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Shri Gurumurthy Guruji
In the year 1994, Guruji was residing in Puttenahalli JP Nagar 7th Phase at the place where the temple now stands. At that time, this place was surrounded by fields and behind it there was a Mango grove. There were just a few scattered houses in those days. JP Nagar, 7th phase, Puttenahalli Palya was at that time an underdeveloped village. One had to go to Sarakki or JP Nagar 6th Phase to catch a bus. At that time Guruji was studying in 8th standard at the Patel Education Society in NS Palya, which is located near BTM layout.
One day school was dismissed at half time as a census was being conducted. Guruji left school at mid-day and made his way back home on foot. On reaching his house he went to sleep as he was feeling tired. Guruji's mother had gone to work.
Guruji recollects, on that day when I was sleeping, I heard a voice telling "Allah Malik" suddenly on listening to the voice I woke up and saw an old man with a beard appeared before my house, he resembling a Great Divine Power. He had a cloth wrapped around his head. His white kurta was all wrinkled and creased and he held a bhiksha bowl in his hand. His facial expression and the beard led me to assume that he was a beggar and remembering my mother's words not to open the door to strangers, I asked the old man to go away. However I felt quite perturbed on telling him to leave, and as soon as I had mouthed the words, Baba raised one hand to the sky and spoke ""Allah Malik". Oh child, I know who you are? Do you know who I am? Will you not complete the half done job?" I now thought that this old man may be an astrologer (Kani Man) and asked him to leave once again. On hearing my words Baba replied "Ok Allah will show the way, Allah Malik" and started to walk away. He must not have walked further than four or five steps when he disappeared from my sight completely. Seeing him disappear so suddenly, I felt quite disturbed. I thought to myself, "he is an old man and he might be hungry". I opened the door and came out side but could not see him anywhere. How he could have gone so far away and out of my sight within just two minutes, I thought to myself. My mind was quite troubled and I began to look for him, but to no avail.
A few days after this incident, I noticed that the Tulasi Brindavan in front of our house was full of dried leaves. As I removed the dried Tulasi Plant from the Brindavan, I was extremely surprised to see a pair of feet shinning in a bluish light. At that time I did not know and was too young to understand that these feet were Baba's Paada. I rubbed my eyes in disbelief. I opened them again but the foot prints were clearly seen in the soil where the beggar had a stood a few days ago (I did not know that the beggar was Sai Baba) A bright light emanated from this place in the ground. I thought to myself, how this could be possible and as I continued to look the foot prints became brighter. I can never forget this divine experience which happened to me that day and even today as I close my eyes and remember this incident, I can see the picture of Baba's footprints clearly , when Baba gave darshan to me. As I narrate this incident I feel I am soaring high like a Garuda, Eagle and not in this world.
Going back to the incident which occurred on that day, I felt my mind had gone blank. Some 45 minutes later I heard the sound of the words "Allah Malik" as I turned my head toward the direction of this sound , I saw to my utter surprise the same beggar who had come to my house earlier. He told me that he had magically caused the vision of the brightening of the Foot Prints. I walked towards him, wondering what was happening to me. The old man bent towards me and placed his right hand on my head. I felt I had a strange experience. I experienced unexplainable happiness; where my body became light and it started experiencing a thrilling sensation, Baba said "Oh child, did I not tell you that whenever you call me, I will come? Good, Allah has made way now". Baba's hand was still resting on my head and I moved my gaze upward to look at his face. I saw a divine, unimaginable, unexplainable bright light in Baba's eyes and behind his head I could see a thin bright light, just as when we see the moon on a full moon day, where a thin halo of bright light surrounding the moon is formed. I enjoyed the feeling of his palm on my head, after a few minutes, Baba placed his hand on my shoulder and said, "listen to my words carefully Oh child" (Baba spoke about the previous birth of Guruji) for the betterment of the whole universe, seeking good things for all, to preach Dharma, sow the seed of Gnana and to bring one and all to the Marg of Satya, that is the Divine Path and he preached the words of the Gnana Path to Guruji.
