As I always am,
Laura Elizabeth
RAMBLINGS OF LAURA ELIZABETH
Monday, December 27, 2010
How I get the ideas for my novels
As I always am,
Laura Elizabeth
Saturday, December 18, 2010
Psychic/Medium; "Laura Elizabeth" Author of "541 Hucklebee Hound": Don't sweat the small stuff
Psychic/Medium; "Laura Elizabeth" Author of "541 Hucklebee Hound": Don't sweat the small stuff: "Everyday people get out of bed, go about their busy days, and throughout the day they find themselves worrying. About w..."
Laura Elizabeth
Laura Elizabeth
Don't sweat the small stuff
Blessings and light
~
Laura Elizabeth
Sunday, December 12, 2010
541 Hucklebee hound
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Laura Elizabeth
Tuesday, November 30, 2010
Messages From Your Angels Radio Show-Special Guest Laura Elizabeth
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Messages From Your Angels Radio Show-Special Guest Laura Elizabeth
I appeared as guest on this radio show. Listen to the podcast
Laura Elizabeth
Messages From Your Angels Radio Show-Special Guest Laura Elizabeth
I appeared as guest on this radio show. Listen to the podcast
Laura Elizabeth
Friday, November 19, 2010
Ask me one question in this post. Use the comment section below this post. I visit this blog 1 time per day, and I will answer it at no charge. If you choose to have the question answered in private please comment on blog in the comment section, and then use use this email; the_purple_room@yahoo.com
Laura Elizabeth
Laura Elizabeth
Thursday, November 18, 2010
Cold Mountain Paranormal Society
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Sunday, September 26, 2010
Psychic/Medium/Author; Laura Elizabeth Presents:
The Purple Room
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Psychic, Medium, Author, Paranormal, Mysteries, Thrillers, Empath, Readings, intuitive, spirits
Saturday, August 28, 2010
I will be appearing on 9/6
http://www.blogtalkradio.com/healingmom/2010/09/06/messages-from-your-angels-radio-show
Laura Elizabeth
Laura Elizabeth
Monday, August 23, 2010
Life
When we are young we mottle through life having fun and taking most everything at face value. Taking everything for granted. As we grow older we start to appreciate things more. We take time to smell the roses, enjoy things that we do, and listen more intently to our hearts. Friends seem to come and go in our lives, with the exceptions of the ones that have have touched our heart. We loose some friends and family to death, and its a total torment for a long time. After a while we start to get used to them being gone, but there will always be days when we hurt as if we lost them yesterday. Our family becomes important to us in ways that we never imagined. We think more about God, the world, our lives, and often wonder what we could have or should have changed. We think of the lost opportunities that past us by, and somehow just can't find peace in knowing we passed them up, but we know they will not come to us again. They call it live and learn, but I am not sure that is fair. It seems it's a punishment for living. There should be no punishment for living. Life should be full of wonderful experiences and happiness. Though that is not reality. We get our hearts broke, our ego's damaged and our passion changed along the way, and its so hard to come out of sometimes. If everyday you can just find the time to smile and remember God is on our side, it is a good day!
Laura Elizabeth
Saturday, August 7, 2010
Today 8/7 on CBS Radio/THE SKY/KOZMICKIDS 5p.m. ET
Me as guest of Jade and Shelly to discuss my last book 541 Hucklebee Hound.
August 7, 2010…Are the folks in the afterlife really capable of committing murder?
Stop by and join us as we listen to Laura Elizabeth author of 541 Hucklebee Hound speak of this beautiful childhood lov...e story and par...anormal murder mystery that will keep you glued to your seat! Join us we ask Laura questions of the twist and turns and could this be possibly her personal story? She has also contributed as a writer for women's online magazines with several articles. Laura has also been interviewed by 1st Angel magazine out of the UK and by Going Beyond Radio on Blog Talk Radio with Chuck Manning and Sylvia Ray. She is a stroke survivor and believer of life after death. Laura is currently working on her 3rd manuscript and is a member of Spiritual Transitions. You can find links associated with her book 541 Hucklebee Hound on Blogspot.com, Facebook, Myspace and you can also find her under Laura Elizabeth on Linkedin. See More.
http://www.psychiconair.com/pages/7680788.php?
Laura Elizabeth
Friday, July 30, 2010
Asheville. NC :: Never Stop Learning - Health Adventure
Asheville. NC :: Never Stop Learning - Health Adventure
Click to see my Mother teaching her Thursday morning Preschoolers at the Health Adventure
Laura Elizabeth
Click to see my Mother teaching her Thursday morning Preschoolers at the Health Adventure
Laura Elizabeth
Friday, July 23, 2010
Thursday, July 22, 2010
Short Story
Day 1
In a darken room only lit by the glow of illumination from a tunnel, I sat on a chair. The chair made of wood and painted dark brown. The paint chips, and gouges taken from it's legs. It was not steady and wobbled to and frough needing some repair. I looked into the light down the tunnel wondering what was there. Though not bound to the chair it felt as if some kind of bonding agent or a sphere magnetic force held me there.
I felt I could move though it was as if I had been gleamed in the eye of a vampire and they held my close attention. My thoughts told me to run as I looked around the circular shaped, darkened room and I could hear the drip of water drops hitting the floor. It felt cold and damp and I grasped for air to breathe. I sat quiet as a creature in the woods trying to hide from danger though my breathing was deep, and intense.
I wanted to scream out but It seemed no one would here me in this dungeon type room and I knew if they did it was most relevant that it was not going to be my kind savior who plunged from the darkness, but rather a seedy looking character or some creature from the depths of hell coming to quiet me.
I heard footsteps in the distance, and it seemed it was a hard set of shoes on some one who walked at a fast, strong pace, and heavy with each step. I tried to figure out where the steps were coming from and listened intently as I shook with tremendous fear. My body jolting in the chair at each sound the step made.
Was I sentenced to this place? What could they or it possibly want with me. My strength well in tacked but my nerves shattered as I tried to stop myself from shaking so violently. When my fears overtook me and I felt myself passing out.
Day 2
I regained myself, and I had no judgement of how long I had been out, but for sure only to hear the heavy footsteps still coming towards me. The sound intensified as the shoes hit the concrete, and it seemed as if a group of people had begun to chatter all at once. The sounds moving much more rapidly towards me, the voices louder than before as they seemed to gain momentum.
I shook my head trying to clear my mind, and my body ached from being in the same position for way to long. Once again I struggled to move, but to no avail I could not move, nor could I speak. It was as if I had been drugged to prevent me from making any gesture, movement or sound, except that of fear and shaking.
The sounds louder in my ears until it was as if someone was banging a sledgehammer on a tin building and the people almost shouting. Then suddenly without warning it stopped. I felt I could once again move my head, and I turned it both ways, to loosen it from being so stiff.
It seemed as it were forever in the silence and I felt I would doze off but the fear kept my eyes open. My mind drifted to the day before when I spent the morning in my living room watching television and drinking hot coffee while I nibbled on wheat toast, with home made peach, apricot jam piled on top of it. How I wished I had some of that as my stomach began to growl.
Yet only for a moment I wished the sounds kept going for it was better than the silence except for the dripping of water to the floor. I sat in the quiet, and waited, staring down the tunnel towards the light, and briefly turning to look into the darkness, fearing someone was there. I assumed it was a circular room as if it were a castle tower or something.
There was a loud bang as if a old musket gun had been shot off near by, and it rattled my brain, and I began to hear a ringing in my ears. Then suddenly a light appeared very dimly from the opposite side of the tunnel.
Day 3
I could see the outline of a man wearing a suit coat and hat standing in a pose that made me feel threatened as if he were a gangster from the 30's or something.
