Monday 28 May 2012

Heal with your mind! TAKe CoNTRoL


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Heal with your mind! TAKe CoNTRoL

From nicotine to drug addiction, even cancer we can all help yourself through the power of the mind. Techniques that work together to form stimulation to the subconscious mind.
Thunder down Under
What a name, exactly who I am.
If you have LOvE, LiFE on shaky ground, then you may need to learn how to
TAKe CoNTRoL through different techniques which all can work individually or through the series of books each technique will be talked about in deepth.
Have you felt, life is worthless? Why continue on, if you have hit the wall. Found out you had cancer, and your whole life flashed before you.
Most people at some stage through their lives hit the wall. It maybe the wall of success, it could be never thought it would or could happen to them, it is really the ability to pick up the pieces of life that are required to move on in a positive way.
When you’re from Australia, life is a little different however we all over the world have our lives shattered through many mishaps or not thinking for another member of the family, or towards another member of the family.
Within my life I live in Sydney, love travel, enjoy my family and would like a life without Thunder, ThaT’s RighT. Why would anyone want Thunder in their life?
As many of you will have realized by my books the titles relate to me in some way, so with Thunder down under, was a boat that I believed was perfect, did my husband take a second look no…..for me until lately I have always wondered. So Thunder down Under Magnum inboard stern drive 454hp cubic inch…wow powerful, it had two front and two rear seats, the inside of the boat was tidy. The blue and red stripe, awesome looking from the tip of the nose and to the rear of the boat.
For many people this boat, Thunder down Under was not achievable to have. For some reasons it was powerful, it sat low in the water therefore flat water was a need to run this boat. Many weekends we would have 19 people waterskiing with us, so this boat was powerful to take the guys bare footing down the river which I LOved to do. Flying as flat down as you could hummering on the river, if you backed off, they were off. The driving at full throttle with the need to keep flying what ever happened.
Bare footing, waterskiing is just a vehicle in itself, a fast moving action alone however without a boat you go nowhere. Without the ability to be good at the sport you get left behind. Many woman do water ski, fewer barefoot and as we get older…(Gee I hate this old part). You do lose the ability; this is when you have to find something else to do. So you keep the style of living ability of TAKe CoNTRoL and with LOve being shaky the joint efforts towards moving in a direction with friends does make the difference.
How does it feel, the flying out of control in the forward direction without looking back it feels fantastic. Does it what? When you feel you are in control, think of the 454 cubic inch motor, the pull on the propeller, the lifting of the nose out of the water driving at full throttle down the river. Wind in your hair, so I wear a cap normally, I used to wear goggles. Why? Because the tears would run from my eyes through the wind would ruin my vision. Did it stop me? NO….just finds a way, as all is achievable. You may not think that it is, however with some support the hard steps to get off the wrong direction and come back on track is not hard. The hard part is the start. When we start, just like waterskiing. We need to hang on, we need to hold tight, maybe shut your eyes. We could take a breath; we push through the chains or barriers or maybe with skiing the water that sucks you in. Holding you back if you hang on, it will let go of you. The wet feeling of the water leaving your body and bursting through to the wind and the freedom is so exhilarating.
Confidence, being sure that you could see ahead enough to be safe. The fellows would be able to push themselves if I kept in control. Some of how I have learnt TAKe CoNTRoL I believe is moving in the fast lane, hitting the throttle and not looking back.
Thunder down Under, never came home. I did dream however I was the only one dreaming….it does make a difference the joint involvement, the helping each other. When you have a dream that is shared it will be able to be given a chance.
When you feel life is out of control, PANIC has come into the equation, putting a not in control sign up. We just have to pause, think for a while what to do next and not fret that the next step is two big. It is achievable even when you are flying at supersonic speeds in the wrong direction we can come back on track.
Within the series of TAKe CoNTRoL self help books we do look at different ways and ideas to work within your relationships and times within your life. Some people are hit with problems that many of us, do not have. Some of us, feel when we have problems with someone we LOve we will never recover.
Our self help series TAKe CoNTRoL life is fantastic, or better than Thunder will from my perspective believe it is worth a chance to try something new, even from down under to move the problem and help your own life to get better.
Thank you for reading or continue to read my books with in the TAKe CoNTRoL series, even just by reading one book you will without really noticing that your life will be better, just ask someone in a month or so when you have been implementing the types of programs within your own life how your own attitude at life will improve.
Life is great, when you look at it upside down.
Book Release coming. TAKe CoNTRoL Series
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Inspiration Henry Lawson and a lone soldiers grave


