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[Joe Mahmood]

THE WHO - BEHIND BLUE EYES

 

[Joe Mahmood]

BOB SEGER - TURN THE PAGE



https://www.nytimes.com/2021/04/02/world/asia/china-roadtrip-feminist.html

 

[Joe Mahmood]

Sam Londe, a retired shoe salesman living outside of St. Louis in the early 1970s, began to have difficulty swallowing. He eventually went to see a doctor, who discovered that Londe had metastatic esophageal cancer. In those days, metastatic esophageal cancer was considered incurable; no one had ever survived it. It was a death sentence, and Lorde's doctor delivered the news in an appropriately somber tone.

To give Londe as much time as possible, the doctor recommended surgery to remove the cancerous tissue in the esophagus and in the stomach, where the cancer had spread. Trusting the doctor, Londe agreed and had the surgery. He came as well as could be expected, but things soon went from from bad to worse. A scan of Londe's liver revealed still more bad news: extensive cancer throughout the liver's entire left love. The doctor told Londe that sadly, at best, he had only months to live.

So Londe and his new wife, both in their 70s, arranged to move 300 miles to Nashville, where Londe's wife had a family. Soon after the move to Tennessee, Londe was admitted to the hospital and assigned to internist Clifton Meador. The first time Dr. Meador walked into Londe's room, he found a small, unshaven man curled up underneath a mound of covers, looking nearly dead. Londe was gruff and incommunicative, and the nurses explained that he'd been like that since his admission a few days before.

While Londe had high blood-glucose levels due to diabetes, the rest of his blood chemistry was fairly normal except for slightly higher levels of liver enzymes, which was to be expected of someone with liver cancer. Further medical examination showed nothing more amiss, a blessing considering the patient's desperate condition. Under his new doctor's orders, Londe begrudgingly received physical therapy, a fortified liquid diet, and lots of nursing care and attention. After a few days, he grew a little stronger, and his grumpiness started to subside. He began talking to Dr. Meador about his life.

Londe had been married before, and he and his first wife had been true soul mates. They had never been able to have children but otherwise had had a good life. Because they loved boating, when they retired they had bought a house by a large man-made lake. Then late one night, the nearby earthen dam burst, and a wall of water crushed their house and swept it away. Londe miraculously survived by hanging on to some wreckage, but his wife's body was never found.

"I lost everything I ever cared for," he told Dr. Meador. "My heart and soul were lost in the flood that night."

Within six months of his first wife's death, while still grieving and in the depths of depression, Londe had been diagnosed with esophageal cancer and had had the surgery. It was then that he had met and married his second wife, a kind woman who knew about his terminal illness and agreed to care for him in the time he had left. A few months after they married, they made the move to Nashville, and Dr. Meador already knew the rest of the story.

Once Londe finished the story, the doctor, amazed by what he'd just heard, asked with compassion, "What do you want me to do for you?" The dying man thought for a while.

"I'd like to live through Christmas so I can be with my wife and her family. They've been good to me," he finally answered. "Just help me make it through Christmas. That's all I want." Dr. Meador told Londe he would do his best.

By the time Londe was discharged in late October, he was actually in much better shape than when he had arrived. Dr. Meador was surprised but pleased by how well Londe was doing. The doctor saw his patient about once a month after that, and each time, Londe looked good. But exactly one week after Christmas (on New Year's Day), Londe's wife brought him back to the hospital.

Dr. Meador was surprised to find that Londe again looked near death. All he could find was a mild fever and a small patch of pneumonia on Londe's chest x-ray, although the man didn't seem to be in any respiratory distress. Dr. Meador prescribed antibiotics and put his patient on oxygen, hoping for the best, but within 24 hours, Sam Londe was dead.

As you might assume, this story is about a typical cancer diagnosis followed by an unfortunate death from fatal disease, right?

Not so fast.

