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Old 10-28-2011, 12:23 PM   #1681
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Old 11-07-2011, 09:28 PM   #1683
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Old 12-18-2011, 08:22 PM   #1684
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Prologue -- You Are What You Feel

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Some folks dream of the wonders they'll do Before their time on this planet is through Some just don't have anything planned They hide their hopes and their heads in the sand Now I don't say who is wrong, who is right But if by chance you are here for the night Then all I need is an hour or two To tell the tale of a dreamer like you

We all dream a lot -- some are lucky, some are not But if you think it, want it, dream it, then it's real You are what you feel

But all that I say can be told another way In the story of a boy whose dreams came true And he could be you

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Jacob and Sons

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Way way back many centuries ago, not long after the Bible began Jacob lived in the land of Canaan, a fine example of a family man Jacob, Jacob and sons, depended on farming to earn their keep Jacob, Jacob and sons, spent all of their days in the fields with sheep

Jacob was the founder of a whole new nation, Thanks to the number of children he'd had He was also known as Israel but most of the time His sons and his wives used to call him dad Jacob, Jacob and sons, men of the soil, of the sheaf and crook Jacob, Jacob and sons, a remarkable family in anyone's book

Reuben was the eldest of the children of Israel, With Simeon and Levi the next in line Napthali and Isaachar with Asher and Dan, Zebulun and Gad took the total to nine Jacob, Jacob and sons, Benjamin and Judah, which leaves only one Jacob, Jacob and sons, Joseph -- Jacob's favorite son

Jacob, Jacob and sons

Joseph's Coat (The Coat of Many Colors)

JACOB:

Joseph's mother, she was quite my favorite wife I never really loved another all my life And Joseph was my joy because He reminded me of her

BROTHERS:

Yechh!!

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Through young Joseph, Jacob lived his youth again Loved him, praised him, gave him all he could, but then It made the rest feel second best And even if they were --

BROTHERS:

Being told were also-rans Does not make us Joseph fans

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But where they have really missed the boat is

BROTHERS:

We're great guys but no-one seems to notice Joseph's charm and winning smiles Fail to slay us in the aisles

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And their father couldn't see the danger He could not imagine any danger He just saw in Joseph all his dreams come true

Jacob wanted to show the world he loved his son To make it clear that Joseph was the special one So Jacob bought his son a coat A multi-colored coat to wear

BROTHERS:

Joseph's coat was elegant, the cut was fine The tasteful style was the ultimate in good design And this is why it caught the eye A king would stop and stare

JOSEPH:

When I got to try it on I knew my sheepskin days were gone

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Such a dazzling coat of many colors

BROTHERS:

How he loved his coat of many colors In a class above the rest It even went well with his vest

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Such a stunning coat of many colors How he loved his coat of many colors It was red and yellow and green and brown and blue

Joseph's brothers weren't too pleased with what they saw

BROTHERS:

We had never liked him all that much before And now this coat Has got our goat We feel life is unfair

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And when Joseph graced the scene His brothers turned a shade of green His astounding clothing took the biscuit

BROTHERS:

Quite the smoothest person in the district

JOSEPH:

I look handsome, I look smart I am a walking work of art Such a dazzling coat of many colors How I love my coat of many colors

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It was red and yellow and green and brown And scarlet and black and ochre and peach And ruby and olive and violet and fawn And lilac and gold and chocolate and mauve And cream and crimson and silver and rose And azure and lemon and russet and grey And purple and white and pink and orange And red and yellow and green and brown and blue

Joseph's Dreams

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Joseph's coat annoyed his brothers

BROTHERS:

But what makes us mad Are the things that Joseph tells us of the dreams he's often had

JOSEPH:

I dreamed that in the fields one day, the corn gave me a sign Your eleven sheaves of corn all turned and bowed to mine My sheaf was quite a sight to see, a golden sheaf and tall Yours were green and second-rate and really rather small

BROTHERS:

This is not the kind of thing we brothers like to hear It seems to us that Joseph and his dreams should disappear

JOSEPH:

I dreamed I saw eleven stars, the sun and moon and sky Bowing down before my star, it made me wonder why Could it be that I was born for higher things than you? A post in someone's government, a ministry or two?

BROTHERS:

The dreams of our dear brother are the decade's biggest yawn His talk of stars and golden sheaves is just a load of corn Not only is he tactless but he's also rather dim For there's eleven of us and there's only one of him

The dreams of course will not come true That is, we think they won't come true That is, we hope they won't come true What if he's right all along?

