The holy trinity

This is the father, the son and the holy ghost, right? Ghost??? I can get the father bit; God. The son is a little bit more obscure...but the ghost? Is that what women were called at the time? Honestly, why would God go to all the trouble when it could be simplified; father, mother and the son - obvious! Or God, Godess and the little cherub is fine too.

Immaculate conception has been discussed and researched for years. Apparently it is possible for it to happen. No matter how far-fetched, it is still a female thing. So the father could not immaculately conceive the son. No matter the amount of holy ghost that went into it, unless the holy ghost was the conceiver - in which case it is a woman.
Now the only truly famous woman through the history of christianity is Maria Magdalene - Jesus' girlfriend, maybe she even was his wife, maybe she had his child? Now we call her holy because she hung out with "The Man". But basically she was branded as a harlot. Jesus was shagging her, she was a harlot and everybody knows this is a sin - Her sin, not his. He may shag, she may NOT! So of course she became the saint for every lost, scared and lonely woman through the ages...who else is there really for a girl to pray to?

Numerology

Another year coming up. This is a good thing. I have checked out numerology which is quite interesting. I would not stake my life on it, but connected with a bit of everything it paints an interesting picture. Simplified, to fit Anna's day-to-day philosofical musings, it looks like this:

Numerology-wise this year, 2008, is the number 1 (2+0+0+8=10=1+0=1). Number 1 is the first; starting up, new beginnings, input, the first movement. This fits so well for me it's amazing. This is the first year I feel truly settled in my new life, the year I am taking the first steps towards creating my existence, not just surviving.
Last year, 2007 makes the number 9. This number symbolizes ends, death, wrapping up and also wisdom. The end before the beginning. Again, it fits so well.
Next year, 2009 makes 11. so it can go to 2 (1+1) or stay 11 since 11 is a master number that does not change. (Together with 22 - my birthday) So 2009 will be a great year for me, first steps taken to creation, double master numbers. Imagine my birthday 2009 wohoo!

Strawberry margaritas

I hit the bars last night with a friend. There is this area of wall-to-wall-bars and it's great. We started out at a pub for dinner and a pitcher of strawberry margaritas - I love! Well fed we then did the whole tour. We started at one end and worked our way through all the bars. Him being a gentleman and keeping check of my jacket, me getting progressively happier, higher and wilder until I was dancing with everybody everywhere, having a great time. YOOOHOOO PARTYYY!
I don't go out very often, and when I go out this is exactly how I want it to be. Today has been a quiet day with good food, lots of rest and my daughters great company.

Wear your hat with pride!

I saw an old movie about a small village. This one man in the village had many different duties: postman, trader, driver... Every one of his duties had its own hat. The man changed his hats to define the duty he was executing. So as a trader he would recieve the mail (wearing the traders hat) and then he changed the hat for the postman hat to deliver the mail.

I find this interesting and true; don't we all wear our different hats depending on the occasion? I know that I do, and not only that; I enjoy my different hats. They are a game to be played. After all, is not life, society, just another scene on which we deliver our lines and paint our make-believe lives? When we are children we do it all the time, what makes us think that we ever stop just because we are adults? Ha!

For every new situation in life, we create or imitate another role. Sometimes they function, other times not. But nothing is really original. So let's all just go for our different hats and have some fun on the stage of life!

Christmas

Next time I wake up it will be christmas, well it has actually been christmas for the last 7 minutes. I don't feel it. All around me people are having expectations for christmas. I am alone. My house is quiet, even the animals are sleeping, and the fire is warm...it's just very empty. This is not the first time I spend christmas alone. Last time I spent it in a club surrounded by scantily clad, coked out santasess'. That was fun. Different and absurd but fun. I came home at 5 o'clock in the morning.

This christmas is not fun. I am not going to a club, my phone is not ringing...it could be any day of the year for all I am noticing. It is only because I know that today I should be with loved ones that makes it such a sad day for me. This year I didn't want to be alone. So I turn it into any day of the year and thats that. Me and millions of others around the world can't be wrong...or can we?