A funny thing happened when the hospital performed Londe's autopsy. The man's liver was, in fact, not filled with cancer; he had only a very tiny nodule of cancer in its left love and another very small spot on his lung. The truth is, neither cancer was big enough to kill him. And in fact, the area around his esophagus was totally free of disease as well. The abnormal liver scan taken at St. Louis hospital had apparently yelded a false positive result.

Sam Londe didn't die of esophageal cancer, nor did he die of liver cancer. He also didn't die of the mild case of pneumonia he had when he was readmitted to the hospital.

He died, quite simply, because everybody in his immediate environment thought he was dying. His doctor in St. Louis thought Londe was dying, and then Dr. Meador, in Nashville, thought Londe was dying. Londe's wife and family thought he was dying, too. And, most important, Londe himself thought he was dying.

Is it possible that Sam Londe died from thought alone? Is it possible that thought is that powerful? And if so, is this case unique?

By Dr. Joe Dispenza author of YOU ARE THE PLACEBO MAKING YOUR MIND MATTER

https://drjoedispenza.com/


THE VERVE - BITTER SWEET SYMPHONY

 

[Joe Mahmood]

CAN YOU OVERDOSE ON A PLACEBO?

Twenty-six-year-old graduate student Fred Mason (not his real name) became depressed when his girlfriend broke up with him. He saw an ad for a clinical trial of a new antidepressant medication and decided to enroll. He'd had a bout of depression four years previously, at which time his doctor prescribed the antidepressant amitriptyline (Elavil), but Mason had been forced to stop the medication when he became excessively drowsy and developed numbness. He had felt the drug was too strong for him and now hoped the new drug would have fewer side effects.

After he'd been in the study for about a month, he decided to call his ex-girlfriend. The two of them argued on the phone, and after Mason hung up, he impulsively grabbed his bottle of pills from the trial and swallowed all 29 that were left in the container, attempting suicide. He immediately repented. Running into the hallway of his apartment building, Mason desperately called out for help and then collapsed on the floor. A neighbor heard his cry and found him on the ground.

Writhing, he told his neighbor he'd made a terrible mistake, that he had taken all his pills but didn't really want to die. When he asked the neighbor to take him to the hospital, she agreed. When Mason got to the emergency room, he was pale and sweating, and his blood pressure was 80/40 with a pulse rate of 140. Breathing rapidly, he kept repeating, "I don't want to die."

When doctors examined him, they found nothing wrong other than his low blood pressure, rapid pulse, and rapid breathing. Even so, he seemed lethargic, and his speech was slurred. The medical team inserted an IV and hooked it up to a saline drops, took samples of Mason 's blood and urine, and asked what drug he'd taken. Mason couldn't remember the name.

He told the doctors it was an experiment antidepressant drug that was part of a trial. He then handed them the empty bottle, which indeed had information about the clinical trial printed on the label, although not the name of the drug. There was nothing to do but wait for the lab results, monitor his vital signs to make sure he didn't take a turn for the worse, and hope that the hospital staff could contact the researchers who were conducting the trial.

Four hours later, after the results of the lab tests came back totally normal, a physician who had been part of the clinical drug trial arrived. Checking the code on the label of Mason's empty pill bottle, the researcher looked into the records for the trial. He announced that Mason had actually been taking a placebo and that the pills he'd swallowed contained no drugs at all. Miraculously, Mason's blood pressure and pulse returned to normal within few minutes. And as if by magic, he was no longer excessively drowsy either. Mason had fallen victim to the nacebo: a harmless substance that, thanks to strong expectations, causes harmful effects.

Is it really possible that Mason's symptoms had been brought on solely because that's what he'd expected to happen from swallowing a huge handful of antidepressants? Could Mason's mind, as in the case of Sam Londe, have taken control of his body, driven by expectations of what seemed to be the most probable future scenario, to the extent that he made that scenario real? Could that happen even if that meant his mind would have to take control of functions not normally under conscious control? And if that were possible, could it also be true that if our thoughts can make us sick, we also have the ability to use our thoughts to make us well?