From that day onwards till date, every full moon day, Baba devotees experience Sai Darshan, find solutions to their problems, and attain success in fulfilling their ambitions and inner desires. Everyone can feel the divine, unimaginable, unexplainable bright light in Baba's eyes during Aarti, Baba gives us solutions to all our problems through this "Divine Sight".
Solutions To the various problems of life are available in Nature, In That Spirituality has its own Effective Solutions to the Problems.A Divine Place For The fullfillment Of One's Hearly Desires & Brings Peace to one's Physical & Mental Ailments. Indian Famous Spiritual Guru Shri Gurumurthy Guruji Started his spiritual trip at a tender age of 12. He started hearing astrology and also Vedic rituals from youth. The vast expertise he possesses was handed down to him by his forefathers. Even more, Gurumurthy Guruji organic style for astrology and Vedic discovering came from his dad, a famous name in Bangalore, Wembley, and also in India, in the state of Karnataka, he is considered as the Great Grand Daddy. For all his predictions, Guruji uses his experience and also expertise of astrology to provide precise remedies thereby helping in recognizing as well as attaining objectives; in acknowledging unanticipated hurdles one could face. Praised as one the very best Indian astrologer , Guruji individuality depends on his in-depth knowledge, innovative suggestions, and vibrant thoughts. Suffering from over 14 years of experience in astrology, he desires to connect to people and assist them understand the dynamic link between life and astrology. His understandings have actually helped many people to get clarity in their lives. He has actually made some amazing, honest forecasts concerning folks and occasions. While interacting within him, an people will really feel the easiness as well as heat in his habits.


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Scott ran. The rakes in his side, down his stomach were slow to heal, the newer set still leaking blood down his side. But then, wounds from her when she'd been full beast had been slow to heal, too. The stronger the creature delivering the injury, be it wolf or something else, the longer it took for the body to repair itself. In comparison, the shredded flesh of his arms, where he'd torn the razor wire loose, was already knit, save for the places where the metal still cut into his wrist.
He hadn't taken the time to unwind all the twisted lengths of wire in his desperation to find Stiles before Zlata did, simply wrenching his arms free, barbed metal slicing literally to the bone in his haste. But pain of late had become dismally familiar and the sting of shredded flesh was less debilitating than the rush of acid through his veins. It didn't steal his strength so much as fuel the adrenalin surging through him.
He didn't know how long he'd been out. Just that they'd both been gone when he'd woken, that last taunt ringing in his ears. He heard the gunshots, while he was still trying to rip free of the razor wire. Just a pair of reports and by the time he was out the house there was nothing more. But they'd come from the house across the field and Stiles scent led towards the woods and almost he started that way, before he caught a flash of movement from the corner of his eye and he saw her, sprinting across the yellowed grass of a vast front yard towards the road. He changed direction on a dime, across the patch of back yard and into the fallow field before he caught sight of Stiles, at the road, pelting across asphalt towards the woods on the other side.
Alive still and relief flooded him. But if Zlata caught up with him before he could, all it might take was a slash of her claws and he might not be for long.
So he ran, putting everything he had into closing that distance. And she was fast, but he was faster. She knew he was there, looked over her shoulder as she bounded for the road and snarled. Scott almost had her when she made it, darting in front of a pickup truck loaded down with bungee cord secured furniture. Almost she made it, but the edge of the front bumper caught her, and when the driver swerved in desperation, he clipped Scott, who was fast on her tail. The impact sent him tumbling into the gravel-laced dirt at the side of the road. He rolled to a crouch, head spinning.
She crouched on the other side, shaking her head, knees bleeding from where she'd skidded in the gravel, looking as stunned as he felt. The truck screeched to a stop, an old man getting out, yelling about 'goddamned kids in the road' and how he hadn't seen them, before he stuttered to a halt, getting a good look at her, fangs and claws and all.
