Do you think it’s bad luck to
have a black cat cross your path?
Some superstitious people still believe this.

I have a friend who drove down
to visit for the 4th of July and when
he got to my house my two black
guard cats crossed his path
and he freaked out.
I asked him what that was
all about and he was surprised
that I didn’t know that black
cats were bad luck.

I chuckled to myself and after he
got settled I got to the computer
and looked it up.

There is an old wife’s tale about
a father and son who were traveling
on a dark new moon night when a
black cat crossed their path.
They pick up rocks and hurled
them at the cat. The frightened cat
hid and ran into an old woman’s house
at the end of the road to hide.
The next morning the father and the
son saw the old woman walking.
She had bruises all over her body and
walked with a limp. They concluded
that this was no coincidence at all,
the woman was believed to be a witch
who changes herself into a black cat
at night to prowl the streets unnoticed.

A black cat is not lucky or unlucky.
Depending on where you live, in some
cultures, the black cat is still revered
and a symbol of good luck even today.
The Scottish believe that when a strange
black cat arrives to the home it
signifies prosperity.

I believe that Ones luck never changes
for better or worse for at one we
all cross a black cat.
We make our own luck.
Real Luck has to do with a few
things like self talk, and visualizations.

Self talk can be good or bad depending
what you are saying to yourself.
One can be saying that they are successful
out loud and at the same time telling
themselves internally that they will
never be successful. It takes practice
and training to get congruent with your
inner and outer speech patterns. It is the
same for ones visualizations. If you see
yourself healthy and strong –you are
usually that way, but if you only talk the
talk and don’t walk the walk you are
bound to fail.

There is a very brilliant psychologist
that I met who sent her entire group to
my class to learn the ancient formula
of The Magic Square. This goes back
to the Chinese system of Fung Shui
where there are 9 squares all having to
do with a different part of your life.

*Carrier
*Relationship
*Family
*Money
*Spiritual
*Travel and influential people
*Projects
*Self cultivation
*Success

Once you learn and apply the principles
to your life you will have a road map to
have what you want to accomplish.
We video recorded the entire seminar
and had it professionally edited into two DVD’s.

Many of you have written me and asked
if you could acquire a copy of the
workshop that I taught in Miami on
the Ancient Chinese Healing Secret.
I don’t share these teachings with the
public, but if you have been a loyal
reader of Dr. Wu’s health tips I have
agreed to share these.

If you are ready to make some big
changes in your life and are tired of
waiting– order your copy of the
magic square workshop now:

http://rechargingqigong.com/magic-square-workshop.html

Make the changes and start walking
your walk and talking your talk.
You will see and feel the difference
in your life within days of doing the program.

I wish you the best in your Health,
Wealth and Happiness

Dr. Wu Dhi

PS.
If you send in your order before
the 15th of July, I will enclose a
FREE copy of one of my DVD’s
a $30.00 value.

Dr. Wu Dhi

Last week my son called me really excited with some good news.
Damo as we effectively call him is the editor of 6 newspapers in Arizona
He’s spends long days getting things together to get the newspapers ready to roll out on the press.

I really don’t know too much about the newspaper business so I Google it and here’s what I found
by Steve a. Smith

A newspaperman was a writer. An author. The true, first voice of history.

A newspaperman chronicled the life of his times on old Remingtons with faded ribbons.

A newspaperman wrote on copy paper, one story in one take.
If he wanted a copy, he used carbon paper. If it didn’t sing, it was spiked.

A newspaperman edited with pencils and always had a ready stack,
freshly sharpened, at the start of every shift.

A newspaperman smoked at his desk. And if the managing editor wasn’t paying too much attention,
he might steal a drink, too.

A newspaperman knew how to eat well and finish off the meal with a stiff drink and a fine cigar — all on the company dime.

A newspaperman wore black slacks, a bit worn. A short-sleeved white shirt and a thin black necktie.

A newspaperman owned one pair of black wingtips for his entire career.

A newspaperman had nicknames, raunchy, rude and unashamedly affectionate nicknames,
for all of the linotype operators in the basement.

A newspaperman reveled in the composing room heat, the smells of melted lead and oily black ink.
But the newspaperman was most at home in the newsroom.

A loud, smoky, smelly place. Wire machines. Real phones with loud rings.

The morning news meeting held in the men’s room, the last two stalls on the right,
each editor doing his business while conducting business.

The newsroom was a place of boisterous rough housing, crude jokes and tough insults,
none taken too seriously, unless they were taken seriously, in which case there might be a bit of a ruckus,
maybe a swing or two.

And the characters. The copy editor who barked like a dog.
The old city editor who ate reheated fish for lunch.
The former war correspondent, hobbling around on one leg, the other lost to drink not combat.
The newsroom was no place for the meek. The young newspaperman knew that when the managing
editor threw a coffee cup at his head, the proper recourse was to duck.

The older newspapermen had their heroes. Ben Franklin. John Peter Zenger. Horace Greeley.
William Randolph Hearst. Joseph Pulitzer, maybe. William Allen White certainly.