By Dr. Joe Dispenza author of YOU ARE THE PLACEBO MAKING YOUR MIND MATTER

https://drjoedispenza.com/


HOLLYWOOD UNDEAD - I DON'T WANNA TO DIE

 

[Joe Mahmood]

THE HEART SURGERY THAT WASN'T

In the late 1950s, two groups of researchers conducted studies comparing the then-standard surgery for angina to a placebo. This was well before the coronary-artery bypass graft, the surgery most often used today. Back then, most heart patients received a procedure known as internal mammary ligation, which involved exposing the damaged arteries and intentionally tying them off. The thinking was that if surgeons blocked the blood flow in this way, it would force the body to sprout new vascular channels, increasing blood flow to the heart. The surgery was extremely successful for the huge majority of patients who had it, although doctors had no solid proof that any new blood vessels were ever actually created - hence the motivation for the two studies.

These groups of researchers, one in Kansas City and one in Seattle, each followed the same procedure, dividing their study subjects into two groups. One received the standard internal mammary ligation, and the other received a sham surgery; the surgeons made the same small incisions into the patients' chests that they made for the real surgery, exposing the arteries, but then they just sewed the patients back up doing nothing more.

The results of both studies were strikingly similar: 67 percent of the patients who had received the actual surgery felt less pain and needed less medication, while 83 percent of those who had received the sham surgery enjoyed the same level of improvement. The placebo surgery had actually worked better than the real surgery!

Could it be that somehow the patients who had received the sham surgery do believed that they'd get better that they actually did get better - through nothing more than holding that expectation for the best? And if that is possible, what does that say about the effects our everyday thoughts, whether positive or negative, have on our bodies and our health?

By Dr. Joe Dispenza author of YOU ARE THE PLACEBO MAKING YOUR MIND MATTER

https://drjoedispenza.com/


MERCYME - EVEN IF

 

[Joe Mahmood]

"Another notable nocebo study from the '60s looked at people with asthma. Researchers gave 40 asthma patients inhalers containing nothing but water vapor, although they told the subjects that the inhalers contained an allergen or irritant; 19 of them (48 percent) experienced asthmatic symptoms, such as restriction of their airways, with 12 (30 percent) of the group suffering full-blown asthmatic attacks. Researchers than gave the subjects inhalers said to contain medicine that would relieve their symptoms, and in each case, their airways did indeed open back up - although again, the inhalers contained only water vapor.

In both situations - bringing on the asthma symptoms and then dramatically reverse them - the patients were responding to suggestion alone, the thought planted in their minds by the researchers, which played out exactly as they expected. They were harmed when they thought they'd inhaled something harmful, and they got better when they thought they were receiving medicine - and these thoughts were greater than their environment, greater than reality. We could say that their thoughts created a brand-new reality.

What does this say about beliefs we hold and the thoughts we think every day? Are we more susceptible to catching the flu because all winter long, everywhere we look, we see articles about flu season and signs about a flu shot, we'll get sick? Could it be that when we simply see someone with flu-like symptoms, we become I'll from thinking...like the asthmatics who experienced a significant bronchial reaction after inhaling simple water vapor?

Are we more likely to suffer from arthritis, stiff joints, poor memory, flagging energy, and decreased sex drive as we age, simply because that's the version of the truth that ads, commercials, television shows, and media reports bombard us with? What other self-fulfilling prophecies are we creating in our minds without being aware of what we're doing? And what "inevitable truths" can we successfully reverse simply through thinking new thoughts and choosing new beliefs?"