Inspiration Henry Lawson and a lone soldiers grave

Credit: Jennifer Stone
Henry Lawson inspiration to many authors.
Great Australians need to be celebrated, even the forgotten Soldier a Private. There is a story, I uncovered one of the stories picking a grave and researching about where they interlinked.
Inspiration for the last 2.5 hours started by inspiration of my surroundings and by who had influenced me during my childhood.
French Street. North Sydney was where my Private Francis had grown up. Many months of research to find the home, the start of the journey that would be documented in some parts by In The Cross Fire.
As I walked away from French Street, the words from the Banksia Man rang loud and clear. Why?
This was circling in my head, Why had I stopped and listened and nobody else had. It was a Sunny afternoon in January. I arrived at my car, thinking I did hear the Banksia Man and maybe there was something in the story that needed rewriting, or adding too. Maybe even the idea of the history of the area and the families that had been broken up during the efforts of the war.
They say if you are aware you will hear more than at face value. Yes, the listening that is the main problem today, everyone is in such a rush. Why would anyone stop and listen to the Banksia Man. I must be crazy, owe Plum Crazy what a nick name I have really when you think about it. Really I was pretty crazy to listen to the words from the Banksia Man and feel there is more to this story. Where this inspiration has taken me, to the depths of danger in Kings Cross following a Private Franicis that started in French Street North Sydney.
I do enjoy research, so why not. Find out a bit more about the war, Gallipolli, the Australians that lived in the area of the Banksia Man from French Street and I might look up the other nick name I have Donkey.
Yes, there was a Donkey that I would love to learn about. So I did come home that night with an air about me, that I knew I could write down the life and the history from a few more visits from the Banksia Man in French Street.
I thought about what I had learned at school, and really I didn’t know that much. Yes a donkey a famous donkey I could remember about. Then there was Gallipolli and I could remember one Anzac day doing the real Australian rememberance, of Anzac March in Sydney and planting a poppy at a grave with a friend. For a lady who had been in the war. Yes a poppy, the poppy was a symbol of the fields of flowers that represented the area of fighting.
Other people I knew about was Henry Lawson had lived at North Sydney near this area as my Grandmother, Nana as I called her had a much loved book about Henry Lawson that floated around the loungeroom that I could remember. Henry Lawson had always been in my memory when I called our third child after a lady which Henry Lawson talked about was Clara Southwick who I had heard my grandmother talk about. It may have just been the Southwick part as Nana was a Southwick from the mountains.
Maybe the Banksia Man was just talking about the area which I had as a child loved to hear about the way life used to be. How the dramas of real life now is so different to life back in the early 1900’s and then into the war when Australia was just a new nation.
The vegetables and the farms in this year that feed the nation through Sydney markets. This had a passion with me as we were from the Markets now, in Flemington Sydney which had moved many years ago from Sydney Paddy’s Market area, Haymarket. My husband’s family had been third generation farmers and merchants feeding the area with fruit and vegetables. It is a hard life being a farmer when I was young I had packed the oranges, in to those net bags in the supermarket. Graded fruit and even picked the fruit. We had both worked hard running and being a wife to a farm that had been in the family for such a long time.
I had walked around the area a little this Sunday afternoon, noticing the sandstone buildings that were so well looked after on Blue’s Point Road. I had meandered along the streets noticing and seeing old survey marks along the edge of the street and noting the levels of the footpath all going down to the harbour where you could see the divided road for the ferry.
The Ferry house is a landmark, where Billy Blue started the ferries and his son William continued with the ferries crossing of the harbour moving the fruit and vegetables to the market. Moving the people from the northern side of the harbour to the southern side allowing the towns to keep building and growing.
The lookout on the point known as Blue’s Point after Billy Blue, has a fantastic view of the harbour bridge, with the Opera House on the eastern side of the bridge. The rocks area of Dawes Point you can see clearly. The people climbing on the bridge looked like specs upon the skyline.
This was the year I decided I would spend some time finding out about some of the people and some of the places that the Banksia Man had spoken about.
There was a pub on the corner of French Street where I sat and uponed about what it was really like to live in this suburb back in the days of the 1900’s and today where the coffee shops and little curiosity shops dotted the robina tree lined street. I thought of home for a second with our robina trees along our driveway. How the Banksia Man had me thinking and pondering where do I start and how to tell the story with as much passion and drive that I had found the Banksia Man had told me.
I thought I was just seeing the crisscross of how our lives move and the links we can find to take us back to our heritage may just be a tree in the yard of an old home really sees the passing of people noticing the little things in life that we are too busy to see.