He spoke loudly and in a shrewd voice saying, "Why have you come here?" I opened my mouth slowly, and with fear, and uncertainty I whispered, "It was not my choice!" The figure swung his arm at me, and in a matter of fact voice said, "This is not a place for the weak, you should not have come!". I stammered in my voice replying, "It wasn't my choice, I did not come on my own, someone brought me here!"
He crossed his arms, and said nothing for a moment, then put his hand on his hip, smacked his shoe on the cement floor, and yelled, "You were not brought by anyone, you have to come of your own accord!" I stared into the direction of the silhouette, and then with a questioning tone in my voice I replied, "Why would I have come here on my own? I don't know where I am!"
He laughed out loud, in a searing pitch, and then with the laugh still in his voice he said, " Child, you tell me you don't know why you are here or how you got here? Impossible!" For a short moment neither of us said a thing, then I mustered up the strength and said, "Where is this place, have I been kidnapped?"
Once again he began to laugh then replied, "Nothing is by accident, nothing, and you are most likely on some journey, or you have done something that has brought you here. Now I suppose you seek the truth, or comfort". He paused a moment, my thoughts raced as I tried to come up with a reason for being in this place, and I could not.
He began to laugh again and I felt helpless, and then he calmly turned saying,
"We shall see about that, the answers will come to you with a blow, I suppose". He began to walk away, then stopped, turned back towards me, and said, Your a funny one, don't end up here for good, you wouldn't like these walls surrounding you all the time, I never have!" With that he walked away, and I watched him until his silhouette was gone from my view. I could see nothing, but a tiny circle of light once more. Then with no warning, it disappeared into darkness.
Day 4
There seemed to be a moment of time where I had no sight, no vision, no hearing ability, then without warning, I was jolted by something around my neck. What ever it was it squeezed my neck tightly, thrust it back, and I could not breathe. It constricted harder, then harder until I was on the verge of passing out, and I gasped violently for air.
As I felt my eyes begin to roll back into my head, with my pulse racing it stopped. The darkness heavy, the pain intense. I could hear hissing sounds in a multiple effect. I knew this was the final moment, the moment of my death. I felt my life begin to flash before my eyes, to no surprise I could see the light so often talked about, that comes when a person passes over.
When in front of my face appeared a creature so ugly so fierce, it made me scream in utter fear. It seemed slimmy, huge, greenish, with gold bands that glistened in the darkness, as if it were a glow stick from a halloween trick or treating adventure.
I closed my eyes for a moment, hoping I was dreaming, but the hissing sound stopped. I kept my eyes closed tighlty for a moment, then opened them slowly, only to find it still in front of me. It appeared to have 3 long tongues, separated at the ends with tentacle looking tips. Mortified, I looked closer to see it had three heads coming from one neck.
Each head had buggy eyes, with what seemed long eye lashes, and each head, garnished a mouth that reached from one side of its head to the other. The heads peered at me then began to hiss, simultaneously. It batted it eyes, began to come closer to my face, and peered at me. One of the heads brushed the skin on my cheek and I tried frantically to move but my body was still frozen to the chair.
With a jerk, it pulled away, and batted its 6 eyes at me again. It was obvious to see by now that it was a three headed snake, and I screamed again. It whisked around me quickly, I felt surely this was the end of my life as I knew it. It quickly moved across the room, swinging its long body around me. I clearly submit to my brain, that it was at least 12 feet long, and big around as a large coffee can.
I knew it could easily eat me or dismember at the least. It came around me three times, and then the heads stopped abruptly in my face. It hissed again, then to my shock it began to speak. Each of the three mouths on the heads speaking at the same time saying, "Who are you? What do you want? Where have you come from? We don't like your kind! You smell of an old toad in the pit!".
To my shock I began to shake. It surprised me because I had been cemented in such to the chair. I wondered to myself "What in the Sam hell is going on here? talking 3 headed snakes? this isn't possible!" The heads spoke again, but this time, one said a word, and the next continued it, the last ended each sentence, and around, and around it went.
"Who?", "Are", "You", "To", "Ask", "Such", "Questions?" "We", "Are", "In", "Charge", "Here!" Then one head hissed loudly, and continued saying, "This is our place, we are in charge." The head on the left seemed to have the voice of an old woman, cranky, and whinny. The middle head sounded like an old Himalayan Monk, and the last sounded like you would imagine your father to sound in his late 40's, speaking harshly to you.
In the distance I could hear what seemed to be thunder, and a voice, but I could not make it out. It seemed to repeat itself over, and over growing slightly louder as it went on. There was a sudden loud clap of thunder, from down the lighted tunnel, to the right.
Then a very strong, upsetting voice yelled, "Why have you come to me?" Followed by the loud thunder. I looked, but did not answer. I turned back to find the snake slithering away, and the voice down the tunnel yelled again, "Why have you come?" I opened my eyes slowly, and lifted my head from hanging to my left side, and realized I had been passed out, or sleeping.
Day 5
My head and neck both ached. I could feel my rear end was completely numb. I wondered why I was feeling anything, and why I could move, but before I gave it to much thought, the voice loudly repeated itself, "Why are you here?" What have I done, to think you should come to this place?"
I thought quickly and said, "I don't know, I don't even know where I am!" The voice seemed to come from the tunnel to my left, that kept a dim light in the room, and I raised my arm putting my hand above my eyes, to shield them, and looked into the light, straining to see anything.
I could see the outline of someone coming towards me from afar. As it walked towards the entrance to the tunnel, it seemed it had glorious colors of light all around it, and I felt so at peace. The fear seemed to leave me, with it's every step closer to me.
It stopped momentarily, I could make out that it seemed to be the outline of a man. I saw him turn, and it was as if other outlines of people were going towards it very fast. I could see he was raising up the outline of what appeared to me to be an arm, and it was putting it's arm on the tops of the lights, and then they would seem to bow and back away.
This strange appearance of light, then turned, and continued on to the entrance of the tunnel, to where I sat in the chair, then stopped before entering the area where I was and said, "This is not a place for you."
I replied, "What is this place?" It seemed the deep mysterious voice of a man,, and he let out a hardy laugh followed by, "My child, this is a cross roads, for those who have unfinished business or those who must enter the great hall, to repent, and heal. You, are not finished, you have not failed, and you have completed the journey assigned to you at this point. thus, I do not understand the reason for your being here!"
I felt my eyes open wide, my mouth drop and I said, "Are you telling me I am at some sort of cross roads, to heaven?" He replied, "Yes my child. You are not to be judged yet, those who must be judged, are the ones who travel to this hall. They are judged, then taken beyond, and some choose not to be judged, then will not look into the light for us, that is one who is unwaged that you have encountered."
I took a deep breath and said, "Well then why am I here?" I felt my eyes getting very heavy, and I could feel myself slumping in the chair, as I quickly fell asleep.
Day 6
I felt myself drifting as I was being pulled forward. I seemed to feel a type of wind hitting my skin, my hair flowing back, and I opened my eyes. I found myself in this tunnel of light. I could tell I was not touching any floor, and looked down to see that I was floating. Moving forward toward what I did not know. Looking side to side I could see different rays of color, and it reminded me of the colors of the rainbow, aura's or pictures of gases in outer space.
They began to change as my body moved forward, and I could see the outline of what seemed to me to be people looking at me, moving around and some moving towards me, though they did not confront me.
I became a bit fearful, I was not breathing, and tried to feel my sences, then I realized, in a sence, I was breathing without the actual breaths. I began to feel relaxed, the fear left my mind, and the scenes became peaceful, and serine.
I could then see there was someone or something ahead of me, as I moved faster then before. It was hard to recognize at first, but it soome became apparent it was a figure. The figure had gloriuos rays of light coming from it, and it wasn't long before I could see what appeared to be a man with wings, in a white gown. His hair blondish, and his gown flowing, and tied loosly to the waist, with a thick rope such as one you would find on a ship. It was made of gold, and sparkled rays as he spread his wings out wide on each side of himself.