She tensed, growling, and the old guy staggered backwards, wide-eyed in shock. Scott sprang between her and him, before she could make the decision to pounce. He stood there, bloody and gasping, meeting her glare with a red-eyed one of his own. She screamed at him and it was like sandpaper grating on the inside of his head, hoarse and shrill and eardrum-shattering loud. Instinct surged in him at the challenge though, the wolf rushing to the fore and he roared back. And this time the old guy with the truck got a look at Scott's beast and between the two of them, he fell over himself trying to get back into the cab, burning rubber as he screeched away. A few pieces of the load stacked onto the back teetered off, crashing to the asphalt.
"You fast," she sneered. "Fast like rabbit, running for life."
"Wolves are just faster than bears."
She grinned at him, that toothy, rip your face off grin she had perfected. "Bear stronger. Bear claws longer, they take a wolf down with one swipe."
"Only if they connect."
She laughed outright then, before spinning and running into the trees. A game. It was a game to her and he had no choice but to play.
It must have been getting on towards evening, hours passed since Zlata had taken him at school. Plunging into the woods, tearing through underbrush and bramble in a desperate attempt to put distance between him and her, the foliage cast everything in shadowy darkness.
Stiles didn't look back to see if she was on his trail. He just ran, stumbling over roots and stray sticks, clutching the shovel like it was a weapon that might actually have done more than make her laugh if she caught him. He called himself a fool as he ran, because he'd gone exactly where he hadn't wanted to go, into her element. Into the cover of woods where she could rip out his insides at her leisure and nobody would likely find his remains for weeks if - - worse case scenario - - she got to him before Scott managed to tear his way out of the razor wire and get to him first. If Scott could even get the upper hand with her, which he hadn't done a very good job of achieving as of yet. If she didn't kill them both and leave them for the scavengers to pick clean of flesh - - for their bones to nestle in the leaves and the mulch, relics that maybe someday might make their way back to the people that cared.
Scenarios raced through his head, grisly, terrible images born of an imagination that tended towards the macabre. His heart raced from more than the exertion.
The cry rattled the woods. A terrible, gut wrenching sound that made the hairs on the back of his arms stand up. Then a second roar on the tails of the first, drifting through the trees. For a handful of heartbeats, everything went silent, before the avian wood life started chattering and chirping in shrill alarm. The second one had sounded like a pissed off wolf. Please, please let it have been a pissed off wolf.
Stiles hesitated a moment, one hand on the rough bark of a pine, gasping for breath, staring over his shoulder in the direction he thought the cries had originated. He allowed himself a few lungfuls of air, before forcing himself into motion again. There had to be something to throw her off his trail. A stream would have been nice - - the water maybe a path to diluting his scent trail. But the landscape was proving uncooperative, providing no handy streams or brooks that he might plunge into and wade down. If that would even work, because hadn't Scott said that the scent trail when it was strong floated in the air, like a phosphorescent trail that he could almost see. If he survived this, he needed to do a little research and find out. He didn't have claws and fangs, but a little knowledge went a long ways.
Some sixth sense made the hairs on the back of his neck stand up, and he just started to turn, when he caught the flash of movement from the corner of his eye. Something fast and silent hurtling towards him. His feet slipped in leaves and the ground dropped out from under him. With a yelp, he slid down an incline, ended up on his ass at the bottom of a dry gully, before scrambling backwards, desperately searching for the source of the movement.
And there she was, crouching at the top of the slope, elongated mouth pulled back in a tooth-baring grin. It was horrifying and hideous and he couldn't even find the breath to come up with something to say that might stave off the inevitable.
Then Scott hit her from behind. A full body tackle that sent them both rolling down the incline towards Stiles. He hissed, scrambling out of the path, trying to get to his feet, but sneakers slipping in leaves that still held onto the dampness from yesterday's rain. They weren't paying attention to him, though.
