Old Age Is a Terminal IllnessUniversal-Publishers, 2006 - 188 sidor Dr. Alma Bond provides insight into one of the greatest challenges of life: conquering the fear of death. Using her own experiences with the deaths of loved ones, Dr. Bond constructed a Old Age is a Terminal Illness in a style similar to Sigmund Freud's Interpretation of Dreams in order to overcome her fear of death. As a published author, Dr. Bond's goal is to pass her experiences on to all those who need to conquer the same fear in order to live the rest of their lives to the fullest. |
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... felt wretched and was unable to write. Whenever I experience a conflict I do not understand, I keep a dream journal. I have done this since I was twenty-one years old. Studying my dreams often has helped me discover what is percolating ...
... felt wretched and was unable to write. Whenever I experience a conflict I do not understand, I keep a dream journal. I have done this since I was twenty-one years old. Studying my dreams often has helped me discover what is percolating ...
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... felt impervious to death. But with people of my age dying like flies, it became impossible to keep away the knowledge that soon, too soon, the bell would toll for me. You might ask why an analyst in practice for over thirty-five years ...
... felt impervious to death. But with people of my age dying like flies, it became impossible to keep away the knowledge that soon, too soon, the bell would toll for me. You might ask why an analyst in practice for over thirty-five years ...
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... felt about his ordeal he said, “I feel a new sense of freedom. When you've faced the worst, you've done it already. There's nothing to be afraid of anymore. You think, oh, here's another day; you'd better not waste it. I'll never be ...
... felt about his ordeal he said, “I feel a new sense of freedom. When you've faced the worst, you've done it already. There's nothing to be afraid of anymore. You think, oh, here's another day; you'd better not waste it. I'll never be ...
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... felt he had to die. I believe if he had tried harder, he could have made it. But he told me he didn't want to use up all his money on heroic efforts to save his life. His death was a sacrifice that enabled him to leave an inheritance to ...
... felt he had to die. I believe if he had tried harder, he could have made it. But he told me he didn't want to use up all his money on heroic efforts to save his life. His death was a sacrifice that enabled him to leave an inheritance to ...
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... felt that creativity and the source of life are of a piece, and that when we are able to understand one, we will also understand the other. The other day, my granddaughters and I were working on a few pieces of sculpture. When we ...
... felt that creativity and the source of life are of a piece, and that when we are able to understand one, we will also understand the other. The other day, my granddaughters and I were working on a few pieces of sculpture. When we ...
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Jungs Hypothesis of Life after Death | 47 |
Shirley Syms is Calling Me | 55 |
Joan Simonton | 63 |
Anna Schwarz | 71 |
Jill Bronson | 85 |
New Friends Old Friends and the Depleted | 99 |
Kendall Kane | 125 |
Finale | 167 |
Bibliography | 177 |
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Sida 55 - Behold, we know not anything; I can but trust that good shall fall At last— far off— at last, to all, And every winter change to spring. So runs my dream ; but what am I ? An infant crying in the night ; An infant crying for the light, And with no language but a cry.
Sida 116 - The boast of heraldry, the pomp of pow'r, And all that beauty, all that wealth e'er gave, Awaits alike th
Sida 20 - Tis but an hour ago since it was nine, And after one hour more 'twill be eleven ; And so, from hour to hour, we ripe and ripe, And then, from hour to hour, we rot and rot ; And thereby hangs a tale.
Sida 159 - Break, break, break, On thy cold gray stones, O Sea! And I would that my tongue could utter The thoughts that arise in me. O well for the fisherman's boy, That he shouts with his sister at play! O well for the sailor lad, That he sings in his boat on the bay! And the stately ships go on To their haven under the hill; But O for the touch of a...
Sida 10 - And speech, and wind-swift thought, and all the moods that mould a state, hath he taught himself; and how to flee the arrows of the frost, when 'tis hard lodging under the clear sky, and the arrows of the rushing rain; yea, he hath resource for all; without resource he meets nothing that must come: only against Death shall he call for aid in vain; but from baffling maladies he hath devised escapes.
Sida 144 - Everything that man does in his symbolic world is an attempt to deny and overcome his grotesque fate. He literally drives himself into a blind obliviousness with social games, psychological tricks, personal preoccupations so far removed from the reality of his situation that they are forms of madness — agreed madness, shared madness, disguised and dignified madness, but madness all the same.
Sida 133 - THE ELEPHANT IN THE ROOM There's an elephant in the room. It is large and squatting, so it is hard to get around it. Yet we squeeze by with, "How are you
Sida 17 - ... his old pants. There'll be in his pockets Things he used to put there, Keys and pennies Covered with tobacco; Dan shall have the pennies To save in his bank; Anne shall have the keys To make a pretty noise with. Life must go on, And the dead be forgotten; Life must go on, Though good men die; Anne, eat your breakfast; Dan, take your medicine; Life must go on; I forget just why.
Sida 9 - It's not that I'm afraid to die. I just don't want to be there when it happens.