By Dr. Joe Dispenza author of YOU ARE THE PLACEBO MAKING YOUR MIND MATTER

https://drjoedispenza.com/


MYLER CYRUS - THE CLIMB

 

[Joe Mahmood]

A "MIRACLE" CURE: NOW YOU SEE IT, NOW YOU DON'T

In 1957, UCLA psychologist Bruno Klopfer published an article in a peer-reviewed journal telling the story of a man he referred to as "Mr. Wright," who had advanced lymphoma, a cancer of the lymph glands. The man had huge tumors, some as big as an orange, in his neck, groin, and armpits, and his cancer was not responding at all to conventional treatments. He lay in his bed for weeks, "febrile, gasping for air, completely bedridden." His doctor, Philip West, had given up hope - although Wright himself had not. When Wright found out that the hospital where he was being treated (in Long Beach, California) just happened to be one of ten hospitals and research centers in the country that were evaluating an experiment drug extracted from horse blood called Krebiozen, he got very excited. Wright unrelentingly badgered Dr. West for days until the physician agreed to give him some of the new remedy (even though Wright couldn't officially be part of the trial, which required patients to have at least a three-month life expectancy).

Wright received his injection of Krebiozen on a Friday, and by Monday, he was walking around, laughing, and joking with his nurses, acting pretty much like a new man. Dr. West reported that the tumors "had melted like snowballs on a hot stove." Within three days, the tumors were half their original size. In ten more days, Wright was sent home - he'd been cured. It seemed like a miracle.

But two months later, the media reported that the ten trials showed that Krebiozen turned out to be a dud. Once Wright read the news, became fully conscious of the results, and embraced the thought that the drug was useless, he relapsed immediately, with his tumors soon returning. Dr. West suspected that Wright's initial positive response was due to the placebo effect, and knowing that his patient was terminal, he figured he had little to lose - and Wright had everything to gain - by testing out his theory. So the doctor told Wright not to believe the newspaper reports and that he'd suffered a relapse because the Krebiozen they'd given Wright was found to be part of a bad batch. What Dr. West called "a new, super-refined, double-strength" version of the drug was on its way to the hospital, and Wright could have it as soon as it arrived.

In anticipation of being cured, Wright was elated, and a few days later, he received the injection. But this time, the syringe Dr. West used contained no drug, experimental or not. The syringe was filled only with distilled water.

Again, Wright's tumors magically vanished. He happily returned home and did well for another two months, free of tumors in his body. But then the American Medical Association made the announcement that Krebiozen was indeed worthless. The medical establishment had been duped. The "miracle drug" turned out to be a hoax: nothing more than mineral oil containing a simple amino acid. The manufacturers were eventually indicted. Upon hearing the news, Wright relapsed a final time - no longer believing in the possibility of health. He returned to the hospital hopeless and two days later was dead.

Is it possible that Wright somehow changed his state of being, not once but twice, to that of a man who simply didn't have cancer - in matter of days? Did his body then automatically respond to a new mind? And could he have changed his state back to that of a man with cancer once he heard the drug was purported to be worthless, with his body creating exactly the same chemistry and returning to the familiar sickened condition? Is is possible to achieve such a new biochemical state not only when taking a pill or getting a shot, but also when undergoing something as invasive as surgery?

By Dr. Joe Dispenza author of YOU ARE THE PLACEBO MAKING YOUR MIND MATTER

https://drjoedispenza.com/


ZACH WILLIAMS - FEAR IS A LIAR

 

[Joe Mahmood]

CHVRCHES - MIRACLE

 

[Joe Mahmood]

1. One day, after I've grown up into a young man, my late father told me that my late mother was sufferring from a heart problem. The doctor told him that my mother had only a few months to live. That was in the late 60s or early 70s, during the period when we were living in a kampung. We siblings noticed too that our mother sometimes had difficulty breathing especially when she was feeling exhausted. After taking some medication to place under her tongue, she rested and recovered. A couple of times in the past too, she was admitted to the ICU in the hospital. We siblings were still little children. There were seven of us. It turned out my late mother had outlived the doctor's prediction and continued living for many decades to come. I think my mother was mentally strong to ignore the doctor's diagnosis partly because she was thinking of her children who were all still very young and we needed someone to care and love us. Then, in 1994, my mother had a heart attacked and passed over.

