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THE VERDICT

"Nearly HALF of all people in the US (and many around the world) will face a cancer diagnosis in their lifetime."

50% of the population has a death wish? Why? Can that wish be stronger than the will to live? Where does that deadly wish- generally manifested through a severe illness- come from? Is it possible that for some life is so complex that waiting until the end is too difficult? I can't succeed, I can't compete. I can't breathe. No way out. Can the mind, made out of an unidentified immaterial substance, having heard you loud and clear, orders the deadly outcome on your behalf? Is the mind that powerful? How can an immaterial mind be connected to a material body and create a fatal illness? It has to be the work of a subconscious mind responding to our wish to end it? We are not privy to the intricate partnership between our interdependent conscious and subconscious minds, but once the order has been fulfilled, what follows is, more often than not, the fatal cancer diagnosis. The "death wish" has now materialized. You are ill. Seriously ill. And as soon as the oncologist unveils his scary diagnosis your next wish is to reverse it. You suddenly want to live, and you hang on to life with all your might. So, as it is said

"Be careful what you wish for, consciously or unconsciously, because your thoughts (the mind’s energy) do not fall on deaf ears, and any wish of yours might just come true."

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The verdict you never want to hear

“Most genes contain the information needed to make functional molecules called proteins.

The journey from gene to protein is complex and tightly controlled within each cell. It consists of two major steps: transcription and translation. Together, transcription and translation are known as gene expression”.

Our complex DNA defines who we are biologically, however our program- the one acquired through observation from birth till age 7- will be clearly imprinted in our subconscious. It will later control and influence who we become as human beings. 

Just like genes, human expression and human emotions, also need to be transcribed and translated. Unable to cry, or expressing joy, resentment, love or anger, forces us to live a stifled life. Living such a life affects our ability to breathe as we should. Slowly but surely it produces enough doubts, enough fear, to make us vulnerable to lack of ease also known as, “dis-ease.”  Hypothetically, the disease we choose to end this kind of limited life, depends on how strongly our subconscious mind responds to our desire to end it. If we are sufficiently resolute, cancer will appear. If we have shown any particular physical sensitivity, that is where it will locate itself. Investigate quickly why you have difficulties expressing yourself and reverse the process just as quickly. Engaging in that vital type of transcription will often reveal how controlling the program you acquired as a child is. Time to disengage from it and craft a new one of your own choosing. It will diminish the stress and allow you to breathe as you should. Self-hypnosis is one of the best tools to reprogram. “I will be able to express myself”. Saying it daily twenty times when you wake up is a very good first step.  

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One look in the mirror reflecting a premature wrinkle and you panic! Dial 912 Botox urgently. Last resort: the dreaded call to the famous Dr New-Face! (King-Tut of plastic-fiction!). Cocktail parties are a bore, so your best friend becomes a suave Italian named Pinot Grigio! The New York woman between thirty and fifty is an anxious and often lonely woman who still wants to be looked at, desired, and relevant (except her daughter is trailing). She still cares about style, wants to have fun, but doubts creep up, confidence is fading, but she is still, oh yes, sexxxxxy!

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THE NEW YORK WOMAN.

                                                                 by

                                                   Richard Temtchine

You live in New York, lucky you! You are single (lucky you again!). Married? (Oh God!).  Divorced, (oops!). In a relationship (good luck!) or just dating (OMG!).

You are 28 and damn sexy but freaking out because the big 30 is approaching fast.

You are 37, watch out, the scary 40 is sniffing around! Don’t fret you’re still sexy. How in the world did You get to be 48? (Were you not Vegan?). You are 60 but you still own your unmistakable feminine power at any age, assuming you know how to access it and use it. Feminine power forces you to stay cognizant of who you are as a woman, and to-no matter what you go through- never diminish yourself.

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                                                        THE NEW YORK WOMAN.

                                                                 by

                                                   Richard Temtchine

You live in New York, lucky you. You are single (lucky you again!), married? (Oh God!).  Divorced, (oops!). In a relationship (good luck!) or just dating (OMG!).