Restless for freedom

I am restless. There is a need for movement in me that is un-fulfilled. I want to go somewhere uncluttered; the mountains or vast forests. I would like to ride for days. The wild girl in me is growing increasingly restless in this tame life of society.
Now I am alone for a week and that increases my restlessness. I want movement and unending skies. I want to run and fly in the wilderness. I miss my forest.

Chaos theory

"It has been said that something as small as the flutter of a butterfly's wing can ultimately cause a typhoon halfway around the world."

Funny work-out perspective

I found this funny story today, have to share it since it is hysterical. Anybody who ever worked out will have a good laugh:

For my birthday this year, my daughter (the dear) purchased a week of personal training at the local health club for me. Although I am still in great shape since being a high school football cheerleader 43 years ago, I decided it would be a good idea to go ahead and give it a try. I called the club and made my reservations with a personal trainer named Belinda, who identified herself as a 26-year-old aerobics instructor and model for athletic clothing and swim wear. My daughter seemed pleased with my enthusiasm to get started! The club encouraged me to keep a diary to chart my progress.

MONDAY: Started my day at 6:00 a.m. Tough to get out of bed, but found it was well worth it when I arrived at the health club to find Belinda waiting for me. She is something of a Greek goddess. Belinda gave me a tour and showed me the machines. I enjoyed watching the skillful way in which she conducted her aerobics class after my workout today. Very inspiring! Belinda was encouraging as I did my sit- ups, although my gut was already aching from holding it in the whole time she was around. This is going to be a FANTASTIC week!

TUESDAY: I drank a whole pot of coffee, but I finally made it out the door. Belinda made me lie on my back and push a heavy iron bar into the air then she put weights on it! My legs were a little wobbly on the treadmill, but I made the full mile. Belinda’s rewarding smile made it all worthwhile. I feel GREAT! It’s a whole new life for me.

WEDNESDAY: The only way I can brush my teeth is by laying the toothbrush on the counter and moving my mouth back and forth over it. I believe I have a hernia in both pectorals. Driving was OK as long as I didn’t try to steer or stop. I parked on top of a GEO in the club parking lot. Belinda was impatient with me, insisting that my screams bothered other club members. Her voice is a little too perky for that early in the morning and when she scolds, she gets this nasally whine that is VERY annoying. My chest hurt when I got on the treadmill, so Belinda put me on the stair monster. Why the hell would anyone invent a machine to simulate an activity rendered obsolete by elevators? Belinda told me it would help me get in shape and enjoy life. She said some other shit too.

THURSDAY: Belinda was waiting for me with her vampire-like teeth exposed as her thin, cruel lips were pulled back in a full snarl. I couldn’t help being a half an hour late - it took me that long to tie my shoes. Belinda took me to work out with dumbbells. When she was not looking, I ran and hid in the restroom. She sent another skinny bitch to find me. Then, as punishment, she put me on the rowing machine — which I sank.

FRIDAY: I hate that bitch Belinda more than any human being has ever hated any other human being in the history of the world. Stupid, skinny, anemic, anorexic little cheerleader. If there was a part of my body I could move without unbearable pain, I would beat her with it. Belinda wanted me to work on my triceps. I don’t have any triceps! And if you don’t want dents in the floor, don’t hand me the damn barbells or anything that weighs more than a sandwich. The treadmill flung me off and I landed on a health and nutrition teacher. Why couldn’t it have been someone softer, like the drama coach or the choir director?

SATURDAY: ; Belinda left a message on my answering machine in her grating, shrilly voice wondering why I did not show up today. Just hearing her voice made me want to smash the machine with my planner; however, I lacked the strength to even use the TV remote and ended up catching eleven straight hours of the Weather Channel.

SUNDAY: I’m having the Church van pick me up for services today so I can go and thank GOD that this week is over. I will also pray that next year my daughter (the little shit) will choose a gift for me that is fun – like a root canal or a hysterectomy. I still say if God had wanted me to bend over , he would have sprinkled the floor with diamonds!!!

More

Here is the next informative video about unhealthy eating. Watch this.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4IGtDPG4UfI

to be continued...

Health

Check out this video and think seriously about what consequences this will have for future generations:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SRSGUZrOU_w

to be continued...