2. I had a Chinese working colleague in the 80s who had one day accidentally knocked his left knee on the edge of a table. A few days later, he went to see a doctor and had his knee X-ray. After a few days, he went to see the doctor again and he was diagnosed that from his knee below there was bone marrow cancer. They amputated his left leg above the knee. He was devastated and went into a depression. However, he managed to overcome his situation after being a Christian and reborn again. He got married and he seemed very happy with his life; and moved on.


NEWSBOYS - WE BELIEVE

 

[Joe Mahmood]

MOULIN ROUGE - COME WHAT MAY

 

[Joe Mahmood]

GLORIA ESTEFAN - CAN'T STAY AWAY FROM YOU

 

[Joe Mahmood]

LAUREN DAIGLE - YOU SAY




"The journey inward is a very very long journey. It take guts to explore within oneself and; in order to go within oneself, you must actually start from scratch. You need to destroy all those fundamental belief that you have been taught since you were young. Then you will see whatever you have not been told or seen with your inner soul. As you go deeper it leads and connects to the above, below and around you."

~ Joe Mahmood, 14th July 2019, Singapore.


My "religion" lies within my heart. It has no name, no shape and no form. Love without faith is weakness. Faith without love that is dangerous.

As you grow spiritually, your heart and mind are open. It is not closed and becomes narrow minded.

The journey inward is a very very long journey. It take guts to explore within oneself and; in order to go within oneself, you must actually start from scratch. You need to destroy all those fundamental belief that you have been taught since you were young. Then you will see whatever you have not been told or seen with your inner soul. As you go deeper it leads and connects to the above, below and around you.

I did not see 'God' but I see, feel and connected to 'God's' Essence within me and outside of me. As though I was one with 'His' Essence. It was a wonderful and beautiful experience though it lasted for a day or two for me. And I understood what it meant to be whole with the source of Life. I see and feel, we are all connected and one. No religion, ethnic, skin colours but One on this planet Earth within the vast Universe. Then I keep moving forward, learn new knowledge and try to be a good human being. I am just a man only. My infinite and eternal 'God' has no name, shape and form. And 'God' is not Bias. 'God' Essence is within me and around me.

 

[Joe Mahmood]

LINKIN PARK - ONE MORE LIGHT

 

[Joe Mahmood]

LADY GAGA, BRADLEY COOPER - SHALLOW

 

[Joe Mahmood]

Thanks for listening.

Goodnight/Good morning wherever you are...

Joe

THE GREATEST SHOWMAN - NEVER ENOUGH

 

[Joe Mahmood]

ALI GATIE - IT'S YOU

 

[Joe Mahmood]

JEWEL - FOOLISH GAMES

 

[Joe Mahmood]

JAY CHOU - I TRULY BELIEVE

 

[Joe Mahmood]

DAUGHTRY - WAITING FOR SUPERMAN

 

[Joe Mahmood]

FYNN JAMAL - ARJUNA BETA



Lyrics in English

My Arjuna
Never I will let go even if the storm wakes the sleep
Strikes the thunder
Scorpions and snakes
Mother won't back off

Sleep my *Arjuna
Just dream the sweet ones
So when you open your eyes
Everything won't be the same

There'll be one time when you don't know where to go
Right track, son
Eyes aren't clear--
Took the ones full of thorns

Live my *Arjuna
Let the injured bodies
As long as your god's here
You won't get hurt

Nightmares that can't be imagined
Mother won't be here always
So may you won't forget
Mother persuade you, son

Live my *Arjuna
Let the injured bodies
As long as your god's here
You won't get hurt

Sleep my *Arjuna
Just dream the sweet ones
So when you open your eyes
Everything won't be the same

https://lyricstranslate.com/en/arjuna-beta-my-arjuna.html


MOTHER

My words can only reach you within you
My world is within you when I see you
My memories of you is your memories of me
I am Mother to all of you
And I am Mother forever to all of you.

In memory of my loving mother

By Joe Mahmood, 2009, Singapore.