And because he had the heart of a newspaperman, Edward R. Murrow and, later, maybe Walter Cronkite.
For the aspiring newspaperman, heroes were the veterans who welcomed him into the newsroom,
all the while expecting he would stay quiet, pay his dues and eventually prove himself under fire.

The brightest, most ambitious, most talented young newspapermen were grateful for every day
they were able to work next to these great, principled and talented men.

A newspaperman knew the meaning of a deadline. He felt a chill when the presses rumbled at
midnight and would look for a reason to be in the press room,
slipping an early run paper from the conveyor to give the front page a quick
look and maybe also to see his byline in print.

Newspapermen worked hard and played hard.
The bartender at the dive across the street knew how many beers each reporter could consume between editions.
And after the last edition went to press, the bar lights would be turned up just enough to let the newspapermen
read those papers pulled fresh from the press.

The newspaperman was respected in the community. There was a mystique, a glamour that really didn’t exist but
which the newspaperman happily cultivated. In the movies, the editors were Cary Grant. Or Clark Gable. Or Jack Webb.
Or Humphrey Bogart, the greatest of all.

The young newspaperman wanted to be Bogie, standing in the press room, screaming into the phone,

“That’s the sound of the press, baby.”

The young newspaperman aspired to challenge authority, defend the defenseless and right wrongs.
If he was a Don Quixote with a pen, his windmills were politicians, bureaucrats, crooks and thugs.
He thought of his job as a calling and truth was his holy grail.
Nice read Steve.

I don’t picture my Son drinking and smoking cigars but who knows.
When I asked about the good news he said.
Dad I’ve got a space to fill in the newspaper and if you send me an ad I’ll put you in.

How cool is that.

I sent him a few choose one on the Recharging Qi Gong.
Take a look http://rechargingqigong.com/recharging-qi-gong.html
The other one was an ad that I ran in Black Belt magazine.
I’ll let you know what he picked as soon as he sends it to me.

Dr Wu’s Black Belt

I wish you the best in your Health, wealth and happiness.

Dr. Wu Dhi

PS Thanks Damo xoxo Dad

21 degrees in Florida this morning and that’s
a record breaker. Miami Beach is warmer 29 but with that breeze coming off the ocean its dam cool at my house.
 

Never the less I was up early walked down to
the beach and did my TRAINING AS USUAL.
The Recharging Qi Gong exercises increases power,
 warms the kidneys and gives you more sexual strength
and if one gets all that, who wouldn’t want to train. 
www.rechargingqigong.com

“He who fails to train, Trains to fail”.

According to traditional Chinese medicine, the kidneys
 are responsible for our growth, development, reproduction,
 bone marrow production, temperature regulation, the
function of brain and spinal cord, controls the strength
of bones,and fluid metabolism. If your kidneys are deficient
you could have signs and symptoms which will include:
 

Exhaustion, feeling cold all the time, swollen face,
swollen extremities, memory loss, hair loss, hearing
problems, decreased sexual drive, brittle bones,
teeth problems, sore back and knees, frequent pale
urination, incontinence, high blood pressure, low
sperm count, infertility, hypothyroidism, asthma,
impotence, difficult bowel movements. 
You can see why the kidneys are so important to keep strong.
One of the keys to longevity is to keep the kidneys strong.
 
I have been telling you about Shou Wu Chih in my blog.
You know the Chinese tonic to keep your kidneys warm.

(Look at November 19th, 2009
 “Keeping the Kidneys warm all winter”
www.Drwudhi.com
 
I have been drink it since late fall to prepare my system
for the cold and keep my energy at its best. 

A few days ago when I heard that the artic freeze was
coming my way, I got all the goodies ready to make a
tonifying ginseng chicken soup.
Here is the formula,Enjoy!

Ingredients
1 small black chicken
(you can find a black chicken at the
Chinese grocery store)
5 slices of ginger about the size of a quarter
and ¼ of an inch thick
3 or 4 Tsp. Shou Wu Chih
10 Chinese red dates
1 pieces of dried ginger
2 or 3 pieces of garlic
½ package of the thin ginseng root
(they look like thick twigs and come
with a string around them)

Seasonings:
2 tsp sea salt
5 tbsp rice wine
A splash of sesame seed oil

Directions:
1. Wash and clean the black chicken
( I soak the chicken in salt water
for a few hours to pull out toxins)
2. Peel the ginger and garlic
3. Rinse the ginseng root, and red dates
4. Place the black chicken in a large pot
and add the ginseng root, Shou Wu Chih,
red dates, ginger and garlic.
Add enough water to cover the ingredients.
5. Bring the pot of water to a hardy boil.
6. Lower to low heat and simmer the soup for
 about 2 hours
7. Remove from heat and add the seasonings before serving

Today I had 3 bowels already and I’ll have another one
for dinner. Yum!

My entire body is warm. I Train Hard and I am Chocked
 full of energy.

Keep training Hard!

Dr. Wu Dhi