Since I was young I too would run around and be busy, I was so busy one year I nearly forgot my daughters birthday. Life really is busy. To stop and ponder what really surrounds us each and every day is a skill and really an art form that we can forget to do and it is important to remember not just our relations of long ago. It is important for us to know how hard life really was and how much pride we all had for Australia at the time of us coming a nation.
A couple of weekends before we had travelled to Waverley, just by chance we went walking through the Cemetry a little sign Henry Lawsons grave seemed so little and insignificant. We walked and talked as to looking out at the view, the age of the cemetery was very old and the graves some grand and others there are no marks. Just a plot where they lay. The forgotten society, when we saw the sign Henry Lawson’s grave this way, we were humbled to be standing in front of one of Australian’s greatest poet and story writer an author. Just a grave, I did go home and check as I couldn’t believe my eyes someone so famous and really his grave was open to all to come and pay there respects.
What I read I had found Henry Lawson was one of the first Australians that weren’t a Judge or a Prime Minister who had a State Funeral, this was fitting, the Prime Minister of the day, W.M. Hughes and the State Premier Jack Lang were in attendance. The Late Henry Lawson was born in the country and had great experience about the bush around NSW and outback Australia that he wrote about in his poems and stories.
Again, we had a rare glimpse of an Australia that many had forgotten about or too busy to notice. Maybe the Banksia Man would have heard of Henry Lawson as his face was honoured by being placed on our ten dollar paper note in 1966
I thought of Henry Lawson, a famous Australian author who in 1903 bought a room from a poet herself Mrs Isabella Byers. Both at the time had parted from their partners and a strong friendship joined with the passion for the poety and writing. Mrs Byers had also some knowledge regarding publishers and door knocked to get Henry Lawson some book deals and regain his life from his problems.
Mrs Byers looked after Henry for the last 20 years of his life, it was the greatest of friendships. Mrs Byers was the housekeeper and looked after Henry when he was the most celebrated Australian Author. Henry Lawson withdrew from society and Mrs Byers helped Henry to get his life in order from his ex wife and to contact with his children. Henry Lawson had even served time because of non payment of alimony. Alcoholism and unfortunate royalty deals kept Henry poor thou famous in his own right. Mrs Byers was a very good friend and helped Henry out to sort out his life.
For many people these days with these problems of marriage breakdowns and family upheavels we forget how precious our own life is. How we move around society and our own life normally only thinking about ourself first. It is nice to read and feel the vibes that back in the early 1900’s generosity to others was flourishing. When you see where the people of society we admire, there has been a large amount of generosity from them, they have left a mark on this world may not be a great famous writer however you can tell that many people think about others before themselves. Mrs Byers was doing just this, she could see the poet was down on his luck. Enjoyed Henry Lawsons writing and poetry with a similar style of poetry herself.
Henry Lawson died in 1922 at Mrs Byers home in Abbotsford Henry passed away from a cerebral haemorrhiage.
When we think back through the suburbs that surround our Harbour Bridge and the Sydney region even thou we were a new nation we did provide an insight into the people and the reasons of life, to live to the fullest.
When we walk around and not notice our own surrounding or where we have visited, we lose the magic of where we came from. Even thou our country is not old compared to other European countries maybe our pride has oozed out for years to tell others around the world and our own countrymen that Australia is a fantastic country with diverse scenery and our people are all unique just some have talents that can encapsulate the feeling of being an Australian and show others across the world.
Mr Banksia Man would be pleased that I too, had taken notice and realised on another weekend that Australia’s history is all very easily accessed and available for whoever would like to spend the day or hours reading about famous Australians or our diverse country.
Henry Lawson had like many other famous people been hit with diversity in his life. He had lost his way, thou his gift were grand to our nation and Australia had paid homage. Our Australian $10 dollar paper note in 1966 was significant recognition.
When our tourists and other Australian’s utilize our money we can learn a lot about a country by studying the money, this is a reflection in the beliefs of the country, history and sometimes it displays favourite icons that actually put the nation on the map for literacy, Henry Lawson.
A little insight into the inspiration and research that has been put together to incorporate The Kings Cross Sting. Uncovering the corruption and living through some of the ordeals where many would run. This story is a must read The Kings Cross Sting to unravel how the Kings Cross Currency and the unveiling of the perils of Juanita Nielsen another famous Editor and Journalist where a cross stands and no body. Australian missing person Juanita Joan Nielsen nee Smith.
Lest we forget.
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Friday 25 May 2012