They were massive, and I expexted to have an emotion over it, though I didn't. I figured they had to be at least 7 feet wide, from one side of his body to the other. They perplexed me, and I was drawn to him. As my body floated, closer, and closer to him, I could see something different than the figures at my left side, and I turned to look.
There seemed to be park of sorts, Lavished in flowers, and walk ways, beautiful huge green trees that had rays of light around them, and a creek in the middle of it all. A stone walk way appeared, and I could see a bench in front of it, with a creek beyond it.
Suddenly there was an old woman sitting on the bench, she turned, and waved at me. I felt myself wave back, and I knew she was familiar, but I could not place her.
Laura Elizabeth
In a darken room only lit by the glow of illumination from a tunnel, I sat on a chair. The chair made of wood and painted dark brown. The paint chips, and gouges taken from it's legs. It was not steady and wobbled to and frough needing some repair. I looked into the light down the tunnel wondering what was there. Though not bound to the chair it felt as if some kind of bonding agent or a sphere magnetic force held me there.
I felt I could move though it was as if I had been gleamed in the eye of a vampire and they held my close attention. My thoughts told me to run as I looked around the circular shaped, darkened room and I could hear the drip of water drops hitting the floor. It felt cold and damp and I grasped for air to breathe. I sat quiet as a creature in the woods trying to hide from danger though my breathing was deep, and intense.
I wanted to scream out but It seemed no one would here me in this dungeon type room and I knew if they did it was most relevant that it was not going to be my kind savior who plunged from the darkness, but rather a seedy looking character or some creature from the depths of hell coming to quiet me.
I heard footsteps in the distance, and it seemed it was a hard set of shoes on some one who walked at a fast, strong pace, and heavy with each step. I tried to figure out where the steps were coming from and listened intently as I shook with tremendous fear. My body jolting in the chair at each sound the step made.
Was I sentenced to this place? What could they or it possibly want with me. My strength well in tacked but my nerves shattered as I tried to stop myself from shaking so violently. When my fears overtook me and I felt myself passing out.
Day 2
I regained myself, and I had no judgement of how long I had been out, but for sure only to hear the heavy footsteps still coming towards me. The sound intensified as the shoes hit the concrete, and it seemed as if a group of people had begun to chatter all at once. The sounds moving much more rapidly towards me, the voices louder than before as they seemed to gain momentum.
I shook my head trying to clear my mind, and my body ached from being in the same position for way to long. Once again I struggled to move, but to no avail I could not move, nor could I speak. It was as if I had been drugged to prevent me from making any gesture, movement or sound, except that of fear and shaking.
The sounds louder in my ears until it was as if someone was banging a sledgehammer on a tin building and the people almost shouting. Then suddenly without warning it stopped. I felt I could once again move my head, and I turned it both ways, to loosen it from being so stiff.
It seemed as it were forever in the silence and I felt I would doze off but the fear kept my eyes open. My mind drifted to the day before when I spent the morning in my living room watching television and drinking hot coffee while I nibbled on wheat toast, with home made peach, apricot jam piled on top of it. How I wished I had some of that as my stomach began to growl.
Yet only for a moment I wished the sounds kept going for it was better than the silence except for the dripping of water to the floor. I sat in the quiet, and waited, staring down the tunnel towards the light, and briefly turning to look into the darkness, fearing someone was there. I assumed it was a circular room as if it were a castle tower or something.
There was a loud bang as if a old musket gun had been shot off near by, and it rattled my brain, and I began to hear a ringing in my ears. Then suddenly a light appeared very dimly from the opposite side of the tunnel.
Day 3
I could see the outline of a man wearing a suit coat and hat standing in a pose that made me feel threatened as if he were a gangster from the 30's or something.
He spoke loudly and in a shrewd voice saying, "Why have you come here?" I opened my mouth slowly, and with fear, and uncertainty I whispered, "It was not my choice!" The figure swung his arm at me, and in a matter of fact voice said, "This is not a place for the weak, you should not have come!". I stammered in my voice replying, "It wasn't my choice, I did not come on my own, someone brought me here!"
He crossed his arms, and said nothing for a moment, then put his hand on his hip, smacked his shoe on the cement floor, and yelled, "You were not brought by anyone, you have to come of your own accord!" I stared into the direction of the silhouette, and then with a questioning tone in my voice I replied, "Why would I have come here on my own? I don't know where I am!"
He laughed out loud, in a searing pitch, and then with the laugh still in his voice he said, " Child, you tell me you don't know why you are here or how you got here? Impossible!" For a short moment neither of us said a thing, then I mustered up the strength and said, "Where is this place, have I been kidnapped?"
Once again he began to laugh then replied, "Nothing is by accident, nothing, and you are most likely on some journey, or you have done something that has brought you here. Now I suppose you seek the truth, or comfort". He paused a moment, my thoughts raced as I tried to come up with a reason for being in this place, and I could not.
He began to laugh again and I felt helpless, and then he calmly turned saying,
"We shall see about that, the answers will come to you with a blow, I suppose". He began to walk away, then stopped, turned back towards me, and said, Your a funny one, don't end up here for good, you wouldn't like these walls surrounding you all the time, I never have!" With that he walked away, and I watched him until his silhouette was gone from my view. I could see nothing, but a tiny circle of light once more. Then with no warning, it disappeared into darkness.
Day 4
As I felt my eyes begin to roll back into my head, with my pulse racing it stopped. The darkness heavy, the pain intense. I could hear hissing sounds in a multiple effect. I knew this was the final moment, the moment of my death. I felt my life begin to flash before my eyes, to no surprise I could see the light so often talked about, that comes when a person passes over.
When in front of my face appeared a creature so ugly so fierce, it made me scream in utter fear. It seemed slimmy, huge, greenish, with gold bands that glistened in the darkness, as if it were a glow stick from a halloween trick or treating adventure.
I closed my eyes for a moment, hoping I was dreaming, but the hissing sound stopped. I kept my eyes closed tighlty for a moment, then opened them slowly, only to find it still in front of me. It appeared to have 3 long tongues, separated at the ends with tentacle looking tips. Mortified, I looked closer to see it had three heads coming from one neck.
Each head had buggy eyes, with what seemed long eye lashes, and each head, garnished a mouth that reached from one side of its head to the other. The heads peered at me then began to hiss, simultaneously. It batted it eyes, began to come closer to my face, and peered at me. One of the heads brushed the skin on my cheek and I tried frantically to move but my body was still frozen to the chair.
With a jerk, it pulled away, and batted its 6 eyes at me again. It was obvious to see by now that it was a three headed snake, and I screamed again. It whisked around me quickly, I felt surely this was the end of my life as I knew it. It quickly moved across the room, swinging its long body around me. I clearly submit to my brain, that it was at least 12 feet long, and big around as a large coffee can.
I knew it could easily eat me or dismember at the least. It came around me three times, and then the heads stopped abruptly in my face. It hissed again, then to my shock it began to speak. Each of the three mouths on the heads speaking at the same time saying, "Who are you? What do you want? Where have you come from? We don't like your kind! You smell of an old toad in the pit!".
To my shock I began to shake. It surprised me because I had been cemented in such to the chair. I wondered to myself "What in the Sam hell is going on here? talking 3 headed snakes? this isn't possible!" The heads spoke again, but this time, one said a word, and the next continued it, the last ended each sentence, and around, and around it went.
"Who?", "Are", "You", "To", "Ask", "Such", "Questions?" "We", "Are", "In", "Charge", "Here!" Then one head hissed loudly, and continued saying, "This is our place, we are in charge." The head on the left seemed to have the voice of an old woman, cranky, and whinny. The middle head sounded like an old Himalayan Monk, and the last sounded like you would imagine your father to sound in his late 40's, speaking harshly to you.
In the distance I could hear what seemed to be thunder, and a voice, but I could not make it out. It seemed to repeat itself over, and over growing slightly louder as it went on. There was a sudden loud clap of thunder, from down the lighted tunnel, to the right.