They were snarling and swiping at each other as they tumbled, Scott rolling away from her as they hit bottom, slashing out with an arm that trailed a good couple of feet of loose razor wire twined around wrist and forearm. The loose end slashed towards her face and she screeched in outrage, rushing him, raking claws in his direction with single-minded mania. Scott avoided the charge - -mostly. Got raked across the forearm so deeply, that Stiles could see bone - - and somehow didn't let it slow him down when he drove under her attack and bowled into her legs, taking her off her feet.
He got in a good swipe at her then, as she was off balance and scrambling to regain it, raking claws down her hip to her thigh, shredding fabric and flesh beneath, but she dug her own clawed hands into his shoulder and flung him with contemptuous ease into the bole of a tree a half dozen yards away. Scott rolled to his feet, a little slower this time, looking a little dazed, and the arm she'd raked, the same arm she'd just latched hold of to throw him away from her, hung limp at his side.
She crouched in the leaves, blood soaking the right leg of her jeans where Scott had scored his own hit, eyes glowing under the shadows of a heavy brow ridge that had developed a startling case of unibrow. Everything about her was dense, bone thicker than it had been when he'd seen her shift towards her beast in the house. She hadn't just shifted form, she'd gained mass and that sort of blew his mind a little, trying to comprehend how a 110 pound girl could just develop bulk out of thin air. Where did the additional mass come from? And where did it go? The wolves didn't suddenly turn into hulking behemoths when they shifted. Well, most of the wolves he knew. They kept their same body mass. And he wasn't talking a few pounds of muscle weight, going from the Vanago to Zlata - - it was maybe three or four hundred pounds she'd shed. Of course, he was nitpicking a little thing like simple physics as applied to freaking supernatural creatures that shouldn't exist in the real world at all, so maybe he was over thinking.
She turned her gaze towards Stiles and he swallowed, clutching the shovel, afraid to take that step backwards that might set her off.
"Me. Look at me," Scott growled, moving into that space between Stiles and her. "He's not the threat. I am."
She lifted a hand, licking blood off the tip of a claw. "One bleeding wolf not much of a threat."
She pushed herself up, stalking towards them. Scott edged backwards, wary.
"Go," Scott didn't glance back when he said it, but Stiles knew he was pleading with him. "Please, go."
The last time Scott had asked that of him, Scott had been half out of his head on wolfsbane and she had been a damned big, supernatural bear. He'd had better than a shovel in his hands, too.
So it was only reasonable. It wasn't like he was anything but a hindrance in this battle of claws and fangs and superhuman strength. And if she was going to tear them up, it didn't make sense for both of them to stand here and let it happen. He might actually stand a chance if he ran. If Scott could hold her off long enough for him to get to the road and wave down a car. It was a chance at survival.
And he couldn't make himself do it. Scott hadn't abandoned him and damned if he'd abandon Scott to face her alone. Even if all he was good for was giving Scott a damned desperate reason to keep on fighting.
"Yeah - - no." He tightened his fingers around the shaft of the shovel, backing up as Scott backed up. If he could offer a distraction, maybe Scott could get in another decent hit. "When this bitch goes down, I wanna be here to see it."
Scott hissed softly, about as pleased with Stiles' bravado as Zlata seemed to be. She growled, refocusing her amber stare past Scott towards him.
"You talk big, little rabbit," she sneered. "But you stink of fear."
He imagined he did.
She lunged at Scott, raking clawed hands faster than Stiles could easily follow. And Scott back peddled, a desperate dance to avoid her attack. Crazy fast, both of them and Stiles forgot sometimes how fast Scott could be, because he went out of his way to contain it. To hide it and pretend he was something he was not.
Scott got in what Stiles thought was a pretty good hit and Zlata staggered to one knee. Blood blossomed across her lower back, before she spun, lashing out and catching Scott with a backhanded blow that hit with the sickening sound of bone snapping through the muffling layer of flesh.