Kings Cross Currency Just a little about


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Location: Kings Cross, Potts Point NSW 2011, Australia

Inspiration Henry Lawson and a lone Soldiers Grave


Inspiration Henry Lawson and a lone soldiers grave

Credit: Jennifer Stone
Henry Lawson inspiration to many authors.
Great Australians need to be celebrated, even the forgotten Soldier a Private. There is a story, I uncovered one of the stories picking a grave and researching about where they interlinked.
Inspiration for the last 2.5 hours started by inspiration of my surroundings and by who had influenced me during my childhood.
French Street. North Sydney was where my Private Francis had grown up. Many months of research to find the home, the start of the journey that would be documented in some parts by In The Cross Fire.
As I walked away from French Street, the words from the Banksia Man rang loud and clear. Why?
This was circling in my head, Why had I stopped and listened and nobody else had. It was a Sunny afternoon in January. I arrived at my car, thinking I did hear the Banksia Man and maybe there was something in the story that needed rewriting, or adding too. Maybe even the idea of the history of the area and the families that had been broken up during the efforts of the war.
They say if you are aware you will hear more than at face value. Yes, the listening that is the main problem today, everyone is in such a rush. Why would anyone stop and listen to the Banksia Man. I must be crazy, owe Plum Crazy what a nick name I have really when you think about it. Really I was pretty crazy to listen to the words from the Banksia Man and feel there is more to this story. Where this inspiration has taken me, to the depths of danger in Kings Cross following a Private Franicis that started in French Street North Sydney.
I do enjoy research, so why not. Find out a bit more about the war, Gallipolli, the Australians that lived in the area of the Banksia Man from French Street and I might look up the other nick name I have Donkey.
Yes, there was a Donkey that I would love to learn about. So I did come home that night with an air about me, that I knew I could write down the life and the history from a few more visits from the Banksia Man in French Street.
I thought about what I had learned at school, and really I didn’t know that much. Yes a donkey a famous donkey I could remember about. Then there was Gallipolli and I could remember one Anzac day doing the real Australian rememberance, of Anzac March in Sydney and planting a poppy at a grave with a friend. For a lady who had been in the war. Yes a poppy, the poppy was a symbol of the fields of flowers that represented the area of fighting.
Other people I knew about was Henry Lawson had lived at North Sydney near this area as my Grandmother, Nana as I called her had a much loved book about Henry Lawson that floated around the loungeroom that I could remember. Henry Lawson had always been in my memory when I called our third child after a lady which Henry Lawson talked about was Clara Southwick who I had heard my grandmother talk about. It may have just been the Southwick part as Nana was a Southwick from the mountains.
Maybe the Banksia Man was just talking about the area which I had as a child loved to hear about the way life used to be. How the dramas of real life now is so different to life back in the early 1900’s and then into the war when Australia was just a new nation.
The vegetables and the farms in this year that feed the nation through Sydney markets. This had a passion with me as we were from the Markets now, in Flemington Sydney which had moved many years ago from Sydney Paddy’s Market area, Haymarket. My husband’s family had been third generation farmers and merchants feeding the area with fruit and vegetables. It is a hard life being a farmer when I was young I had packed the oranges, in to those net bags in the supermarket. Graded fruit and even picked the fruit. We had both worked hard running and being a wife to a farm that had been in the family for such a long time.