Then a very strong, upsetting voice yelled, "Why have you come to me?" Followed by the loud thunder. I looked, but did not answer. I turned back to find the snake slithering away, and the voice down the tunnel yelled again, "Why have you come?" I opened my eyes slowly, and lifted my head from hanging to my left side, and realized I had been passed out, or sleeping.
Day 5
My head and neck both ached. I could feel my rear end was completely numb. I wondered why I was feeling anything, and why I could move, but before I gave it to much thought, the voice loudly repeated itself, "Why are you here?" What have I done, to think you should come to this place?"
I thought quickly and said, "I don't know, I don't even know where I am!" The voice seemed to come from the tunnel to my left, that kept a dim light in the room, and I raised my arm putting my hand above my eyes, to shield them, and looked into the light, straining to see anything.
I could see the outline of someone coming towards me from afar. As it walked towards the entrance to the tunnel, it seemed it had glorious colors of light all around it, and I felt so at peace. The fear seemed to leave me, with it's every step closer to me.
It stopped momentarily, I could make out that it seemed to be the outline of a man. I saw him turn, and it was as if other outlines of people were going towards it very fast. I could see he was raising up the outline of what appeared to me to be an arm, and it was putting it's arm on the tops of the lights, and then they would seem to bow and back away.
This strange appearance of light, then turned, and continued on to the entrance of the tunnel, to where I sat in the chair, then stopped before entering the area where I was and said, "This is not a place for you."
I replied, "What is this place?" It seemed the deep mysterious voice of a man,, and he let out a hardy laugh followed by, "My child, this is a cross roads, for those who have unfinished business or those who must enter the great hall, to repent, and heal. You, are not finished, you have not failed, and you have completed the journey assigned to you at this point. thus, I do not understand the reason for your being here!"
I felt my eyes open wide, my mouth drop and I said, "Are you telling me I am at some sort of cross roads, to heaven?" He replied, "Yes my child. You are not to be judged yet, those who must be judged, are the ones who travel to this hall. They are judged, then taken beyond, and some choose not to be judged, then will not look into the light for us, that is one who is unwaged that you have encountered."
I took a deep breath and said, "Well then why am I here?" I felt my eyes getting very heavy, and I could feel myself slumping in the chair, as I quickly fell asleep.
Day 6
I felt myself drifting as I was being pulled forward. I seemed to feel a type of wind hitting my skin, my hair flowing back, and I opened my eyes. I found myself in this tunnel of light. I could tell I was not touching any floor, and looked down to see that I was floating. Moving forward toward what I did not know. Looking side to side I could see different rays of color, and it reminded me of the colors of the rainbow, aura's or pictures of gases in outer space.
They began to change as my body moved forward, and I could see the outline of what seemed to me to be people looking at me, moving around and some moving towards me, though they did not confront me.
I became a bit fearful, I was not breathing, and tried to feel my sences, then I realized, in a sence, I was breathing without the actual breaths. I began to feel relaxed, the fear left my mind, and the scenes became peaceful, and serine.
I could then see there was someone or something ahead of me, as I moved faster then before. It was hard to recognize at first, but it soome became apparent it was a figure. The figure had gloriuos rays of light coming from it, and it wasn't long before I could see what appeared to be a man with wings, in a white gown. His hair blondish, and his gown flowing, and tied loosly to the waist, with a thick rope such as one you would find on a ship. It was made of gold, and sparkled rays as he spread his wings out wide on each side of himself.
They were massive, and I expexted to have an emotion over it, though I didn't. I figured they had to be at least 7 feet wide, from one side of his body to the other. They perplexed me, and I was drawn to him. As my body floated, closer, and closer to him, I could see something different than the figures at my left side, and I turned to look.
There seemed to be park of sorts, Lavished in flowers, and walk ways, beautiful huge green trees that had rays of light around them, and a creek in the middle of it all. A stone walk way appeared, and I could see a bench in front of it, with a creek beyond it.
Suddenly there was an old woman sitting on the bench, she turned, and waved at me. I felt myself wave back, and I knew she was familiar, but I could not place her.
Laura Elizabeth
Wednesday, July 21, 2010
I will be the guest with Kozmic Kids on the 24th of july
http://www.psychiconair.com/KoZmiC-KiDs/7680788
Contact Information:
KoZmiC KiDs Website: http://kozmickids.com/
Shelly and Jade have been gifted since childhood but more or less stayed "in the closet" not sharing with others because of ridicule, laughter or disbelief. Shelly grew up with a family who was intuned with the spiritual world where Jade did not. Together they compliment each other understanding both sides of the scale...balancing children/adults who have been open and want to share to ones who are just coming into their own spiritual essence. Their humor and wanting to help all KoZmiC KiDs of the world is where their passion lies within. Join them in helping the KoZmiC KiDs with their spiritual essence.
July 24, 2010 Saturday 5PM, ET …541 Hucklebee Hound, A Paranormal Story
Are the folks in the afterlife really capable of committing murder? Stop by and join us as we listen to Laura Elizabeth, author of 541 Hucklebee Hound, speak of this beautiful childhood love story and paranormal murder mystery that will keep you glued to your seat! Join us we ask Laura questions of the twist and turns and could this be possibly her personal story?
She has also contributed as a writer for women's online magazines with several articles. Laura has also been interviewed by 1st Angel magazine out of the UK and by Going Beyond Radio on Blog Talk Radio with Chuck Manning and Sylvia Ray. She is a stroke survivor and believer of life after death. Laura is currently working on her 3rd manuscript and also a member of Spiritual Transitions. You can find links associated with her book 541 Hucklebee Hound on Blogspot.com, Facebook, Myspace and you can also find her under Laura Elizabeth on Linkedin Link
Laura Elizabeth
KoZmiC KiDs Website: http://kozmickids.com/
Shelly and Jade have been gifted since childhood but more or less stayed "in the closet" not sharing with others because of ridicule, laughter or disbelief. Shelly grew up with a family who was intuned with the spiritual world where Jade did not. Together they compliment each other understanding both sides of the scale...balancing children/adults who have been open and want to share to ones who are just coming into their own spiritual essence. Their humor and wanting to help all KoZmiC KiDs of the world is where their passion lies within. Join them in helping the KoZmiC KiDs with their spiritual essence.
July 24, 2010 Saturday 5PM, ET …541 Hucklebee Hound, A Paranormal Story
Are the folks in the afterlife really capable of committing murder? Stop by and join us as we listen to Laura Elizabeth, author of 541 Hucklebee Hound, speak of this beautiful childhood love story and paranormal murder mystery that will keep you glued to your seat! Join us we ask Laura questions of the twist and turns and could this be possibly her personal story?
She has also contributed as a writer for women's online magazines with several articles. Laura has also been interviewed by 1st Angel magazine out of the UK and by Going Beyond Radio on Blog Talk Radio with Chuck Manning and Sylvia Ray. She is a stroke survivor and believer of life after death. Laura is currently working on her 3rd manuscript and also a member of Spiritual Transitions. You can find links associated with her book 541 Hucklebee Hound on Blogspot.com, Facebook, Myspace and you can also find her under Laura Elizabeth on Linkedin Link
Laura Elizabeth
Monday, July 19, 2010
I quit to persue my goals without the stress and pressure.
Which in the long run will take me to the top much more quickly. Quiting your job isn't that easy. When you first have a job you are confused to a certain degree and you don't really know anyone. Then as you learn your job and begin to relax you get to know the people you work with and you learn who's company you enjoy and you learn the ones to stay away from.
There always seems to be a certain amount of back stabbers and nilly Nelly's who want to get deep into your business and gossip about it to others. Those who are genuinely kind people and not the phonies they display to everyone are not that hard to stay away from. However then you settle in and except working shifts that sometimes seem long and very hard physically. Other shifts are easy and controllable and it is fun to be around the people that are easy going and fun to be around, though you always have those few who don't divulge themselves to you because there agenda is way over your expectations of the job and you avoid them at all costs with only the casual hello or smile as they go by.
