April 15, 2019
April 14, 2019
O Captain! My Captain!
Walt Whitman
O Captain! my Captain! our fearful trip is done,
The ship has weather’d every rack, the prize we sought is won,
The port is near, the bells I hear, the people all exulting,
While follow eyes the steady keel, the vessel grim and daring;
But O heart! heart! heart!
O the bleeding drops of red,
Where on the deck my Captain lies,
Fallen cold and dead.
O Captain! my Captain! rise up and hear the bells;
Rise up—for you the flag is flung—for you the bugle trills,
For you bouquets and ribbon’d wreaths—for you the shores a-crowding,
For you they call, the swaying mass, their eager faces turning;
Here Captain! dear father!
This arm beneath your head!
It is some dream that on the deck,
You’ve fallen cold and dead.
My Captain does not answer, his lips are pale and still,
My father does not feel my arm, he has no pulse nor will,
The ship is anchor’d safe and sound, its voyage closed and done,
From fearful trip the victor ship comes in with object won;
Exult O shores, and ring O bells!
But I with mournful tread,
Walk the deck my Captain lies,
Fallen cold and dead.
The ship has weather’d every rack, the prize we sought is won,
The port is near, the bells I hear, the people all exulting,
While follow eyes the steady keel, the vessel grim and daring;
But O heart! heart! heart!
O the bleeding drops of red,
Where on the deck my Captain lies,
Fallen cold and dead.
O Captain! my Captain! rise up and hear the bells;
Rise up—for you the flag is flung—for you the bugle trills,
For you bouquets and ribbon’d wreaths—for you the shores a-crowding,
For you they call, the swaying mass, their eager faces turning;
Here Captain! dear father!
This arm beneath your head!
It is some dream that on the deck,
You’ve fallen cold and dead.
My Captain does not answer, his lips are pale and still,
My father does not feel my arm, he has no pulse nor will,
The ship is anchor’d safe and sound, its voyage closed and done,
From fearful trip the victor ship comes in with object won;
Exult O shores, and ring O bells!
But I with mournful tread,
Walk the deck my Captain lies,
Fallen cold and dead.
April 07, 2019
The Wellness Revolution
September 24, 1926 - July 10, 1983
Dr. Bill Bahan
YouTube Video
Seminar in Vancouver, B.C. December 4, 1982
Dr. Bill Bahan began his chiropractic practice immediately upon his graduation from Palmer College of Chiropractic in 1949. He and his four brothers developed a large and successful chiropractic clinic in Derry, New Hampshire, caring for hundreds of patients a day. Bill soon realized that not only were people ill physically, but needed assistance mentally and emotionally as well. Speaking to small and large groups of people, he taught in his own unique and lively way that the most important aspect of human beings is not what’s up front—body, mind and emotional realm—but the Being aspect, life, that which animates the form.
For many years Bill was in demand worldwide as a speaker and teacher, offering freely his remarkable insight into the way life works, sharing his vision of the laws and principles of being with thousands through the Whole Health Institute. He was a close associate of Lord Martin Exeter, serving in the ministry of Emissaries of Divine Light for many years. The one we knew fondly as Bill Bahan is no longer in form on earth, but he left a legacy of inspiration, that the nature of life is wonderful and all who choose to do so can move easily with it, handling and using creatively every circumstance and situation that arises. Here is the only basis for true healing.
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