The dreams are more than crystal clear, the writing on the wall Means that Joseph some day soon will rise above us all The accuracy of the dreams we brothers do not know But one thing we are sure about -- the dreamer has to go!

Poor Poor Joseph

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Next day, far from home, the brothers planned the repulsive crime

BROTHERS:

Let us grab him now, do him in, while we've got the time

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This they did and made the most of it Tore his coat and flung him in a pit

BROTHERS:

Let us leave him here, all alone, and he's bound to die

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When some Ishmaelites, a hairy crew, came riding by In a flash the brothers changed their plan

BROTHERS:

We need cash! Let's sell him if we can

CHORUS OF WEEPING MAIDENS:

Poor poor Joseph, what'cha gonna do? Things look bad for you, hey, what'cha gonna do?

BROTHERS:

Could you use a slave, you hairy bunch of Ishmaelites? Young, strong, well-behaved, going cheap and he reads and writes

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In a trice the dirty deed was done Silver coins for Jacob's favorite son Then the Ishmaelites galloped off with a slave in tow Off to Egypt where Joseph was not too keen to go It wouldn't be a picnic he could tell

JOSEPH:

And I don't speak Egyptian very well

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Joseph's brothers tore his precious multi-colored coat Having ripped it up, they next attacked a passing goat Soon the wretched creature was no more They dipped his coat in blood and guts and gore

Oh now brothers, how low can you stoop? You make a sorry group, hey, how low can you stoop? Poor poor Joseph, sold to be a slave Situation's grave, hey, sold to be a slave

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One More Angel in Heaven

BROTHERS (Levi sings lead):

Father, we've something to tell you, a story of our time A tragic but inspiring tale of manhood in its prime You know you had a dozen sons -- well now that's not quite true But feel no sorrow, do not grieve, he would not want you to

There's one more angel in Heaven There's one more star in the sky Joseph we'll never forget you It's tough but we're gonna get my There's one less place at our table There's one more tear in my eye But Joseph the things that you stood for Like -- er, truth and light never die

When I think of his last great battle A lump comes to my throat It takes a man who knows not fear To wrestle with a goat His blood-stained coat is tribute to his final sacrifice His body may be past its peak but his soul's in paradise

There's one less place at our table There's one more tear in my eye But Joseph the things that you stood for Like truth and light never die Carve his name with pride and courage Let no tear be shed If he had not laid down his life we all would now be dead

There's one more angel in Heaven There's one more star in the sky Joseph we'll never forget you It's tough but we're gonna get my

Potiphar

POTIPHAR:

Potiphar had very few cares I was one of Egypt's millionaires Having made a fortune buying shares In pyramids

Potiphar had made a huge pile Owned a large percentage of the Nile Meant that I could really live in style and I did

Joseph was an unimportant slave who found he liked his master Consequently worked much harder, even with devotion Potiphar could see that Joseph was a cut above the average Made him leader of the household, maximum promotion Potiphar was cool and so fine But his wife would never toe the line It's all there in chapter thirty-nine Of Genesis

She was beautiful but evil Saw a lot of men against his will He would have to tell her that she still Was his

Joseph's looks and handsome figure had attracted her attention Every morning she would beckon

POTIPHAR'S WIFE:

Come and lie with me love

POTIPHAR:

Joseph wanted to resist her, till one day she proved too eager Joseph cried in vain

JOSEPH:

Please stop! I don't believe in free love

POTIPHAR:

Potiphar was counting shekels in his den below the bedroom When he heard a mighty rumpus clattering above him Suddenly he knew his riches couldn't buy him what he wanted Gold would never make him happy if she didn't love him.....

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Old 12-23-2011, 11:31 PM   #1685
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Old 12-27-2011, 07:47 PM   #1686
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Old 12-28-2011, 07:06 PM   #1687
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Old 01-05-2012, 07:25 PM   #1688
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Old 01-06-2012, 12:08 AM   #1689
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Old 01-12-2012, 11:50 PM   #1690
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The Dalai Lama, who had watched a brain operation during a visit to an American medical school over a decade earlier, asked the surgeons a startling question: Can the mind shape brain matter?

Over the years, he said, neuroscientists had explained to him that mental experiences reflect chemical and electrical changes in the brain. When electrical impulses zip through our visual cortex, for instance, we see; when neurochemicals course through the limbic system we feel.