Then there are the comer's and goer's of management and or otherwise it's hard to distinguish who is on the up and up and who's not. All certainly a game those of us who have been in management in our lives have played when we assume it is our life long career and we are going to play the game the way it is intended to be played.
When you reach a certain age it seems you begin to form the idea of whether you are going to completely play the game or not. I for one had chose after many years of management not to play the game and venture into my own visions of what I wanted my life to be.
So, as the econmy began to fall, thus, my work load and the changes began to overwhelm me and physically became a huge challenge. My physical being due to medical issues. Bringing me to a point where I did not want to be there and they did not want me there.
A mutual feeling which I felt and heard whispers of. Someone wanted me gone and I knew who those people were and it really didn't matter because I was done giving my all to the job with now satisfaction or reward. After all, why work hard if others aren't going to and you have to go around and finish up everything they did not do? After a while you don't care any more than they did.
I figured it was time to exit before some pretty good relationships were extinguished and leave it at that. Their dream was clear, to be lifers and my dream was also clear that I am a writer, an author not a over used underpaid factory type worker. In my mind the job was just as tough as being no more than a indentured type servant in a nylon factory going no where and never being praised for accomplishment only noticed for things missed.
My life is writing and I intend on being in this position all of the rest of my life. If need be I will find a job where I am respected and rewarded for my good work.
It's very hard to be an empath and know what people are doing and pretend like you have no clue to their involvement or cross thoughts and words. It's so much better to remove yourself from these type of situations that hold you back on your journey. I know I will have half the Dr. visits I had while employed.
In years to come I will be working hard on what I want from life and not what others want me to do so they don't have to. It's a freeing type feeling to not have to do the early shifts and then come home so tired you have to go to bed. I'm definitely enjoying my freedom but I do miss the people I still call friends and understand it's all business to some of them. I wish them luck in where ever life takes them.
Laura Elizabeth
There always seems to be a certain amount of back stabbers and nilly Nelly's who want to get deep into your business and gossip about it to others. Those who are genuinely kind people and not the phonies they display to everyone are not that hard to stay away from. However then you settle in and except working shifts that sometimes seem long and very hard physically. Other shifts are easy and controllable and it is fun to be around the people that are easy going and fun to be around, though you always have those few who don't divulge themselves to you because there agenda is way over your expectations of the job and you avoid them at all costs with only the casual hello or smile as they go by.
Then there are the comer's and goer's of management and or otherwise it's hard to distinguish who is on the up and up and who's not. All certainly a game those of us who have been in management in our lives have played when we assume it is our life long career and we are going to play the game the way it is intended to be played.
When you reach a certain age it seems you begin to form the idea of whether you are going to completely play the game or not. I for one had chose after many years of management not to play the game and venture into my own visions of what I wanted my life to be.
So, as the econmy began to fall, thus, my work load and the changes began to overwhelm me and physically became a huge challenge. My physical being due to medical issues. Bringing me to a point where I did not want to be there and they did not want me there.
A mutual feeling which I felt and heard whispers of. Someone wanted me gone and I knew who those people were and it really didn't matter because I was done giving my all to the job with now satisfaction or reward. After all, why work hard if others aren't going to and you have to go around and finish up everything they did not do? After a while you don't care any more than they did.
I figured it was time to exit before some pretty good relationships were extinguished and leave it at that. Their dream was clear, to be lifers and my dream was also clear that I am a writer, an author not a over used underpaid factory type worker. In my mind the job was just as tough as being no more than a indentured type servant in a nylon factory going no where and never being praised for accomplishment only noticed for things missed.
My life is writing and I intend on being in this position all of the rest of my life. If need be I will find a job where I am respected and rewarded for my good work.
It's very hard to be an empath and know what people are doing and pretend like you have no clue to their involvement or cross thoughts and words. It's so much better to remove yourself from these type of situations that hold you back on your journey. I know I will have half the Dr. visits I had while employed.
In years to come I will be working hard on what I want from life and not what others want me to do so they don't have to. It's a freeing type feeling to not have to do the early shifts and then come home so tired you have to go to bed. I'm definitely enjoying my freedom but I do miss the people I still call friends and understand it's all business to some of them. I wish them luck in where ever life takes them.
Laura Elizabeth
Wednesday, July 7, 2010
You can get your face in Fast Company Magazine
Fast Company is looking for the most influencial face. The person will be fetured in their magazine.
I want my face there do you want yours too? Follow the link: http://influenceproject.fastcompany.com/v/beku#/wall/focus/beku/landing
Laura Elizabeth
I want my face there do you want yours too? Follow the link: http://influenceproject.fastcompany.com/v/beku#/wall/focus/beku/landing
Laura Elizabeth
Thursday, May 6, 2010
Monday, May 3, 2010
The Wild Beast Cat
So an evening at home consisted of eating pizza, watching 24 and ice cream for a mid night snack. Our cats Boomer and Precious wander freely through the house and we always have the patio door cracked so they can come and go. As of late a rather large black cat that seems to be a stray has found its way to our yard and hangs around looking for morsels of food.
I am not sure if it was ever tame though it is beautiful. I found myself leaving bits of food for it now and then as I felt sorry for it. The past couple of weeks it has wandered into the dining room on occasion and the family cats are not receptive to it. Keep in mind that I am actually allergic to cats and I have in the past been hospitalized for cat scratch fever.
So this evening we were sitting watching t.v. and suddenly we hear our cats screeching in the dining room. We all jump knowing the stray has wondered in but usually leaves in a hurry when it is discovered. Tonight was different.
Steve ran one way to the dining room and flipped on the light and I scrambled to the corner of the other door to the kitchen to take a peak knowing I could not get to close to it just in case.
Suddenly it became quiet and we thought the beast had left the premises when in a flash a black streak whizzed past me. I turned quickly to see Boomer squatted on the carpet just inside the living room and I began to walk towards him. Without warning the stray cat came flying from the living room straight at boomer and me. Hissing with teeth showing and ready for a fight.
Boomer ran quickly into the kitchen and I jumped turned and ran for the kitchen. Hearing him on my heels I was sure I was to be attacked I jumped in a frog like dance through the kitchen. I turned when I reached the other side of the kitchen table and the cat lunged at me hissing and snarling.
I began to scream, "Oh my god, oh my god its a wild beast". and it seemed to scare the nearly pest even more and he jumped towards the stove and up the wall hanging from the edge of the wood trim in the corner. The whole time I am jumping up and down screaming, "Oh my god" as he hissed at he and I was sure I was in for it.
I jumped in fell swoop on top of the kitchen table and landed on my butt with my feet on the table and my knees buckled into the air, my hands behind me on the edge of the table watching the cat and screaming at the top of my lungs. (No kidding I could never do it if you asked me to).
Steve and mom were both in the dining room but they were laughing so hard they could not move. As they cried from laughing so hard the cat suddenly jumped from the wall. I bounced up and down yelling at the top of my lungs, "Oh my god" and he landed on the floor then immediately jumped for a window and clung to the curtain.
Steve and mom still laughing so hard they were buckled I jumped from the table and headed for the living room and jumped on the back of one of the couches still screaming and sure it was coming after me. When I heard Steve and mom trying talking and then Josh came flying in the garage door I snuck back over to the doorway.
Josh took a dusting mop and with out one care in the world poked at the cat till it jumped on the bar and Steve hustled it out the door. Everyone turned and looked at ME and then Josh said, "I thought you saw a spider!"
We all started laughing and thus the decision to keep the patio door closed at night till we get rid of the cat. I swear we laughed for 10 more minutes until finally I was feeling pretty small and I walked away.