You are 28 and damn sexy but freaking out because the big 30 is approaching fast.

You are 37, watch out, the scary 40 is sniffing around! Don’t fret you’re still sexy. How in the world did You get to be 48? (Were you not Vegan?). You are 60 but you still own your unmistakable feminine power at any age, assuming you know how to access it and use it. Feminine power forces you to stay cognizant of who you are as a woman,  and to-no matter what you go through- never diminish yourself.

One look in the mirror reflecting a premature wrinkle and you panic! Dial 912 Botox urgently. Last resort: the dreaded call to the famous Dr New-Face! (King-Tut of plastic-fiction!). Cocktail parties are a bore, so your best friend becomes a suave Italian named Pinot Grigio! The New York woman between thirty and fifty is an anxious and often lonely woman who still wants to be looked at, desired, and relevant (except her daughter is trailing). She still cares about style, wants to have fun, but doubts creep up, confidence fades, but she is still, oh yes, sexxxxxy!

 If it sounds like a not so pretty depiction of some of the best-looking N.Y women today it’s because it’s, “The truth and nothing but the truth so help me Jimmy Choo”. There are more lonely sexy women and shoes stores in New York City than anywhere else in the world. More lonely women asking, “Where are the men” (they are happy and gay!) and strangely enough N.Y men asking:” Where are the women”?

You are unique (so is everybody!) and feeling a mounting desire to recapture the years that have gone by and the confidence that went with it (where did it all go?) How will you go about it? (Tweet?). What are your options? (Few). Is your life exciting (C’ mon, tell the truth)? You need a spiritual lift, a new look, a new mindset and possibly a new heart coz the old one isn’t loved or loving. You need to let go of the familiar and embrace the un-familiar but please leave your fears at the door. You don’t have to fly to Paris, I too live in N.Y, and I am sexy, French, (a blessing, a curse?) trained as a Stylist/ Psycho-analyst (by default) in Paris by the best in the world.

” Womanhood must be owned not performed” (Cool!). Too often women confuse womanhood with performance. To access your womanhood call someone who comes from a different culture. (Moi!).  I will undertake the challenge with you.

As a Stylist who has spent years listening, talking, counseling women in Paris, London, Rome, New York, I have the experience required to bring new thoughts

to the woman who is not interested in emulating celebrities, but who wants to seriously rediscover her sensuality, her sexuality, her beauty, her power, and herself. Now is the time. If not now when?

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seduction

Case study.

In order for me to engage with a woman I do not know, have never met, a perfect stranger, she must convey something to me by the way of looks, her eyes, her body, her smile, and her general appearance. Being aesthetically pleasing, seemingly sexual, sensual, or just some sort of something that cannot be defined right away, renders her mysterious, and that produces the desired effect.

If I am instantly affected by a woman's presence when she walks into a room, any room, all I can do is focus on her. Her presence won’ t let go of me. I then let myself be seduced by the idea that this woman will be mine, although at this stage it is just pure fantasy, it produces excitement. If I am sitting with other people, let’s say in a restaurant, I no longer ear what they are saying. My mind and I are entirely taken by the presence of this woman. I want to get to know her and get close to her. It is out of the question that this attractive woman will walk away without me introducing myself to her. It does not matter if she is sitting with one, two or five men, I will at some point walk over to her. The first thing is making eye contact without arousing suspicion. If you look at someone, anyone, repeatedly, at some point they too will glance at you. When it happens, the connection has been ignited. And folks, she glanced at me! She did ! I respond with a half-smile. A strategy sets up in my psyche. No questions asked, no need for answers, this hunter is on the hunt. At that moment, thinking that I have what it takes to win this woman over, I have no idea that I am the one on the verge of being seduced.