Technology

When it functions I love it! Computers are wonderful. But when something goes wrong, oh my, there is nothing as irritating and frustrating. I have spent an entire morning trying to download a anti-virus program and it is just not functioning. I even paid for it! I have chatted with support - 3 times and it still doesn't function. Now nobody is talking to me...suppose they all went for lunch - in the middle of a support-chat?

AAAARRGHHHH!!!

Essential oils

I have missed my oils, or rather the passion for them, for some time. All my plans for aromatherapy and how I wanted to work came to nil here in Lux because of different laws. That combined with chaos just put the passion on hold somehow. Now my passion is rekindled. I picked up some oils whilst in England and spent some time with one of my "oldies" in the field - it is like a new start. (By the way..."oldies" applies to anybody who was in this business when I started, 20 years ago.)
So I am off on the next chapter of my aromatherapy journey, curious to see where my oils will take me this time.

Angels

I met an Angel today. People have laughed at my Angels so now I will write every time I meet an Angel, just to show you that they are real.
I had parked my car in a parking house and when I went to get it the machine did not accept my ticket. Since this is Luxembourg there is ALWAYS somebody around to help you. So I knocked on the door to the guardians hut. He was clearly irritated and waved me away, pointing to the machine. I told him the machine didn't want to eat my ticket, nor be friendly with me and I really did need to get my car. The guy got really upset and told me to go to the machine.
Again I told him about the unfriendliness of the machine, and how it was upsetting me not to be able to pay my ticket and get my car. Maybe he would be better friends with the machine....seeing as they were - after all - co-workers.
The guy stomped out, red in the face, eyes bulging. He stood really close to me, breathing deeply (not towering exactly since I was wearing heels and he was quite small, but still) and suddenly he smiled and said:
Well, it is my call and I can do exactly as I feel like. And today I feel like......letting you get your car for free. Whereupon he escorted me to my car, kissed my hand and left.

Astonished and humbly grateful

I had a meeting with somebody this week. A friend / teacher / business associate / advisor. He is a lot of different things to me and I have a deep respect for him as a person and a professional. We have not seen each-other for many years and I have, during the last 5 years, lived in a state of upheaval, change and chaos.
During these years I lost track of myself, where I was going and what my capabilities are. Chaos requires constant change and fast thinking...it is like a kind of war-time, so into this chaos-zone I stepped and managed to handle it without too much trouble. Except that I lost track of my peace-time zone.
Meeting this man brought me back to myself. He called me smart, brave, pioneer and professional. He helped me to remember where and who I was before chaos set in. I now have a clear view of what I want to accomplish, how to do it and why. It is like finally having a structure that fits. He made me feel good about myself and he showed me a picture of myself that I can very much like and honor. I am astonished because I had so lost track of myself and I am humbly grateful for the greatness this man showed me that I have.

Lifestyle

Lifestyle as in food and movement!
Stopped smoking almost a year ago (after 35 years!!!). One day I knew that was the day...and it was. I payed attention to my eating since I REALLY DID NOT WANT TO GAIN WEIGHT. Did it work? No. I gained and gained. Nothing I did seemed to be able to reverse the "enlargening" movement. It was horrible. My mantra that kept me together was: "I am not smoking..." over and over again. Finally I stopped gaining at +6kg.
On top of that I had constant muscular aches, very low energy-levels and my digestive system broke down completely. I had an analysis done that showed very high levels of heavy metals, especially quicksilver (from cigarettes) in my system. Detoxing from smoking was making me sick and I was in bad shape.

At this point I started checking out nutrition and excersice - all kinds. Since I don't have the time or the inclination to go to a gym, I had to find something I could do at home. I got together quite some good programs that shaped me up using only bodyweight. I did detox with herbs and aloe vera. I used an elimination (detox) diet and I tried every known exercise form. I am slowly growing smaller, but I have realized that my body needs time to heal, and I will not get back to normal until my body is good and ready...otherwise I would be the fittest and best-toned woman around by now. My energy-levels are up, the aches and pains are gone and my digestive system is slowly building up to normal.
What I have found is:
Nutrition; just keep everything in balance. It is good to start a elimination-diet to become aware of how your body reacts to different food-stuffs. And to learn to eat well.
Exercise; you can have nice every-day exersice programs that you do at home every or every second day. They need not be very long or complicated.