So let this be a lesson, keep your patio door closed at night. I swear I'd be less scared of a bear. This makes me laugh out loud but I certainly did not want to end up back in the hospital trying to explain that! Damn wild beast cat!
Laura Elizabeth
Wednesday, April 28, 2010
May Is coming! Should I exercise? BLAH!!!!
Soon it will be May and the sunsets are getting beautiful. The world is going from the winter dreary, boring and darkened scenery. We change our closets out and fill them with our colorful spring clothes and put away the black handbags and dark shoes. We start to think about eating better, exercising and going to the beach. I for one am having a hard time putting down the brownies and getting away from the chips and baked potatoes. DUH! How do we do that? Everythnig is so good. Food has become a comfort. We dive into a bowl of icecream in the evening as if we are due to be hanged in the morning and we dread the thought of sweating on the workout machines. I am at a loss. Take away my fatty food and tell me to get up offf my ass and move seems as if my death sentace is coming. The sunsets may be beautiful but the rather large moon that has grown and stays behind me almost dragging on the ground isn't really ready to transform. I catch someone who knew me when I was a stick looking at me with that look on ther face and I know they are thinking, holy shit what happened to her. Well I am like a old dirt road. The rain falls on me once and a while and pats down the dirt making me loose the old look and then some days its dry and cracked and looks as if giraffes have barreled down it on a stampede. I will come to terms with the food issues eventually but I just don't feel ready. I know the time of year has come but my taste buds are begging for more!!!!!!!!
Laura Elizabeth
Tuesday, April 6, 2010
Story of a Caramel Corn maker...
I simply do not know what goes through my mind sometimes. Today is a warm 80 degree's in the south and here I am at home for the day. The book orders for today have been taken to the post office and I find myself craving home made caramel corn/With peanuts of course.
So I venture into the kitchen and begin to try and remember how to make it. Now keep in mind my stroke has left a tiny portion in my brain without memories, some significant and other totally meaningless. While I don't mind the fact that I have lost the trivial stuff the important memories are what I want and today it seems Caramel corn is at the top of the agenda.
Surprise to me I take a pen and pad and begin to jot down whats in this wonderful mess of tasty caramel (along with the peanuts) and I recall it's brown sugar, light Karo syrup, butter and salt boiled and then something is added to it to make it bubble up or fizz as one would have it. I can't decide if it's baking soda or baking powder but I figure the powder makes things raise and I also recall baking soda is the ingredient used when making volcano's with menthos and baking soda. So the decision is made it has to be baking soda.
After popping my corn, noticing the house is getting pretty warm and not being sure how much I need I popped a over extreme amount and proceeded to butter and salt it like I am going to eat it like that. Wondering if you should do that or not, but it sounded good. I was also keeping in mind that my mother makes he best popcorn in the house but she was laying in the sun and I did not want to disturb her and actually thought if it works out she will like the idea that I actually remember how to make the stuff.
I stopped and thought to myself, wow this is really sad, after spending years as the boy scout mom, the Fire Dept. entertaining food cooking lover of a good time and the person who orchestrated huge get togethers for group homes and cooked the majority of the food and all of the food at my own home I am struggling to make caramel corn. I laughed at myself and carried on.
I took out pans and poured the corn into them trying to decide what size, realizing it was going to take 2 pans that were huge to bake this in the oven. I thought, figures only you would pop enough corn for 50 people and I laughed again. After pouring this into several different baking pans I found 2 that I liked. Then the problem of how was I going to mix this shit together and I stood perplexed as to where I was going to get a pot or bowl big enough to mix it together.
Well rather than worry about it anymore I decided to use a few bowls and split the mixture up and pour it over each one and mix it together. So then I took several bowls out of the cupboard and put the popcorn in each one till I felt it was full but I could stir it easily. Keep in mind I already have baking pans that are now dirty and piled in a stack on the floor next to the sink because I didn't want my mother to see how many I had dirtied.
So now 7 bowls sit around with popcorn in them and I look at them and think “This is just crazy, quit” but oh no, not me I continue on. Now I'm not sure if my mother saw my mess because when she came in from outside I didn't even look for the mere fact I was engulfed in my project. But I do know this, she went in her bedroom and shut the door.
So back to the caramel corn. I put the caramel ingredients into a saute pan and cook them up and decide it looks right. Then the though emerges into my brain wondering how I am going to add the baking soda, because it's going to fizz up and the saute pan is not big enough. So I take out a large cooking pan and pour the caramel mixture into it then I add the baking soda amount that I see fit. All of the sudden this thought pops into my head that I had purchased a huge corn pot and it was in the garage on a shelf.
I removed the mixture from the stove and run out and climb the ladder to get it down, bring it in and wash it up and the take the seven bowls of popcorn and pour them all into the corn pot saying to myself Yep, this is gonna work”. I take the bowls and stack them on the floor next to the baking pans and then pour the mixture over the popcorn, add my can of peanuts and mix it up. Into the oven it went and it has been there for almost 45 minutes. I tasted it and damn if isn't really good. Hard to belive I worked in a bakery for three years and did everything isn't it. (Laughing here).
I turn around to see my mess of sugar Karo syrup, butter wrappers and several mixing spoons everywhere. Then I look to the floor to see I have accumulated 17 pots pans and bowls and they all need to be washed. So this story is one that has a morel.
After all of this I realize I could have saved a lot of time by asking my mother or searching the internet for the answers to all my questions rather than create this huge mess. Now to clean it up before mom gets out of bed. Man I sound like a little kid who's going to get in trouble, but it's almost embarrassing that I do not remember a lot of this stuff.
Maybe I should stick to writing. Oh well, have a great day and stay out of the kitchen... I remember a lot of other recipes...Laughing here!
P.S. I took it out of the oven worrying if it would get hard like it was suppose to and Damn if it is hard and delicious. Recipe not included, laughing again!Laura Elizabeth
So I venture into the kitchen and begin to try and remember how to make it. Now keep in mind my stroke has left a tiny portion in my brain without memories, some significant and other totally meaningless. While I don't mind the fact that I have lost the trivial stuff the important memories are what I want and today it seems Caramel corn is at the top of the agenda.
Surprise to me I take a pen and pad and begin to jot down whats in this wonderful mess of tasty caramel (along with the peanuts) and I recall it's brown sugar, light Karo syrup, butter and salt boiled and then something is added to it to make it bubble up or fizz as one would have it. I can't decide if it's baking soda or baking powder but I figure the powder makes things raise and I also recall baking soda is the ingredient used when making volcano's with menthos and baking soda. So the decision is made it has to be baking soda.
After popping my corn, noticing the house is getting pretty warm and not being sure how much I need I popped a over extreme amount and proceeded to butter and salt it like I am going to eat it like that. Wondering if you should do that or not, but it sounded good. I was also keeping in mind that my mother makes he best popcorn in the house but she was laying in the sun and I did not want to disturb her and actually thought if it works out she will like the idea that I actually remember how to make the stuff.
I stopped and thought to myself, wow this is really sad, after spending years as the boy scout mom, the Fire Dept. entertaining food cooking lover of a good time and the person who orchestrated huge get togethers for group homes and cooked the majority of the food and all of the food at my own home I am struggling to make caramel corn. I laughed at myself and carried on.
I took out pans and poured the corn into them trying to decide what size, realizing it was going to take 2 pans that were huge to bake this in the oven. I thought, figures only you would pop enough corn for 50 people and I laughed again. After pouring this into several different baking pans I found 2 that I liked. Then the problem of how was I going to mix this shit together and I stood perplexed as to where I was going to get a pot or bowl big enough to mix it together.
Well rather than worry about it anymore I decided to use a few bowls and split the mixture up and pour it over each one and mix it together. So then I took several bowls out of the cupboard and put the popcorn in each one till I felt it was full but I could stir it easily. Keep in mind I already have baking pans that are now dirty and piled in a stack on the floor next to the sink because I didn't want my mother to see how many I had dirtied.