He went down, skidding in leaves, clutching at his leg, high up on his thigh, jaw clenched in pain. Bone would knit fast. Stiles had seen him heal in minutes from broken bones - -but minutes were a luxury they didn't have.
She swung her gaze towards him, mouth splitting in a feral grin, before she leaped at him. Scott screamed at her, floundering in his attempts to push himself up.
Stiles screamed himself, wildly swinging the shovel, trying to hold her off. She knocked it out of his hand with one swipe of her claws, almost taking his fingers off in the process. He scrambled backwards, trying to get up that slick incline, regretting to his bones not taking Scott's advice and running while he'd had the chance. She would have had to work to take him down then at least. Put in a little effort at chasing him down before she disemboweled him.
She caught his ankle, claws ripping through denim, tearing into the flesh of his leg as she dragged him down.
"Oh fuck - - fuck - -" He rolled onto his back, both hands up, flimsy shields against six-inch claws, as she loomed over him.
Scott roared at her loud enough to make the insides of Stiles' eardrums pop with the shock of the volume. She winced, her hearing no doubt a lot more sensitive than Stiles', half turned to look over her shoulder at Scott, who was teetering on his feet, favoring the one leg heavily enough that Stiles figured if it came down to putting actual weight on it, he'd fold.
Which was around the time the second roar rattled the leaves and both she and Stiles' both snapped their attention up towards the top of the incline just in time to see the flash of a body hurtling down towards them.
It was Derek. Stiles was pretty sure the flash of dark clothes and pale skin was Derek that hit her full frontal, slamming her backwards down the slope, tearing at her as she tore at him. Derek wasn't taking Scott's course of actually trying to avoid all her blows, he just waded in, taking damage while trying to deliver some of his own. Which resulted in blood. A damned lot of blood and the sound of ripping flesh, and the screams of wolf and half bear, until she threw him off with about the same ease she'd tossed Scott around and Derek rolled to his feet, dripping red, horrendous gashes across his chest and shoulders.
Another body skidded down the slope, right on his head, almost. Stiles managed to avoid yelping as Isaac slid to a stop below him, crouching in the leaves, as full on wolf as the other two. They'd tracked Scott. He didn't know how or really care to be honest, the relief was so strong.
She shifted, flexing her red stained claws, ignoring the gashes in her own flesh, flicking her gaze between the three of them, ending up focusing it on Scott. He was moving a little easier, the pain tension gone from his face.
"Pack of wolves not much harder to kill than lone one." She purred, all about the sweet talk.
"You had a chance," Scott said softly. "You could have made a new life for yourself."
"You give her too much credit, Scott," Stiles pushed himself up, edging further up the incline, away from what he figured was going to be a damned bloody area, once one of them snapped. "She was a monster before she became a bear. She's still a monster. Waking up in a different century isn't gonna change that."
Which pissed her off. She attacked, hurdling in his direction, and the only thing between him and her was Isaac. Isaac snarled, lunging at her and she shifted direction, mid-pounce and took him down, ripping and clawing, going for his throat, before Derek and Scott came at her from behind.
Then it was free for all, brutal and bloody and Stiles scrambled backwards, leg throbbing where she'd gouged him. Somebody got in a lucky hit, tearing away part of her calf. She screamed, slicing into Derek as she went down. He tumbled into Scott, clutching his throat, blood leaking out between his fingers. Scott got in her path when she came at him again, dragging that shredded leg. She was equal opportunity in her rage and went at him instead, snapping her jaws around his forearm when he put it up to fend her off. The wire around his wrist proved as painful to her as it had to them, more so when Scott ripped his arm free of her hold, and tore the side of her cheek away in the process.