I had walked around the area a little this Sunday afternoon, noticing the sandstone buildings that were so well looked after on Blue’s Point Road. I had meandered along the streets noticing and seeing old survey marks along the edge of the street and noting the levels of the footpath all going down to the harbour where you could see the divided road for the ferry.
The Ferry house is a landmark, where Billy Blue started the ferries and his son William continued with the ferries crossing of the harbour moving the fruit and vegetables to the market. Moving the people from the northern side of the harbour to the southern side allowing the towns to keep building and growing.
The lookout on the point known as Blue’s Point after Billy Blue, has a fantastic view of the harbour bridge, with the Opera House on the eastern side of the bridge. The rocks area of Dawes Point you can see clearly. The people climbing on the bridge looked like specs upon the skyline.
This was the year I decided I would spend some time finding out about some of the people and some of the places that the Banksia Man had spoken about.
There was a pub on the corner of French Street where I sat and uponed about what it was really like to live in this suburb back in the days of the 1900’s and today where the coffee shops and little curiosity shops dotted the robina tree lined street. I thought of home for a second with our robina trees along our driveway. How the Banksia Man had me thinking and pondering where do I start and how to tell the story with as much passion and drive that I had found the Banksia Man had told me.
I thought I was just seeing the crisscross of how our lives move and the links we can find to take us back to our heritage may just be a tree in the yard of an old home really sees the passing of people noticing the little things in life that we are too busy to see.
Since I was young I too would run around and be busy, I was so busy one year I nearly forgot my daughters birthday. Life really is busy. To stop and ponder what really surrounds us each and every day is a skill and really an art form that we can forget to do and it is important to remember not just our relations of long ago. It is important for us to know how hard life really was and how much pride we all had for Australia at the time of us coming a nation.
A couple of weekends before we had travelled to Waverley, just by chance we went walking through the Cemetry a little sign Henry Lawsons grave seemed so little and insignificant. We walked and talked as to looking out at the view, the age of the cemetery was very old and the graves some grand and others there are no marks. Just a plot where they lay. The forgotten society, when we saw the sign Henry Lawson’s grave this way, we were humbled to be standing in front of one of Australian’s greatest poet and story writer an author. Just a grave, I did go home and check as I couldn’t believe my eyes someone so famous and really his grave was open to all to come and pay there respects.
What I read I had found Henry Lawson was one of the first Australians that weren’t a Judge or a Prime Minister who had a State Funeral, this was fitting, the Prime Minister of the day, W.M. Hughes and the State Premier Jack Lang were in attendance. The Late Henry Lawson was born in the country and had great experience about the bush around NSW and outback Australia that he wrote about in his poems and stories.
Again, we had a rare glimpse of an Australia that many had forgotten about or too busy to notice. Maybe the Banksia Man would have heard of Henry Lawson as his face was honoured by being placed on our ten dollar paper note in 1966
I thought of Henry Lawson, a famous Australian author who in 1903 bought a room from a poet herself Mrs Isabella Byers. Both at the time had parted from their partners and a strong friendship joined with the passion for the poety and writing. Mrs Byers had also some knowledge regarding publishers and door knocked to get Henry Lawson some book deals and regain his life from his problems.
Mrs Byers looked after Henry for the last 20 years of his life, it was the greatest of friendships. Mrs Byers was the housekeeper and looked after Henry when he was the most celebrated Australian Author. Henry Lawson withdrew from society and Mrs Byers helped Henry to get his life in order from his ex wife and to contact with his children. Henry Lawson had even served time because of non payment of alimony. Alcoholism and unfortunate royalty deals kept Henry poor thou famous in his own right. Mrs Byers was a very good friend and helped Henry out to sort out his life.
