He never called. It was always me fighting for him. I thought to myself: "If he didn't get married until this time, that means no one fought hard enough to gain his love. I came this far, I can't give up now!" I just had to work harder to get a deeper place in his heart, because I knew he didn't dislike me. I never had any negative feelings or thoughts about him. All that came to my mind and heart was purity, innocence and serenity when I saw or thought about him.

Next morning, he was reading a newspaper and neither replied to me, nor cared to look at me when I said "Good morning!", smiling at him and passing through the corridor of the bus to find an empty seat. I felt like I died back there. It was just my body carrying out its duty to sit at a seat, but my soul left this world that morning. Why was he doing this to me? Wasn't he the one who said "One who looks with love, sees love"? I didn't ask him to engage in any sexual activity with me. I just wanted to be like father and son with him, genuinely. I wanted to sit in front of a lake and fish with him. I wanted to ride a bicycle with him. I just wanted to spend some time with him. I just wanted to listen to his problems and find solutions to them. How could such things "hurt" anyone, as he put it? How could all those beautiful and juvenile dreams fall before the fists of reality? Where did I go wrong?

I saw him in the dining room the same day. He smiled at me there like he never did before. I smiled back. I was confused. I didn't know if it was me painstakingly thinking about evreything or him not making up his mind. It had to be the former, because he was just perfect at everything, at life despite him saying otherwise. Some days he simply didn't see me, some days he did. Whatever the case, he seemed to have no interest whatsoever in getting to know me better unlike that one time when he was asking me a lot of personal questions and telling me a lot about himself in the bus. One day, I felt like what I was doing was in vain. He was laughing joyfully to the son of one of his friends who I didn't like at all. He never did the same with me. I was jealous. I felt I was disturbing him. So, I decided to stop caring. It only lasted two days. I went to his room today, even if it meant disturbing him, and decided to observe his behavior as we spoke. He clearly wasn't hostile towards me. On the contrary, he was so friendly, I almost told him he was an angel. On second thought, that might have been a very appropriate thing to say. I asked if I could take off at his stop again so we could talk. He said he didn't know when he would leave work and that we would see each other on the bus. Right before the bus, I saw him with his younger brother, so that meant no walking with him. And here I am writing this post.

Now, even when I said to myself that I should try not to care, I always loved him more than anything else in my life. Never for a moment have I ceased to love him! He doesn't deserve to be alone at all. I want to give him the love that he didn't see in 46 years. I know I'm capable of giving out tremendous amounts of love. I know I WANT TO give him the love of a son. Nothing naughty, nothing nasty, nothing sexual, nothing more or less than being like father and son. Just pure, unconditional love. His resignment is in March and I don't want to lose him. All those dreams, all those "attractions" can't be meaningless. I know he deserves to be a father more than many other so-called fathers out there with such a gentle soul. I don't want him to keep his problems inside and get sad because of them. I want him to share them with me so that I could solve them. What I do not know is what I should do from now on. I can sense that he gets disturbed when I insist on doing something with or for him. On the other hand, if I don't do anything, there is no communication between us at all and that drags me down to oblivion. This isn't just me going over-emotional, this is my dreams and reality finally getting closer and I don't want to leave this world without living my dreams.

Please help me. I feel really lost. I don't want to die without making a big, positive change in someone's life and that someone IS him. I fear if I just let him go, he'll live on as if I was never there and I fear no one will love him as much as I do, resulting in a gentle soul's sad disappearance from this world. He does have friends, but he still seems to prefer loneliness. I've finally found the meaning of my life and existence (to save this soul and in doing so, save my own soul) and I don't know what to do. I just don't know how I should progress...

P.S.: Sorry if there are parts where my English doesn't make sense. It's not my native language.

So what happened? How did it go down? Can't leave it at "I'm in"!! Sheesh!

I've been doing my job for about a month now and am so happy with everything about it! The people there are all so friendly and warm not only towards me, but also among themselves, my room has such an intellectual feel to it brought about by the myriad of books and magazines in it, following the hallway, in which my room is situated, is a great balcony that overlooks a beautifully-decorated park with lots of bird species in it, its pay is decent (it's more than enough for me in fact) and I'm free to do whatever I want most of the time provided that I complete my assignments on time, which is not strict at all. What I wanted more than anything else before getting accepted was good and like-minded colleagues and these three other guys who got accepted alongside me (they got accepted into other departments, so competition among us was out of the question) are just perfect! I also would like to say thank you to everyone here for their continuing support throughout the process!