I have searched the net, talked to nutritionists and trainers, tried different programs. I don't believe in diets; I believe in healthy eating. I believe in exercise, but I don't believe it needs to be heavy-duty or time-consuming. I am basically a lazy person who wants to look good. I have found easy ways of doing this. I train every day and I don't feel that I am giving up anything.
Here are some of my sites that I found:

Elimination diet:
www.daxmoy-pts.co.uk/index.asp
check under flap for "free stuff" and elimination diet.

The best exercize for women, tones your body, helps with posture, minor back-problems and energy. Fits every age and person. This is my basic work-out:
www.t-tapp.com/home/

Good trainingtips and advice from a friend of mine:
www.getfit.lu

Free gifts of trainingprograms, nutrition, health etc, starting the 10 of december:
www.12daysoffitness.com/

Enjoy feeling healthy, strong, energetic and beautiful. Be the best you can!

Of no consequence at all

Sometimes I think that I should write really intelligent posts about politics, economy and such, but I find it so boring. Besides which I would - in my ignorance - make a total fool of myself.
Or I could write deep thoughts on poetry and film...I could do that, but again....boring. So many clever people out there writing clever things. So I stick to my observations of the world (could be anything) and thoughts about that.

Attitude & Beliefs

I was approached by a lady at a networking event. She was very interested in what I do (stress-management) and we made contact. Some time later she invited me for lunch with her associate (owner of the company) to discuss and see if we might find some way of working together as they are coaches.
It was all very nice and friendly but after talking a while it became obvious that I don't have a corporate background which they do. At this point the "talk" was already over. To the owner- lady only corporate exists and the minute she realized that I have never been on any board of anything corporate, she completely lost interest and tuned me out. After that we chit-chatted about different things until the lunch was over.
Finally she said something along the line of: "Well, I suppose the best way for you to get any client is by having them on your massage-table". It was said very nicely indeed....but with an unmistakably cutting edge. Very rude. I left feeling like an idiot. I wanted to go back and tell them they had me all wrong, but of course I didn't. I am a very proud person.

A couple of months later, I was again at a networking event. The same lady that approached me before came in through the door. She looked embarrassed when she saw me, nodding her hello and quickly looking away. This, more than anything else, told me that to her I had been a mistake. I obviously did not fit in the scheme and I got the feeling that she had been told off by lady-boss. She had brought a companion (new girl on the team) and spent the rest of the evening avoiding me, which left her stranded with the new girl, since most everybody was hanging about discussing with me about the topic of the evening.

After mulling this over, I spoke to some corporate friends of mine and told them the story without going into detail or names. They were all horrified by it, and told me that professional is professional and nothing changes that. Who you are or where you come from is uninteresting. What is interesting is: Can you deliver? Do you have an accessible personality?
Well, I can deliver and I do have an accessible personality. I am friends with the people these ladies want for clients.

The whole incident reminded me of school. The pretty girls club and the checking out if you would fit. Well, I didn't fit then, and I don't fit now. I go my own way, I have my attitude and I get along fine with everybody everywhere. And never would I want to change this. I believe I rock!

Monday Morning Mood

This morning I woke up feeling low, un-energetic and bored. The skies were grey, old snow was slowly melting, turning into grey-brown slush. Oh to stay in bed and forget all about today.
Depressed, low, bored...
Too easy to get stuck there; beginning to feel sorry for myself, too much empty time to fill, lots to do and no inclination to do it. Boohoohoo.
So I got up and decided to give this new day a chance; Exercise...that is a good pick-me-up. Music makes the heart expand and puts a smile on my face. Colourful eyeshadow...why not? Pretty clothes, mood way up there and 2 espressos later I booted my computer:
Good News!!! Plenty good news; yes to my tender, yes to my powerlunch, yes to my day of massage, yes to interesting meetings...yes, yes, yes!
On the private side there were plenty of touching, funny and loving notes from friends and family dear to my heart.
Today could also have been the choice to stay in bed with a hot water bottle, a good book and a cup of tea. Or maybe with my computer - to write those pending articles. That would have been a divine day as well.