So now 7 bowls sit around with popcorn in them and I look at them and think “This is just crazy, quit” but oh no, not me I continue on. Now I'm not sure if my mother saw my mess because when she came in from outside I didn't even look for the mere fact I was engulfed in my project. But I do know this, she went in her bedroom and shut the door.
So back to the caramel corn. I put the caramel ingredients into a saute pan and cook them up and decide it looks right. Then the though emerges into my brain wondering how I am going to add the baking soda, because it's going to fizz up and the saute pan is not big enough. So I take out a large cooking pan and pour the caramel mixture into it then I add the baking soda amount that I see fit. All of the sudden this thought pops into my head that I had purchased a huge corn pot and it was in the garage on a shelf.
I removed the mixture from the stove and run out and climb the ladder to get it down, bring it in and wash it up and the take the seven bowls of popcorn and pour them all into the corn pot saying to myself Yep, this is gonna work”. I take the bowls and stack them on the floor next to the baking pans and then pour the mixture over the popcorn, add my can of peanuts and mix it up. Into the oven it went and it has been there for almost 45 minutes. I tasted it and damn if isn't really good. Hard to belive I worked in a bakery for three years and did everything isn't it. (Laughing here).
I turn around to see my mess of sugar Karo syrup, butter wrappers and several mixing spoons everywhere. Then I look to the floor to see I have accumulated 17 pots pans and bowls and they all need to be washed. So this story is one that has a morel.
After all of this I realize I could have saved a lot of time by asking my mother or searching the internet for the answers to all my questions rather than create this huge mess. Now to clean it up before mom gets out of bed. Man I sound like a little kid who's going to get in trouble, but it's almost embarrassing that I do not remember a lot of this stuff.
Maybe I should stick to writing. Oh well, have a great day and stay out of the kitchen... I remember a lot of other recipes...Laughing here!
P.S. I took it out of the oven worrying if it would get hard like it was suppose to and Damn if it is hard and delicious. Recipe not included, laughing again!Laura Elizabeth
Friday, March 12, 2010
Monday, March 1, 2010
So how do you feel about GARLIC
Dating back 6,000 years from central Asia, came a wonderful taste additive for food called garlic. Strange how the name comes from Old English and it was originally known as “garleac” which means “spear leek”. It has also had quite a history in the Mediterranean region and was a popular seasoning in Africa and Europe.
In ancient Greece, the father of modern medicine who was known as Hippocrates used garlic to treat infections, wounds and intestinal viruses. The Roman Legionnaires ate Lamb Stew smothered in the aroma and taste of garlic. Then boasted of its effects saying it caused them to be courageous, stronger and abundant stamina.
They packed plenty of garlic to go with them on their journey to conquer the world, thus spreading its use to every land they traveled. Then it was cultivated by the conquered lands people.
In the century of King Tut garlic was so highly praised, worshiped and priced that it was commonly used as currency. Clay shapes in the form of garlic bulbs were abundantly placed in the tomb of the king when he was laid to rest.
The Pyramids at Giza were built by Ancient Egyptians and inscriptions on the pyramids indicate that the slaves who built them survived mostly on onions, radishes and Garlic. They thought of them as magical and healing agents giving them a huge amount of stamina and spiritual integrity to help them finish the pyramids.
If the food portions decreased to nothing the slaves would then go on strike refusing to work, waiting to dye or be tortured until more was available to them. Seems a strike would have been unheard of this many centuries ago, however it seems not the case.
The “Codex Ebers” was discovered by a German archeologist in 1878 dating 1550 B.C. Which includes 800 therapeutic uses of those times including 22 uses for garlic.
Garlic is a species of the onion family “alliaceae.” It is close relative to the shallot, onion. Leek and chive and has been used not only for culinary use but medicinal as well. A bulb of garlic is the most commonly used part of the plant but as an immature plant the leaves, stems (Which are called scape) and the flower on the head of the “bulbis” which is called the “spathe” are also eatable.
In the Yunnan Providence of China the single bulb of garlic called the Pearl or Solo garlic is completely edible if it is immature and very tender as well. Whether raw or cooked the garlic clove has made its way into the culinary hearts of most everyone.
References to garlic have been found in Chinese texts as far back as 2000 years before Christ. It is written that it was used as a food as well as a healing agent.
Its antibiotic effects were first studied by Louis Pasteur in the mid-19th century. In the 20th century, Albert Schweitzer used it to treat amebic dysentery in Africa. By the 20th century, the science behind the medicinal value of garlic was understood.
The Aztecs used an indigenous variety of garlic as a seasoning and a remedy. One of their very favorite uses for garlic was to mix it with avocados because garlic creates heat which creates passion and the avocado (in their opinion) resembled testicles which together created a sensual experience that would never be forgotten.
The “Shakers” are an communal religious sector whom resided in upstate New York packages and sold garlic to relieve all manner of illnesses in the late 1800s.
Constantine Rafinesque' reported in his 1830 Medical Flora of the United States that the Cherokee used several species of wild garlic in their cooking and made tinctures for treating "the gravel".
United States turned away the use of garlic until the first part of the 20th century when it became commonly used by middle class working families, in suit with the number of immigrants who had used it prior to the 20's weather it was accepted or not.
They brought strains of garlic with them that had been grown by their families for generations of which some still exists in there original formula and can also be found in area around the world.
It was referred to as Bronx Vanilla, Halitosis and Italian perfume. The popular smell of garlic spread through working-class communities at meal time, peaking interest in the sense of smell and leading the kid’s home to the dinner table.
The "Root Doctors" of the Louisiana Bayou recommended garlic for "live things jumping around in your stomach". In other words, for all manner of worms and amoebas and still used today by them.
Garlic, ground with animal fat, was the leading antiseptic ointment used by many cultures, including Native American Cherokee who also used it in a variety of dishes especially trout.
In the rural Tennessee Mountains, wild garlic was collected as a spring tonic. In rural North Carolina, garlic was eaten for boils and pneumonia.
The Pennsylvania Dutch used wild garlic, which they called "Wilder Knowwelloch", to bring boils and ulcers to a head by putting it directly on the eruption. Inflamed bowels were treated by applying a mash of wild garlic and bran to the stomach. A tea made of the same was used as a liver tonic.
The Science behind the medicinal use of garlic was finally studied and understood in the United States. The discovery of the healing powers came from the volatile compounds in the garlic cloves.
Which was one milliliter of fresh garlic was as effective as one milligram of penicillin and during World War II when penicillin and sulfa could not be obtained, doctors used garlic juice to disinfect wounds and prevent gangrene.
Commonly referred to in folklore it was used to ward off Vampires, Nymphs who terrorized pregnant women and maidens at the threshold of marriage. It was said to ward off naysayer and those who would commonly give the evil eye.
Garlic has been used as aphrodisiac for centuries and is said to raise the sexual awareness and desires. Whether that is really true doesn't seem to ever be studied because if it's delusional implant to the brain works why mess with a good thing.
How ever, if your on a bad blind date if you eat a meal enhanced with garlic you may ward off the good night kiss that you do not want to happen. If you’re on a good date, make sure the both of you either indulge in eating the wonderful spice or stay away from it.
Not surprising at all is the fact that Americans consume over 250 million pounds of garlic per year and the dishes which are enhanced by its flavor are abundant as well as delicious.
Over centuries the medicinal uses for garlic have grown to a large number and include: colds, flu, menstrual pain, high blood pressure, coughs, gastrointestinal problems, bacteria, viruses, bronchitis, intestinal parasites, atherosclerosis, fungal infections, an antioxidant, prevention of some cancers and helps improve the immune system.
To many it is known as “The Miracle of Garlic” whether they all aide in prevention or cure is a common question. Some live by it as some believe it is all in the heads of the herbal naturalist. But whether it is the cure/prevention or not the mind is a wonderful healing tool it's self and with the power of suggestion of truth of healing is a possibility to could come into play.