An inadvertent score that Scott staggered back from, looking horrified at. Her scream this time was shrill with a different sort of fury. Desperation. Fear maybe, that she'd underestimated a trio of wolves. She roared again and this time, it came with an elongation of her torn jaw. Teeth growing longer, bone shifting - - shifting everywhere - gaining more mass, dark hair beginning to bristle forth from smooth skin - as her body started going through another transformation. Not half measures this time, but heading towards full-fledged vanago. And if they'd barely been holding their own against her when she was only half the beast, their chances against her when she went full vanago were a lot slimmer.
"Stop her," he screamed. "Don't let her turn."
But they were already on the same page. Derek with half healed gouges in his neck rushing her from the front. Isaac feinting at her from the side, drawing her attention, while Scott hit her back. Latched onto her as her spine was curving, thickening, melting into something bigger and badder. He drew the piece of trailing razor wire across her throat, tearing up his hand as he grasped the loose end, wrapping it around his palm and yanking back. Hanging fast as she spun, trying to dislodge him, trying to tear at the wire cutting into her throat, while Derek sliced into her from the fore.
When she whipped around, half flinging Scott off her back, there was very little human left in her. The way the bones of her arms had shifted, she was no longer agile enough to reach the wire around her throat, but she had the power to hit Derek hard enough to send him flying. To shrug off Isaac as if he were hardly more than an annoyance, and to pick a new target.
With a strangled roar, and a flash of amber eyes, she bore down on him.
She shifted under him. No longer brown hair and human skin against his own, but broad muscle and bristly fur. And it wasn't just the physical transformation that shook him to the core. It was this emanation of power that rippled over her skin, crackling and primal and full of rage. That was the essence at the core of her that she pulled from. Her rage, maybe the rage that had fueled the curse that she'd brought upon herself almost a century ago. Blood fueled and blood fed and she'd never be satisfied unless her hands were drenched in it.
And she was heading for Stiles, who was scrambling backwards, feet slipping in the leaves, wide-eyed and horrified at the death that was hurtling towards him. One more death before she got to the rest of them. And Scott didn't know if he could stop her.
He felt a rage of his own surge up, born of desperation and fear. A blind wash of red around the edges of his vision. He pulled back on the wire, until the metal tore through her flesh and his, grating on the bones of his arm, of his hand, tearing through the muscle mass she had formed about neck and throat, until she staggered, veering into a tree, slamming against it in efforts to throw him off. He held on, biting down on the scream that vibrated at the back of his throat at the utterly horrifying sound of metal scraping against bone. The pain was almost inconsequential, the nerves that would have made it worse, probably severed through and through.
Until the wire snapped, tensile strength not up to the pressure he was applying. He tumbled off, skidding in the leaves between her and Stiles. He could hear the rasp of Stiles' breath behind him, the low, gurgling growl emanating from her maw. There was only a trace of the girl in the eyes of the beast before him. A malicious glint in the amber, as the gums pulled back in a blood and froth speckled grin. If she bowled him over she'd be on Stiles before he could stop her and all it would take was a swipe. Barely clipping him with the claws she had now would likely be a fatal blow.
Derek was pushing himself up, shrugging a shoulder back into place that had likely been dislocated. Isaac was on all fours, shaking his head, bloody and stunned, neither of them close enough to make a difference.
She moved, and Scott did, a hot rush of power flooding through him, putting everything he had into the fist he drove against her breast. And through, shattering muscle and sinew and bone, sinking into hot, sickening wetness. It was possible she was as surprised as he was as his fist drove in, her own weight and her own momentum driving it deeper. He felt the thud of life around him, the rush of her blood the flutter of her heart, before it stuttered.
Her jaws closed on his shoulder, the desperate wrench of a pain-wracked beast. She shook him hard enough to make bone snap. And again, before she lost her hold, jaw slackening as she went down, shuddering, to the blood spattered ground.