It only goes to show that every day is a possibility for something wonderful if we just give it a chance. We are all responsible for our own moods and how we choose to interpret things. We can choose to make every day special in its own way. And I do believe in the magnetic power of attraction. A smile is like the sun on a grey day, today I was the sun on the grey day.

Love + Gratitude

I think these are the two most powerful words that exist. They invoke the best of humanity.
"I love you"
"Thank you"
How often do we say this to others? Often enough? Think how it feels when this is said to you; the feeling of warmth, peace and joy that spreads throughout your system.
How often do we say this to ourselves? Often enough? Ever? How can we believe in love and gratitude if we do not feel it towards ourselves? How can our systems function properly without this basic awareness of self?

Introducing Mr Masaru Emoto. He has done studies with water that boggles the mind. Keep in mind how much water we are made up of. The picture of the crystal above is water labelled Love + Gratitude. See how beautiful it is. Check out his website for some of the amazing work he does:
http://www.masaru-emoto.net/

Cocktails

I love cocktails. The word makes me think of beautiful gowns, perfume, finger-foods, decadence and fun. I once knew a cocktail-creator who made me cocktails in all the colors of the rainbow, each more delicious than the last...and they all went to my head.
A cocktailparty is an easygoing way to meet people, mingle and connect without too much pressure. Everybody moves around, chats, kisses in dark corners and enjoys secret fun. It is a timeless element of extravaganza that I do not want to do without. It is by far my favourite form of partying. Cocktailparties are also about gorgeous dresses, high heels, outrageous hairdoes and make-up.
There is this one holy part of life that is called enjoyment, don't ever forget that!

Liking people

I like people, I am genuinly interested in who they are, what they do and why. It doesn't necessarily mean that I get emotionally involved, I just enjoy them and their stories.
Every person has a story, with some kind of oddness to it. No matter how they look, seem or talk. Everybody has a story. If you are patient and willing, you will learn their stories and this is a gift. Sometimes it may teach you a lot about yourself. And when you are ready to listen to others, they are ready to like you. It is so simple...it is all about warmth. I believe the "new" way is through communication and cooperation. I connect with people on a deep level, I value their stories, ideas and advice. In return I get valuable advice, ideas and some very nice hugs.....I like people!

Dress codes

I live in Luxembourg, corporate Luxembourg. Everybody wears a suit - man and woman alike - except me...for very good reasons; 1) my shoulders are too wide to fit in a female jacket. A male jacket will fit nicely except for 2) my breasts are too big. So I don't wear suits. If I could, I probably would, just to fit in. As it is, I tend to swing the other way. I love clothes, I love outrageous and, as every girl, I do enjoy a dress-up. Don't need much of an occasion for that!

Yesterday was American Chamber of Commerce Thanksgiving Dinner. I was there, dressed in my pretty black cocktail dress and outrageously high silver heels. With pink eye-make-up, pink orchideae in my hair and pink schal...I was so there.
I was the only one....so.....there.....everybody came from work. Now this is a potentially VERY embarassing situation. I felt slightly uncomfortable until I realized that there was not much I could do about it, so I enjoyed my evening, made new friends, exchanged business-cards and was hugged by the ambassador (who probably loved my shoes...). During the dinner I actually told my fellow table-mates of how to raise pigs!!! (as opposed to turkey...national differences)

Tonight was a presentation about media in Luxembourg. I had a lovely time. The speaker is an acquaintance of mine whom I always liked. (Tonight he became my friend) After the talk some of us hung out in the bar till the wee hours, discussing whatever happened to come along. I met new people who told me their interesting stories. I was told by one young woman that I always look like a moviestar (she loves my outfits) and another woman told me I am interesting for my style and accomplished listening.

I felt honoured and humble and great! I have stopped playing games. I wear my style no matter if it fits or not. I am personal, my whole make-up - including what I do for business - is personal. And no matter what one might think of my slightly unconventional style...people remember me and that is valuable when networking.

Learning

I have as a motto to learn at least one new thing per day. It may be something very trivial or life-changingly important. Todays new thing, so far, is important but boring; how to know my "caisse maladie" and what / when to pay into it. I sent them a letter...and a fax - just to be on the safe side. I stuck a piece of paper with all their details on my wall next to the desk. For now, until I know it by heart:-)
Living in a new country with new languages offers many odd situations. Since everything is new, the systems are different and the language barely understood it is like stepping back to early youth. Like the first years of leaving home; how do I pay a bill? Where is my bank? What does that mean? And why? So I can spend many days here being proud of all the "new" things I have learned, even though it is the second time around in my life - so far.