What ever your use for garlic you have to be sure of one thing, it has a long history of many uses and you can always ward off a vampire if you have some on hand. So ends the history lesson of garlic.
Laura Elizabeth
Friday, February 19, 2010
Not one living soul who know's this child has come forward.
MEBANE NORTH CAROLINA JOHN DOE DOB:
Found: Sep 25, 1998
Height: 4'11" (150 cm)
Eyes: Unknown
Race: White
Age Now:
Sex: Male
Weight: 50 lbs (23 kg)
Hair: Brown
Found:
MEBANE
NC
United States
The child's body was found along Industrial Drive near Mebane, NC on September 25, 1998. The boy was estimated to be between 10 and 11 years of age. He was wearing "Fox Polo Club" brand khaki shorts, size 3 "2XS Sports" brand black and white athletic shoes, and white tube socks. He had sealant on the surfaces of some of his teeth. The above image is a computer-assisted facial reconstruction done by a forensic artist at the National Center for Missing & Exploited Children. Items such as eye color and hair style are the artist's estimations to complete the image, and should not be considered as significant markers for identification.
How could it possibly be that this child's body was found so many years ago and no one has come forward to claim him? I don't understand the thought process of that. This child was from somewhere, he had parents, friends, a school he attended, neighbors who would see him play in the yard.
Then to disappear and no one asks questions, no one mentions to the police that something seems to be amiss? No questions asked from school officials or anyone? What's wrong that somewhere along the way the signs were ignored.
It seems to me we live in a nation of people who do not pay enough attention to these signs which seems to allow these kind of terrible horrific acts I have read article after article about missing children and looked over studies done about missing children. The statistics are totally unbelievable to me. The amount of missing children over the years escalates whether they are family abductions or not.
I'm positive the cross matches have been checked with reported missing children and all of the right tests have shown conclusive information that this is not a child anyone has come forward claiming they are missing or it could be the facts were not checked into on public concerns, though there has certainly got to be a person or person's who knew this child in some capacity who has come forward only to be ignored or brushed off.
The sad truth is there the crime rate overall has escalated to the point that there is just not adequate staff to provide the proper resources to figure it out, Dropped in a section of cold case files until a new lead comes up. However, thank god the channels that are open to research missing children have grown over the years.
In one state research was done by posting a photo of a model child all over a community mall and the the model child was placed on a bench all by themselves and watched to see who would stop. The sad conclusion was that 3 people out of 100 stopped to ask the child why she was sitting there alone.
It's sad when our lives become so involved that we can't even pay attention to the little ones and whats going on. It seems the only children missing that get a lot of exposure on television are the only ones people seem to care about.
In reality we all care, it is a devastating situation for everyone except the molesters and murderers. I urge you to take that extra glance at any child you see wondering alone, sitting alone and notice who may be with a child that doesn't seem happy or well cared for.
Take time to visit the missing children sites and see who is missing, just by looking you may save a life. For this child it is way to late, I only hope that someone, somewhere, someday will see his photo and recognize who he is. I would like to see the day when responsible thug goes to jail for this. This child deserves justice so he may rest in peace.
Laura Elizabeth
The Grove Park Inn, Asheville North Carolina
The Grove Park Inn created by the vision of Edwin Wiley Grove and opened to the public in 1913. Where visitors from around the world ascend to the mountain heights to be taken in by its beauty and luxury along with the breath taking scenic views of mountains, the sky and the city of Asheville.
When you enter the grand Inn you are amazed by the home feeling and surprised when you approach the Great Hall where you find huge fire places, stone walls and over grand windows bring a sense of tranquility to all who partake in it's view. It seems bigger than life to be in a room made mostly of native granite that had been set piece by piece to create the atmosphere.
The fire places almost always lit and dozens of rocking chairs placed strategically to view the fire are hard to resist and if you relax you can be sure to order a cognac, glass of wine or even a hot cocoa from the bar and most likely listen to some comforting mountain music playing in the back ground.
You may wander, visiting the shops with ethnic gifts and trinkets to take home or see artwork of all varieties on display in the halls and in certain rooms. There is a grand ball room, fine dining, swimming and spa. The rooms for rent are lavishly decorated to show the era in which Grove entertained and the gardens and terrace are embossed with architecture and flowers that is most impressive and brings the feel of serenity.
A visit to the Grove is an event even for a resident of Asheville and surrounding towns people as well as outside visitors because we need to recapture its beauty on a constant basis. It reminds us that this is the feel of North Carolina.
We are a part of so many heritage back grounds that have brought much glorification to us. A visit prompts forgetting for a brief time the everyday drudgery of work and life to really live and embracing the happy peaceful times spent with friends and family, good food, good fun and relaxation.
Look forward to the day when you plan to visit the inn and bask in all of its glory, no matter the occasion. Plan to stay and partake in the real experience, I promise it will not be a let down.
As a family we visit the Grove Park Inn at least twice a year, once for a look at the Christmas decor and the gingerbread houses in competition and once during the summer to partake in the beauty of a summer day. I hope you all get the chance to visit this place at least once in your life.
The End
Laura Elizabeth
Snow again in the mountains
Now the ground, the rocks, trees and shrubs Covered with a overlay of white beauty is almost hard to see when you first open your eyes. Readjusting and taking a second glance prompts thoughts of ice skating and sledding. Heading for the coffee pot then sitting in front of the picture windows and basking in the bright light of the ground cover, accompanied by the bright morning sky which is softy adorned by fluffy clouds seems to bring your mind to a peaceful place.
One step outside into the beauty reminds you that winter has been to long in the mountains. The cold, wind, sleet and snow have come and gone far to often compared to years past. Travel becomes almost impossible compared to flatland because of fact that you never know what you are going to run into on the roads when you drive around the next bend. Where as in flatland's you can see for miles in the crisp clear morning air with the only problems being will your vehicle start, you must take it slow and careful while driving and will your car start.
In the mountains head-bolt heaters are virtually unheard of and some people haven't even heard of them. It just doesn't get that cold. Be that as it may, when you live in the North Carolina mountains 30 degrees is just plain to cold. You get used to the climate and intensely hot summers which makes it unbearable when the temps go down to far.
In all of the 8 years I have been here there has not been a strong winter like this, where you loose electricity for days on end or the snow has not come and gone in a matter of one or two days. Now we feel the depressive thoughts and the anticipation of warmer weather. Where as in my native State of Minnesota, you are well planned in the idea that winter is going to last for months and you settle back with books to read, movies to watch or go ice fishing, skating, snowmobiling and skiing.
In these mountains it could be 80 degrees next week. It's very unpredictable. Just as never, in the eight years I have lived here have we had a building number of tornado watches and warnings. Though they are not unheard of in the mountains, it just doesn't happen on a regular basis as it does in other parts of the country.
Along with many other people in the mountains I look forward to the warm sunny days of spring , where once again we will open our doors and windows and plant our gardens. Hike in the mountains and explore the spring festivals with plenty of good food to eat and wonderful mountain music to be heard. Until then, when the snow has hit again and again I will do the best I can to bask in the glory of the snows beauty and remember, no mater what, spring has to be on it's way.
The End
Laura Elizabeth
Interview
Laura Elizabeth I had a interview with 1st Angel Magazine and it was wonderful. Take a look.
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Tuesday, February 9, 2010
Well now! Here's my blog!
This is me going tooling in the vert. I was undercover that day!
I began this blog last year and then simply ignored it. I have decided to open it up and take a look into how I can utilized it to spread the word. What ever the word may be I am sure it's going to be a interesting ride. I will be doing daily or bi-daily entries and I hope you enjoy them, join this blog page and follow what I have to add to the world. Welcome to the world as I see it. Laura Elizabeth
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