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Sugar spike

A sugar spike, also known as a blood sugar spike or glucose spike, is a sudden increase in the amount of glucose in your blood

Eat 1st fiber (veggies) 2nd protein 3rd fat 4th carbs . Or pair carbs with fiber, fat, and or protein to help slow digestion.

Walk after eat/Air squat 1 min

Apple Cider Vinegar before

Psyllium husks fiber (sun fiber powder)/ Cinnamon/Vitamin C/Taurine/Potassium/Melatonin

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What Becomes of the Soul After Death

Once Buddha asked Sariputta, one of his most brilliant disciples, to whom the world owes an immense debt for the establishment of Buddhism, “Well, monk, does not life burden you and don’t you like to be released by death? Or, does living fascinate you, because there is a noble mission to fulfil?” Sariputta replied, “Venerable Teacher, I desire not life. I desire not death. I wait until my hour shall come, like a servant that waits for his wages.”

Even so should be the attitude of an aspirant. He has nothing to fulfil of his own, since his life is a fulfilment of the will of God. Even the desire to be born again in order to foster a worthy spiritual mission should find no place in him. For, does not God know better as to whom to send as His messenger to this world? And, is it not man’s highest ideal to rejoice in the dissolution of his body and the mind and his individuality in the great cosmic oneness of the Absolute, and thus once for all cease to be an individualised consciousness, either astrally existent or physically imprisoned.

Swami Sivananda

these words are so comforting.

#hestheservantofGod #hehasfulfiledhisnoblemission #alexei navalny #yulianavalnaya

Now Far Away From Here by Vasya Oblomov (Premiere) Dedicated to the loving memory of Alexei Navalny. Vasya Oblomov. Poems by Leonid Kaganov. Below I have provided the translation of the song in English: * * * Beyond the polar circle stands an empty grave; All of us hoped for a miracle, and it was the one that came. It brought to us faith and hope, irony, smile, and light. By acting and setting examples, completely free of charge. For us, the biblical drama of evil events unfolds. Where cleansing the temple is real; we all saw it heals with words. Loved and followed by millions, yet judged by a broken code, Surrendering to the Sanhedrin, for Friday's cross to hold, For scorning lie and falsehood, for its fervent zeal. So no one was surprised its earthly form disappeared. But screens resurrect the soul, igniting the beacon light. And tyrant trembles in fear beneath his concrete site. The light dissolves into words in the land of endless folly, Where jokes are heard less and less, and autumn swallows the jolly. The land of killers and prisons, where death and blood are holy, Where the truth is slashed - like everything, cruelly and wholly. Where the devil strides naked and doesn't bother to hide, Where the first lesson you learn is to shut up and bite, And people, simple people, entangled in a quarrelsome life, Scroll through the sewer channels, seeking for means to survive. But those who beheld the wonder, behind their kitchen doors, Stick voodoo pins and read psalms, holding onto their hopes. Hoping that one day, the stone in the chest of a cowardly beast Will restore peace to the world by simply ceasing to beat. And up will soar the blood clots from crimson Kremlin's spires, The bombs will stop exploding on the lands of neighboring shires, Then ballets will thunder, and the scoundrels will scat, The smell of summer will return, and we’ll leave the chat. And, like heating and water, cable, gas, or light, Freedom will enter your home - real, shiny, and bright. The time will come to judge, to destroy the murderers' blight, And this will be done by the people you've inspired to fight

#alexei navalny #yulianavalnaya #inmemoryof #brave #courage #free #Youtube

And now the end is hereAnd so I face that final curtainMy friend I'll make it clearI'll state my case, of which I'm certainI've lived a life that's fullI traveled each and every highwayAnd more, much moreI did it, I did it my wayRegrets, I've had a fewBut then again too few to mentionI did what I had to doI saw it through without exemptionI planned each charted courseEach careful step along the bywayAnd more, much, much moreI did it, I did it my wayYes, there were times I'm sure you knewWhen I bit off more than I could chewBut through it all, when there was doubtI ate it up and spit it outI faced it all and I stood tall and did it my wayFor what is a man, what has he got?If not himself then he has naughtNot to say the things that he truly feelsAnd not the words of someone who kneelsLet the record shows I took all the blows and did it my way

#youaretheimmortalsoul karmaisdonethesoulmustcontinueon youarebraveandfree yulia #yulianavalnaya #youaretheimmortalsoul karmaisdonethesoulmustcontinueon youarebraveandfree #16 february 2024 #04 june 1976 #02 Mar 2024 #hehasexcellentlycompletehislifemission #yulia&alexeiexcellentlyaxtraordinarycouple #maya

nov22

i like this definition so much

04Oct22

How the dog waited for the owner at the airport for two years, and then flew to Kiev02.08.2021Category:

ANIMALS

This story is almost half a century old. In 1974, at the Vnukovo airport, the owner of Alma could not persuade the staff to take the dog onboard without a certificate. Due to eye damage, the Eastern European Shepherd Dog did not pass vet control.

The owner was the last to board, and before that, he took off the collar and said goodbye to his pet for a long time. The mighty IL-18 liner carried a man to the north. The dog ran for a long time on the runway, trying to catch up with him. She did not accept the loss, did not leave the airport. Neither the people who tried to catch her nor the local dog pack that tore up the newcomer forced Alma to leave her post. Gradually, they got used to the dog. The port service began to feed and protect the shepherd dog.

She still did not trust people, hiding at the slightest danger, and still saw off every plane. This went on for two years until the pilot saw the dog running after the plane from the cockpit of the plane. Vyacheslav Valentey contacted the dispatcher, with a request to remove the dog from the runway, for her safety.

They explained to him that it was useless, Alma was looking for the owner and did not let anyone get close. After that, the pilot often saw a shepherd dog, who met each plane with hope.

Vyacheslav Alexandrovich went through the war, was a prisoner of Dachau and the camps — he knew what grief was and saw it in the dog’s eyes. He went to the editorial office of Komsomolskaya Pravda and asked to write that Alma was still waiting. That every commander will take it on board if only there is an owner.

After the article by Yuri Rost, thousands of people from all over the USSR wanted to take part in the fate of the shepherd dog. And in Norilsk, the pilot was overtaken by an anonymous letter. Its author, the owner of a shepherd dog, did not consider himself entitled to be the owner and was afraid of condemnation of his betrayal.

And yet the faithful Alma was destined to meet an equally devoted and selfless friendship. Vera Kotlyarevskaya, a descendant of the Ukrainian classic, left her job in Kyiv and spent several weeks in Vnukovo. She patiently and carefully tamed the shepherd, spent all her time with her. Knowing that Alma would not leave her post of her own free will, she was given a sleeping pill. The dog was getting used to the new environment with difficulty. But here she was expected, she was welcome.

People tried to speak softly, and the doors were always open so that Alma did not feel like a prisoner. The woman realized that the dog had accepted the family when she saw how gently the dog touched her sleeping daughter. Soon the shepherd became a mother herself and no longer tried to leave “her” people.

This story inspired the creators of two films. “On a leash at the runway” was released back in 1988, and in March of this year, the premiere of the Russian film “Palm” took place.