Friday, July 21, 2006

Got Hiccups?

Hiccups? Try the Beckwith "Endless Breath" Method

The beauty of this method is that it requires no gadgets, cups of water, or anything other than breathing correctly. Nor does it require heavy breathing. On the contrary. It works by removing the irritating gap between the inspiration and the expiration, thus creating a continuous flow of slow-moving breath.
To do it, it helps to imagine breathing in a figure-8. As the outbreath reaches the end, slow the breath and twist it around so that it becomes the inbreath. Then simply create a figure-8 of continuous breath.
The hiccups will subside almost immediately. It has never NOT worked for me or my clients, and always works within 10 cycles. Usually less.
The technique is also useful for other breathing maladies.

Other techniques available at WikiHow.

Thursday, July 13, 2006

War and It's Remedies : George Cone Beckwith

War and It's Remedies : George Cone Beckwith
The Book History Wanted to Bury

In 1847, George Cone Beckwith published a book called The Peace Manual: or, War and its Remedies. The book was so effective that it prevented the Civil War, both World Wars, The Korean and Vietnam War, and now it has prevented the Iraq War. Well maybe I overstate. Maybe it didn't prevent any of these atrocities, but one can't fault a guy for trying. He probably didn't realize what a bellicose nation he was living in. Nor did he anticipate a War Machine based on the profits and spoils of wars...deemed necessary for their economic survival. In other words, he didn't realize that America was going to be run by Satan and the Hell on Earth crowd, who actually thrive at the suffering of others.

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BECKWITH, George C., clergyman, born in 1800; died in Boston, Massachusetts, 12 May 1870. He was a Congregational minister, who devoted himself to the service of the American peace society, of which he was for thirty-three years corresponding secretary. He also edited its magazine, "The Advocate of Peace," and wrote the appeals issued in its name, in favor of peace congresses and the arbitration of international disputes.

Sunday, July 09, 2006

What's Black and White and Red all over?

What's Black and White and Red all over?
A legend of the Old West has roots in Virginia
Tall tales--some started by himself--surround the life of Jim Beckwourth, a Northern Neck native who blazed a trail out West.
By Ann McDuffie

Writing for and the Free Lance Star, Ann McDuffie tackles the very full life of James P. Beckwith, a son of Sir Jennings Beckwith, whose family lived in and around Fredericksburg before making their way out west, where adventure, exploration and discovery were a daily fact of life. At some point in his life, Beckwith changed the spelling of his name to include "Beckwourth", which he may have taken to fancy.

I have read several of the volumes written about Beckwourth, and consider him to be one of the most American of our early pioneers. I wish Americans today would live up to the standards he set for himself back then.

Sunday, April 23, 2006

Harrogate Stray and Beckwith, Yorkshire in the news

Harrogate Stray and Beckwith, Yorkshire in the news

Once part of a belt of common land that separated embryo Harrogate from the much older communities of Beckwith and Rossett, the Stray took its present form in the 1770s when it was declared with legal support “that it should remain ever hereafter open and unenclosed”.

Resurrecting a slice of history on The Stray

ONE of Harrogate's most famous celebrations will be re-created to raise
money for charity. In 1887 Samson Fox roasted an ox on the Stray to
celebrate Queen Victoria’s Jubilee, and next month the tradition will be
repeated when Weetons of West Park host an ox roast as part of the Mayor of
Harrogate’s Inaugural Well to Well Walk.

The walk, taking place on May 7 in memory of the late Rosie Towers, will see the Mayor of Harrogate Coun Caroline Bayliss lead more than 200 walkers re-enacting some of the other
historic occasions that have taken place on the Stray.

Once part of a belt of common land that separated embryo Harrogate from the much older
communities of Beckwith and Rossett, the Stray took its present form in the 1770s when it was declared with legal support “that it should remain ever hereafter open and unenclosed”.

Once home to literally hundreds of sheep, they will return once more thanks to the help of the Yorkshire Agricultural Society.


Tuesday, February 14, 2006

Betty Lou Beckwith Bland

Betty Lou Beckwith Bland, 80, passed away Friday, February 10, 2006.

A native of Raleigh, she retired to Lake Gaston before moving to Franklin County. She was born December 31, 1925 to the late Vernon Beckwith of Raleigh and Cornealia Rich of Graham, NC.

Mrs. Bland and her brother, Bill Beckwith skated competitively in her younger years.
She and her husband owned and operated the State Soda Shop in Raleigh for 17 years. In retirement, she enjoyed painting, raising flowers, swimming, fishing and had a true love for the ocean.

Rev. Richard Myers conducted funeral services at 2:00 p.m. Sunday at Oak Level Christian Church with burial in the church cemetery.

The family received friends after the ceremony in the Oak Level Christian Church Fellowship Hall.

Surviving are her husband of 55 years, Edward Francis Bland, Sr; daughters, Susan Maher of New Bern and Jane Andersen of Raleigh; sons, Ed Bland, Jr. and wife, Lysa of Raleigh, Bill Bland and wife, Tina of Youngsville and Dan Bland and wife, April of Wilson; her grandchildren, Sam Andersen, Carrie and Catherine Maher, Ashley Davis and husband, Logan, Winston Bland, Laura and Anna Bland; brothers, Donald Ernest Beckwith of Charlotte and Keith Nicholson of Raleigh; and sister, Elizabeth Harrell Thach (deceased) of Hertford.

Flowers are acceptable or contributions may be made to the Oak Level Christian Church, P.O. Box 216, Youngsville, NC 27596.

Arrangements were handled by Blaylock Funeral Home in Warrenton.

A soft goodbye (for my beloved Aunt Betty Lou)

When the light begins to fade,
And shadows fall across the sea,
One bright star in the evening sky,
Your love’s light leads me on my way.

There’s a dream that will not sleep,
A burning hope that will not die,
So I must go now with the wind,
And leave you waiting on the tide.

Time to fly, time to touch the sky.
One voice alone - a haunting cry.
One song, one star burning bright,
Let it carry me through darkest night.

Rain comes over the grey hills,
And on the air, a soft goodbye.
Hear the song that I sing to you,
When the time has come to fly.

When I leave and take the wing,
And find the land that fate will bring,
The brightest star in the evening sky,
Is your love waiting far for me.

- Celtic Woman