 She spent much of her time and money to make herself look as desirable as possible and boy, did she succeeded! She wears a pink short summer dress, with a generous cleavage that allows for imagination to take over. Her hair is short and it is clear that she is not a real blonde. She looks trendy, late twenties, early thirties with killer legs. From the table she is sitting at she glances at me again. It was brief but I caught it. She is now aware that she has my attention. Sometimes letting her know that you are interested is all it takes to seduce a woman. All women love attention and they will take it from wherever they can get it.

The game is on. Playing any game you must enter it fully confident that you understand the rules; that you have a good chance to win because you know you are a good player. But beware, she might be one too.  Being a woman, she is naturally curious, curious to find out who is this man who is sending her clear seduction signals. The fishing line is in the water. The fish is circling around the bait and that fish will soon to be caught. It will happen as soon as she gets up and heads for the bathroom. She wipes her lips with a napkin. She gets up heading for the staircase leading to the lady’s room. My turn to climb down those same steps. At this point I have no idea what I will say to her when we meet but I do not worry about it. Fear is not part of the game. Whatever she inspires in me will dictate what I will say. If her response sounds like I’m wasting my time, if she is not a good player, I will sense it quickly and what I will say to her will be so lame that it will be over before it begins. However I don’ t think it will be the case. She seems to know exactly what she is doing and I know she’s done it before. Coming out of the men’s room I notice that the door of the ladies’ s room is opening. She looks at me and smiles. I smile back.

To be continued.....

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The obliteration of American politics

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STAGES

Ooops! I forgot everything. Not really born yet and already forgetful!

Need to tell you what a joy it was being inside. No complain, I was well fed. The sensation of floating freely in that space was totally unique , so unique in fact that I would never feel it again later. The school had opened its doors and the first lesson was to recognize sounds and sudden changes of humor. Since I was connected to another human being everything that human being felt, I felt too. What were they? When she was angry it registered, whenever she had any kind emotions, unbeknown to her, I felt them all. We were attached and would be for a long time. Not too many activities in that confined space but the realization that whether you were up or down did not matter as long as you could float without gravity. I was not bored but things had to change. I had been in for many months the time was coming to see what it was like outside. So i got in the right position and seeing the light at the end of this tunnel I headed this way. The person who was helping me see that light was lying down in the back of a wooden truck delivering a child by herself since there was no one who could help. It took place in the mountains of France while the country was occupied by the Germans. The wooden truck was being used as an ambulance. It had to stop to put some coal in the motor because at that time (1943) most cars ran on coal. Gas was reserved for German vehicles.

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STAGES

Actually I had known anxiety before, but it wasn't mine. It belonged to my mother who at time was going through a real life crisis. I knew her voice, her kindness, and her anger whenever she expressed it. I knew my father's voice as well, and his anger. I recognized it easily because it was a deeper voice than my mother's and a more threatening one. I also recognized various noises, but above all I perceived all feelings without knowing what they were. I started this initial stage as an idea. Then the idea took shape and was confirmed. I grew without gravity for a full nine months not really caring which way was up. What a memory. What a great time! I would never again know such felicity. But as I said the time had come to discover, and even though I was totally unprepared for the next stage, I felt myself sliding down toward a small opening, hoping that if need be, it would become wider at the right time. The process had began. I was pulled gently toward the light at first, and then pulled with greater determination . All I remember, but I remember it well, is that it was painful, very painful indeed. The opening was getting wider but still not wide enough to accommodate what my body had become. And yet none of that mattered. Although I did not want to , I had to get out. A strong pull, another one, and another, and simultaneously the opening was getting wider but just barely.That did not stop the process. My head felt suddenly cold, a brutal cold I had never known inside. A cold so intense that it forced me to scream, but I could not. The rest of the body followed. I was out. I did not cry. I did not. My butt was slapped repeatedly and still no sound came out of me. None. Doctors were concerned.

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Stages

TI knew that the opening would be too small. How in the world would my head fit. It was only the last couple of months that I thought of it as potentially problematic. Yet I had no choice because time was coming,Time always come no matter where or who you are. As I recall, it was then that I discovered something I had not experienced these last few all months. It was a new feeling.  They called it: Anxiety. Yes , that’s it. I was anxious and I was not the only one. I was breathing anxiety, they were breathing anxiety, and the big moment was getting closer and closer.