He sprawled, hands still a bloody mess, shoulder throbbing and useless, the arm attached to it dead at his side. The glow in her eyes dulled, the body shifted, a slow, painful creep back towards something closer to human, but not quite. A grotesque fusion of beast and girl. She stared at him, wide-eyed and shocked, dark blood foaming at her mouth. Still disbelieving.
The hole in her chest was still a gaping, oozing thing, not healing, or if it was, slow to accomplish the task.
"Not - - prey - - after all -- huh, wolf?" she mouthed.
"Not even close," Stiles said, and brought the sharp end of the shovel down upon her throat.
Scott started, sitting there with the cold wash of shock - -the physical sort more than the mental kind - - making him lightheaded and cold. Stiles brought the shovel down again with a sickening crack of iron against bone. And again, until her head was a separate bloody entity from her body.
He stood there for a moment, shovel in hand, eyes shut, breathing harsh and uneven, before he dropped the shovel and staggered a few feet away, fell to his knees and vomited.
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Ambushed, handcuffed and interrogated by the KGB: Welcome to the terrifying tourist attraction that transports you back to the USSR (but you'll have to sign a waiver first)
Being ambushed, blindfolded and interrogated isn't exactly a normal tourist experience, but in Lithuania it is a hit with visitors.
The Eastern European country offers a chance for holidaymakers to experience what life was like under the control of the USSR – using real dogs, former KGB officers and taking place in a former Soviet bunker.
The terrifying experience starts with visitors being 'ambushed' by the Red Army in the middle of the forest, 25km from the capital Vilnius, before being transported down into the bunker for a three-hour Soviet experience.
Seeing red: The 'captives' are lined up before they are marched underground to take part in manual labour and be interrogated
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The Broccoli projects holds within it the promise of a 2 sided value exchange:
Donors get technology substantiated transparency of who the beneficiary was and how much was received by that beneficiary.
Beneficiaries receive incentives in the form of food, shelter & clothing in exchange for taking actions aimed to lift them out of poverty.
donorfeedTM - Providing transparency from Donor to Distributor
Using cloud based computing, including in some processes, Amazon EC2 servers for cost effective scalability, The Broccoli Project platform allows resources to be donated, tracked and managed in real time to the point of distribution. At best this cuts out, and at worst it brings into sharp focus poor performance, inefficiencies, bad administration and corruption.
Each donation captured onto the system is assigned a unique tracking number. This "donation identifier" is retained as the donation flows through the process, to the point of distribution to recipients. In addition, where aid is donated through one of our "unitized intervention" projects (see projects page) in which a retail voucher is issued as a reward to a recipient - e.g. for incentivised aids tests - the donation identifier will also be included on the voucher. This allows even the time and place of the eventual redemption of the voucher to be captured into the system.
Using the donorfeedTM interface page on this site, donors can open a fully transparent window into the progress of their own donated funds through the system - and ultimately, satisfy themselves that their resources are being optimally utilised.
On the aid administrators' side, The Broccoli Project system allows Aid agencies and governments to manage their own processes better and provide demonstrably optimal "social returns" on donor investment – and ultimately use their "Broccoli Accreditation" to strengthen their case to potential funders.
Conditional Aid - Rewarding positive social behaviour
Those without access to the means to earn or buy the basic goods and services upon which their lives depend, are typically the targets of nobly intended "handouts" – a process which often perpetuates dependency rather than liberating recipients from the shackles of poverty. TBP counters this with a "Rewards Program for the Poor" module which registers recipients into an easily managed, fully trackable process which allows the incentivisation of positive social behaviour with relevant rewards.
By fulfilling conditional requirements such as attending educational courses, undergoing beneficial medical procedures or practicing environmentally beneficial activities, participants qualify for aid. This conditional exchange assigns value to participants' actions – and with it, a sense of self-worth – as well as provides an opportunity for them to actively "learn and earn" their way to a better life.