But something had always bothered him about this explanation, the Dalai Lama said. Could it work the other way around? That is, in addition to the brain giving rise to thoughts and hopes and beliefs and emotions that add up to this thing we call the mind, maybe the mind also acts back on the brain to cause physical changes in the very matter that created it. If so, then pure thought would change the brain's activity, its circuits or even its structure.

One brain surgeon hardly paused. Physical states give rise to mental states, he asserted; 'downward' causation from the mental to the physical is not possible. The Dalai Lama let the matter drop. This wasn't the first time a man of science had dismissed the possibility that the mind can change the brain. But 'I thought then and still think that there is yet no scientific basis for such a categorical claim,' he later explained. 'I am interested in the extent to which the mind itself, and specific subtle thoughts, may have an influence upon the brain.'

The Dalai Lama had put his finger on an emerging revolution in brain research. In the last decade of the 20th century, neuroscientists overthrew the dogma that the adult brain can't change. To the contrary, its structure and activity can morph in response to experience, an ability called neuroplasticity. The discovery has led to promising new treatments for children with dyslexia and for stroke patients, among others.

But the brain changes that were discovered in the first rounds of the neuroplasticity revolution reflected input from the outside world. For instance, certain synthesized speech can alter the auditory cortex of dyslexic kids in a way that lets their brains hear previously garbled syllables; intensely practiced movements can alter the motor cortex of stroke patients and allow them to move once paralyzed arms or legs.

The kind of change the Dalai Lama asked about was different. It would come from inside. Something as intangible and insubstantial as a thought would rewire the brain. To the mandarins of neuroscience, the very idea seemed as likely as the wings of a butterfly leaving a dent on an armored tank.

Neuroscientist Helen Mayberg had not endeared herself to the pharmaceutical industry by discovering, in 2002, that inert pills -- placebos -- work the same way on the brains of depressed people as antidepressants do. Activity in the frontal cortex, the seat of higher thought, increased; activity in limbic regions, which specialize in emotions, fell. She figured that cognitive-behavioral therapy, in which patients learn to think about their thoughts differently, would act by the same mechanism.

At the University of Toronto, Dr. Mayberg, Zindel Segal and their colleagues first used brain imaging to measure activity in the brains of depressed adults. Some of these volunteers then received paroxetine (the generic name of the antidepressant Paxil), while others underwent 15 to 20 sessions of cognitive-behavior therapy, learning not to catastrophize. That is, they were taught to break their habit of interpreting every little setback as a calamity, as when they conclude from a lousy date that no one will ever love them.

All the patients' depression lifted, regardless of whether their brains were infused with a powerful drug or with a different way of thinking. Yet the only 'drugs' that the cognitive-therapy group received were their own thoughts.

The scientists scanned their patients' brains again, expecting that the changes would be the same no matter which treatment they received, as Dr. Mayberg had found in her placebo study. But no. 'We were totally dead wrong,' she says. Cognitive-behavior therapy muted overactivity in the frontal cortex, the seat of reasoning, logic, analysis and higher thought. The antidepressant raised activity there. Cognitive-behavior therapy raised activity in the limbic system, the brain's emotion center. The drug lowered activity there.

With cognitive therapy, says Dr. Mayberg, the brain is rewired 'to adopt different thinking circuits.'

Such discoveries of how the mind can change the brain have a spooky quality that makes you want to cue the 'Twilight Zone' theme, but they rest on a solid foundation of animal studies. Attention, for instance, seems like one of those ephemeral things that comes and goes in the mind but has no real physical presence. Yet attention can alter the layout of the brain as powerfully as a sculptor's knife can alter a slab of stone.

That was shown dramatically in an experiment with monkeys in 1993. Scientists at the University of California, San Francisco, rigged up a device that tapped monkeys' fingers 100 minutes a day every day. As this bizarre dance was playing on their fingers, the monkeys heard sounds through headphones. Some of the monkeys were taught: Ignore the sounds and pay attention to what you feel on your fingers, because when you tell us it changes we'll reward you with a sip of juice. Other monkeys were taught: Pay attention to the sound, and if you indicate when it changes you'll get juice.

After six weeks, the scientists compared the monkeys' brains. Usually, when a spot on the skin receives unusual amounts of stimulation, the amount of cortex that processes touch expands. That was what the scientists found in the monkeys that paid attention to the taps: The somatosensory region that processes information from the fingers doubled or tripled. But when the monkeys paid attention to the sounds, there was no such expansion. Instead, the region of their auditory cortex that processes the frequency they heard increased.