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LOVE

What is it? Where is it ? Do we need it? Can we do without it?What does it do? Who has it? Is it for sale? Where do we buy it? Can it be given as a gift? I had a friend who had it, lost it, had it again. and lost it again. Obviously if you have it you must hang on to it. But how do you get it? Can you get it standing up or do you need to fall to have it? It’s talk about a lot isn’t it? I had it once , but I too lost it.Where did it go? Why did it go? Will it ever return? When I had it I felt it. When I lost it I felt it too. I’ m waiting for it. What time is it? She said” I love you.” I said ” I love you too”.. Words. Nice words, but just words. Loving is hard. Not loving is hard. Lovers are blessed. Blessings are love. Who blesses? What do blessings do? I was blessed once, maybe twice. Bliss is not blessed. Bliss is me, bliss is you, Bliss is you and me. Love is bliss.. Love is love. Life is love. I am, you are , we are. You and me pour la vie.   

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SHOULD OR SHOULD NOT?

om the time we are born to the time I am writing this and you are reading it, all we have learned from all those wise people who have taught us (parents, educators, friends, Gurus, Philosophers, Teachers, and even situations) is :” You should do that, or you should not do that.” Should and should not are words  ingrained in our psyche; so much so that most of the time we end up being hesitant even if and when we should not be. “Should or should not” is our program. We are wired to respond one way or the other. Have we ever from the time we are born been able to make up our own mind? Or are we consistently subject to the “ Lessons” we have been taught? In other words , is our complex mind able to make up it’s own self, or is it unable to, and unaware of it. Do we go through life thinking, knowing, believing, what we have been told to think, know and believe? Did we ever attained the freedom to make up our own mind or will we go through an entire life unaware and simply responding in the way we have been told to respond. Interesting question to ask oneself. Am I really thinking or am I thinking what others have told me to think?  Are we free thinkers, or thinkers whose ability to think for ourselves has been taken away from us as soon as we were born? Are we here and even there, simply responding to a program?

Richard

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How To Seduce Difficult Women turned 8 today! Seduction like charity begins at home. Seduction does not start a 6pm when you leave the office, it begins at 6 a.m when you wake up and you look at yourself in the mirror. Would you date you?

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A Galactical thought

LET US NOW open the big book and look at a map of OUR Galaxy.  

Find our beloved planet Earth. There she is, just a tiny speck in the big UNIVERSE; a tiny speck and yet as of 2016, 7, 442 billion human beings live and breathe on it. SOME amazing planet!

AND THAT PLANET IS THE ONLY ONE SO FAR, WHICH CAN SUSTAIN LIFE.

Not unlike our beloved planet, you too are just a speck, a tiny, tiny, tiny speck, IN FACT JUST  A PARTICULE  who, with no idea of what kind of speck you are, will, throughout your life, pursue the course of wanting to become a bigger speck. But tiny or not, big or not, you are still and will continue to be just a speck. Nothing wrong with specks, some have a very good time, some are sexy specks, except that when you think about it, the little mysterious  speck you are, is about to go through a lot of trials and tribulations in order to experience Life.

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Mystery

THE UNIVERSE IS A MYSTERY. Life and death are mysteries, God is a mystery, and everything you are is a mystery. Everything around you is mysterious. All experiences and manifestations are shredded in mystery. No matter how many scientists we have on the planet nothing WILL EVER BE FULLY explained.  

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Creation is waiting

Whenever you wake up from a dream you created it, in the non-dreaming state it’s the same, everything is created by you. You are the creator of your life, your thoughts, and your feelings. . You are the dancer and the dance..

You are living inside a mystery novel in which you are the central character….

YOU ARE WRITING THE NOVEL.  YOU ARE the author of your life. YOU ARE THE ONE creating drama, comedy, poetry, mystery, and or all of the above.