Thank you so much, guys! I've signed the contract and am going to start on the 9th of this month! Thank you, thank you, thank you!

I... I'm in! :') Thank you everyone and the universe! I'm signing the contract tomorrow. :')

Thank you, guys and gals, for your replies! There is a month before me to get prepared for the interview. I will definitely post the result here.

Before beginning with the reason why I have created this topic, I kindly request that this thread be moved to the correct place in case this isn't it.

I have applied for a job position that I really want to get and today I have seen that I am one of the shortlisted candidates. The total number of people called for the interview is 18 and only 2 are going to be recruited.

Now, I know my responsibilities in the sense that I am supposed to be knowledgeable about the subjects that I am going to be interviewed on and that I have to behave in a certain manner during the interview, about both of which I will do my best.

My question is: Besides these two aspects to the interview, how could I make us of the Law of Attraction so that they recruit me for this position, which is really my dream job. Thank you in advance for your replies.

Hi there everyone,

I believe in the great power of our subconscious mind, but something's been bothering me for some time. Turkish is my native/acquired language and English is my second/learned language. So, my question is: Would a subliminal message written in English be imprinted on my mind when, for example, I'm watching a video with some subliminal messages hidden in it?

What would be the case if I didn't speak English whatsoever and still watched the same video?

Thank you for your responses in advance.

My primary reason for wanting to have an OBE is to get rid of a chronic illness. I'm hopeful I'll achieve my goal very soon! Thank you for sharing this and encouraging people like me.

Why would god make some people homosexual and forbid it? That, I never understood and never will understand.

In response to your attitude about not living without music... Then how could you ever reach enlightenment and attain true spirituality if you can't even sacrifice your addiction to music? There are children starving in Africa and Asia and the rest of the world who don't even have a bite to eat. All they want is some food and water to live then you say you can't live without music? No, that's a lie. You can't live without food and water, the kind that nourishes not only your body but also your soul. You can't live without God.

How do you know I can live without music? Is that written in The Qur'an? Even if I can live without it, there is no way I can escape from hearing some music one way or another. It's really nonsense. Are you a sinner when you are listening to news having a background music on the TV? My intention was to watch the news... Is it a sin when I hear a song being played in a music stroe on the street? I was just passing through. What about drawing pictures? I once heard that this is forbidden in The Qur'an too. If it's a sin, wouldn't it be a bigger sinner when you forbid a disabled person who cannot do anything besides moving his arms? Fine arts should have been the last thing that Islam forbad.

First of all, thank you all for your replies. I was muslim myself until the age of 10 or 11, since I was born into a muslim family. However, I suffered A LOT back then and after a lot of thinking decided I would be better off not hoping for miracles from God, if there was one. I am now an atheist, therefore I question religions, especially Islam, a lot. I personally don't know the answer to all those questions asked in the first post, but what got me really interested is the thing about musical instruments. It's weird IMO. I mean, I really can't live without music and I know many people who can't either. Also, there is the case with "ilahi"s (when I look the word up in a dictionary, it shows "chant", "hymn" and "psalm" as the word's equivalent in English, so I'm not sure.) which are umm songs (?) that praise the religion, God and the Prophet, and they are performed with instruments as well.

May I just ask this: Is it accepted practice in the middle eastern Muslim societies to take children as wife's? Is it allowed in the Qur'an? (By children I mean females younger than 18 years)

I don't know what it says in the Qur'an, but it is not allowed my country (Turkey) whose population consists majorly of muslims. It is an Islamic country in other words, but you have to be at least 18 to be able to get married legally. Then again, there is a thing called "imam espousal" in which you are allowed to get married to a person of any age by permission of an imam. This is practiced in my country as well, especially when men want to marry more than once.

i. The increase of musical instruments, and the Muslims making it lawful even though the Prophet has forbidden them.

Could you elaborate on this please?