Through attention, UCSF's Michael Merzenich and a colleague wrote, 'We choose and sculpt how our ever-changing minds will work, we choose who we will be the next moment in a very real sense, and these choices are left embossed in physical form on our material selves.'

The discovery that neuroplasticity cannot occur without attention has important implications. If a skill becomes so routine you can do it on autopilot, practicing it will no longer change the brain. And if you take up mental exercises to keep your brain young, they will not be as effective if you become able to do them without paying much attention.

Since the 1990s, the Dalai Lama had been lending monks and lamas to neuroscientists for studies of how meditation alters activity in the brain. The idea was not to document brain changes during meditation but to see whether such mental training produces enduring changes in the brain.

All the Buddhist 'adepts' -- experienced meditators -- who lent their brains to science had practiced meditation for at least 10,000 hours. One by one, they made their way to the basement lab of Richard Davidson at the University of Wisconsin, Madison. He and his colleagues wired them up like latter-day Medusas, a tangle of wires snaking from their scalps to the lectroencephalograph that would record their brain waves.

Eight Buddhist adepts and 10 volunteers who had had a crash course in meditation engaged in the form of meditation called nonreferential compassion. In this state, the meditator focuses on unlimited compassion and loving kindness toward all living beings.

As the volunteers began meditating, one kind of brain wave grew exceptionally strong: gamma waves. These, scientists believe, are a signature of neuronal activity that knits together far-flung circuits -- consciousness, in a sense. Gamma waves appear when the brain brings together different features of an object, such as look, feel, sound and other attributes that lead the brain to its aha moment of, yup, that's an armadillo.

Some of the novices 'showed a slight but significant increase in the gamma signal,' Prof. Davidson explained to the Dalai Lama. But at the moment the monks switched on compassion meditation, the gamma signal began rising and kept rising. On its own, that is hardly astounding: Everything the mind does has a physical correlate, so the gamma waves (much more intense than in the novice meditators) might just have been the mark of compassion meditation.

Except for one thing. In between meditations, the gamma signal in the monks never died down. Even when they were not meditating, their brains were different from the novices' brains, marked by waves associated with perception, problem solving and consciousness. Moreover, the more hours of meditation training a monk had had, the stronger and more enduring the gamma signal.

It was something Prof. Davidson had been seeking since he trekked into the hills above Dharamsala to study lamas and monks: evidence that mental training can create an enduring brain trait.

Prof. Davidson then used fMRI imaging to detect which regions of the monks' and novices' brains became active during compassion meditation. The brains of all the subjects showed activity in regions that monitor one's emotions, plan movements, and generate positive feelings such as happiness. Regions that keep track of what is self and what is other became quieter, as if during compassion meditation the subjects opened their minds and hearts to others.[SIZE]
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Old 01-26-2012, 08:45 PM   #1691
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I'm house- and pet-sitting for a family friend. They have a dog. We love each other's company. They also have a cat, and while I've always gotten along well with cats, I've found there is a shift in mindset from dog-owner to cat-owner, even temporarily.

Things I Have Learned About Cats (by generalising about stuff this one cat does)
1. The cat owns the whole bed. You're allowed to sleep in it as a kind of oversized hot-water bottle.
2. Close enough is good enough when using the litterbox.
3. Chin rubs.
4. A dog serves you becasue it loves you, a cat loves you because you serve it.
5. Cats really do love eating fish.
6. All cats are entirely cold and narcissistic. Whether through selective breeding or cruel chance, they have a fundamental need for human affection. They glare at you to show you that they resent this. Or maybe their faces are just stuck like that.
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Old 01-26-2012, 09:24 PM   #1692
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4. A dog serves you becasue it loves you, a cat loves you because you serve it.
That might be the reason dogs suffer all kinds of neuroses while cats are generally healthy (mentally).

Generally speaking, a dog would want to be with you. Always. It makes them anxious if they can't be with you. Unless, of course, they're the leader of the pack. If you bring them up that way, they expect your undying loyalty.
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Old 01-27-2012, 11:29 AM   #1693
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^Neuroses, yes. Our dog has started a search and destroy mission for the baby's pacifiers. The baby doesn't care so much about the pacifiers, so it's not a big deal, but it does reveal the extent of the dog's jealousy.

Poor baby. By which I mean the dog, not the baby.
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Old 01-27-2012, 06:11 PM   #1694
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I had a really neurotic cat once who was jealous when I nursed the baby, so one day she peed on the bed in front of us.
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^That is horrible. And also hilarious.

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