For many people these days with these problems of marriage breakdowns and family upheavels we forget how precious our own life is. How we move around society and our own life normally only thinking about ourself first. It is nice to read and feel the vibes that back in the early 1900’s generosity to others was flourishing. When you see where the people of society we admire, there has been a large amount of generosity from them, they have left a mark on this world may not be a great famous writer however you can tell that many people think about others before themselves. Mrs Byers was doing just this, she could see the poet was down on his luck. Enjoyed Henry Lawsons writing and poetry with a similar style of poetry herself.
Henry Lawson died in 1922 at Mrs Byers home in Abbotsford Henry passed away from a cerebral haemorrhiage.
When we think back through the suburbs that surround our Harbour Bridge and the Sydney region even thou we were a new nation we did provide an insight into the people and the reasons of life, to live to the fullest.
When we walk around and not notice our own surrounding or where we have visited, we lose the magic of where we came from. Even thou our country is not old compared to other European countries maybe our pride has oozed out for years to tell others around the world and our own countrymen that Australia is a fantastic country with diverse scenery and our people are all unique just some have talents that can encapsulate the feeling of being an Australian and show others across the world.
Mr Banksia Man would be pleased that I too, had taken notice and realised on another weekend that Australia’s history is all very easily accessed and available for whoever would like to spend the day or hours reading about famous Australians or our diverse country.
Henry Lawson had like many other famous people been hit with diversity in his life. He had lost his way, thou his gift were grand to our nation and Australia had paid homage. Our Australian $10 dollar paper note in 1966 was significant recognition.
When our tourists and other Australian’s utilize our money we can learn a lot about a country by studying the money, this is a reflection in the beliefs of the country, history and sometimes it displays favourite icons that actually put the nation on the map for literacy, Henry Lawson.
A little insight into the inspiration and research that has been put together to incorporate The Kings Cross Sting. Uncovering the corruption and living through some of the ordeals where many would run. This story is a must read The Kings Cross Sting to unravel how the Kings Cross Currency and the unveiling of the perils of Juanita Nielsen another famous Editor and Journalist where a cross stands and no body. Australian missing person Juanita Joan Nielsen nee Smith.
Lest we forget.
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Kings Cross Currency


New Release Kings Cross Currency Book Release

Credit: Jennifer Stone
Kings Cross Currency
Undercover our mission to expose the drug trade and find the hidden Kings Cross Currency. This story was started by our Editor in 1975 Our Heiress who disappeared on this same report. Be the Judge!
From the Notorious Pink Pussycat Club hidden away on Darlinghurst Road Kings Cross was our perfect hideout!
The story had remained untold and unfinished since 1975 yet relevant to today in 2012. The mission was to expose the Kings Cross Currency "The Kings Cross Sting". What did expose was the real reason why the shootings all over Sydney exist. The never before released story has been reported on by a Journalist that disappeared feared murder.
The research has been immense to find the hidden premises that only a few knew existed in 1975. Our Editor in 1975 was working on a story to Blow the Top off the criminal world. In 2012 it is more than ever a story that needs to be brought to the Public attention.
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