Miracles

Religious mumbo jumbo? Walking on water? Walking on fire? I know people who walk on fire. I even know a little boy who easily walked back and forth on fire, dancing on it. Or rather, glowing coals - a 5 meter long and 1,5m wide bed of glowing coals. He was 8 years old at the time. Jesus? No, just a boy - the son of a very dear friend. He saw the coal-walking and said with such surity: "I want to do that". His mother, who is a very understanding woman, said "of course, my darling." Contrary to the adults doing the fire-walking, the boy didn't need any preparation at all. He took of his shoes, rolled up his trouserlegs and with a look of fierce concentration he walked upon the bed of glowing coals. Halfway over a wide smile spread over his face. After that he walked again and again. Miracle?

Everything is possible and limitless. Children live in limitlessness, therefore they can do things which most adults would never believe possible. In many cultures children have a semi-god-like status because of this.
All adults had this limitlessness, we were all children. What happened?

I believe in miracles, and they happen to me all the time. From the tiniest, most insignificant thing to huge obvious matters. I notice them all, and I give thanks for them all.
Recently I had a miracle happen to me:
My washingmachine broke down and I found a new one on an ad. I went to get it and brought it home. Once it was plugged in, I started a wash. The machine made the most horrific noise and burned, very stinkingly. I was devastated. All this work and the money I could ill afford. I called the people who very kindly said they would of course give me back my money. Next day I found a brand new machine for slightly more money. I bought it, brought it home and installed it.
Now I had 2 ugly machines which I didn't know what to do with sitting outside the house. I could not afford to have them taken away, and I didn't know where to take them myself, nor when. Besides which they were blocking my door and the next morning at 10 am I had a very important client coming to see me, and the machines didn't add to the good impression I wanted to make.
The next morning at nine o'clock my doorbell rang. Outside stood an old man with his assistant and a truck on the road. He asked me very kindly if they could have my 2 useless washin-machines, please. (These men were of course angels of miracle - unbeknownst to them.)

Now interestingly enough. When I tell this story most people say "Oh, what bad luck". Only a few see the real story and say "Wow, you are so lucky!"

success stories

All success stories seem so easy, as if a fairy godmother had waved her wand and "voilà" it is done. This is not the case, on the contrary, it is about conquering fear.

Each success story begins with an impulse - sometimes a very small one, hardly even a movement of the air, but it triggers something inside. Most often it isn't even noticed unless the time is right. When acted upon, this tiny impulse grows into life. It's breathtaking; everything seems to fall in place, all the right signals are there. And it is easy, it is always initially easy. Things, people and moments just magically appear at the time when they are the most needed. Sometimes even before you know the need. So it's a little bit like "paint-by-numbers"...up to a point.
That's when it gets difficult or painful or scary. This is where many people abandon the project because the "flow" is gone. The people who stay through this intensely difficult stage are the winners. They are the ones with the success-stories. To grow is to conquer fear. Who ever said it would be easy? The bigger load you are carrying from programming and, for you, wrong beliefs, the more conquering to be done, it is a learning experience. If you are not prepared to push also when there is no hope in sight, you do not believe. And when you do not believe, you can not achieve.

Introduction

Life is full of boundaries. We are taught from the very beginning what is not possible. Little by little we are stifled, pushed into a box. Fear arises as we become victims of our lives. Through life we nourish secret dreams. "Day-dreaming is a sin". Everything that might rock the boat, sorry, the box, must go. And thus programmed we live in our shattered lives with broken dreams and empty hearts.

AD2000 is about breaking boundaries.
AD is me, Anna Dannfelt, AD is also Anno Domini.
2000 is the time when female energy comes into its right and makes itself useful.
It is also the year when I finally stepped out of the box and decided to go for it. I would meet every one of my fears face on and conquer them. I did, and do and keep on doing. Along the way I am learning many wisdoms and lessons. This blog is to share them with you, dear readers.

Little by little I will tell the story.