Conditional Aid is a powerful instrument increasingly used and funded by the World Bank in their efforts to fight poverty. Sometimes known as Conditional Cash Transfer - in cases where money is the reward - it is growing in popularity and has been repeatedly been featured in The Economist [1],[2],[3] as a powerful economic upliftment tool.
The Broccoli Project is a powerful yet easy to implement platform that allows donors and aid agencies to:
The heart of Broccoli
At the heart of The Broccoli Project is a rapidly scalable and deployable hardware/software system and process designed to not only ensure that aid is deployed optimally and transparently, but that it is delivered in a way which truly uplifts the recipients and breaks dependency on "handouts". Tested in South Africa as part of the Desmond Tutu HIV Foundation program, this system has delivered exceptional results in one of the world's harshest physical and social environments.
How the Rewards Program works
Biometrics, Ethics and Measuring the impact of aid
In a recent Economist article, Sonal Shah, head of the OSICP, is quoted as saying "…the social sector lacks a simple yardstick. Often the things that are easiest to measure - say the number of people coming through the door of a community centre - tell you nothing about an activity's effects…"
It is in the measurement of long term impact that biometrics is most valuable, since it allows traceability of participants anywhere and over any time without any need for formal identification documents – something commonly lacking in most communities requiring aid.
Once a participant has given The Broccoli Project the consent to store fingerprint and related information, he or she can be guided through a series of uplifting activities. At each step, the participant can be identified and the true success of a given project can be measured.
While biometric identification and tracking might sound a bit "Big-Brother", it can actually preserve the anonymity and privacy of participants since it does not require names or other identity based information in order to function as an accurate means of tracking individuals' actions and outcomes.
Good for the individual. Good for the world.
The TBP rewards process enables recipients to take ownership of their situation, ascribe real value to their actions and themselves, and ultimately contribute in a small but powerful way towards uplifting the world for all.
In this way, TBP can be used to encourage a virtually unlimited range of positive activities such as:
By encouraging and rewarding positive behaviour, anti-social behaviour can be vastly reduced, along with the immense costs currently required to police it.
An award-winning hybrid social enterprise
In June 2009, at the inaugural World Innovation Summit in Barcelona, The Broccoli Project walked off with two awards - Second Place overall out of 24 countries and Best Social Value. The Broccoli Project is a hybrid social enterprise. It uses market based principles to generate revenues to further develop its technology and processes - but more importantly, this market based approach ensures the sustainability of the enterprise in an industry that is often focused only on donor funding rather than self sustainability.


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Anthony Bernard Gaydos II is a graduate of the Dallas Institute of Funeral Service class of 1981. After receiving his Associates degree he returned to Iowa and began working for a small local firm Harrison Funeral Home in Tama, Iowa. After a few years He was recruited to Hoffmann-Tierney Mortuary in Dubuque, Iowa. In 1986 Anthony and his young family decided they needed a change and that they wanted to own and operate their own funeral home. After a long search they settled on a funeral home in Vanceburg, Kentucky. They opened their funeral Home on April 16, 1986.
Gaydos Funeral Home will be celebrating their 25th birthday this year. Mr. Gaydos has served the community in many different ways. He has served as Coroner Since 2002 and as Deputy Coroner since 1988. He is also a member of the local VFW, Lions club, and Mason. Mr. Gaydos and his wife Lorie have raised two children in their 27 years of marriage. Their Daughter Amanda currently lives and helps her father at the funeral home. Amanda has obtained her associates degree just like her father and is a fully qualified licensed funeral director and embalmer. Their Son Andrew is in Medical School in Pikeville, Ky. He plans on becoming a Forensic Pathologist. Along with raising their children they have also taken a few foreign exchange students from Thailand.


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Question: I went out to start my car and it won't start. Is it a bad battery or a bad alternator? What do I do?
Answer: The battery is the component that starts your car. But the alternator, that's what keeps the car and all the electrical components in your car, running. So if your car won't start, the first thing that I would check is the battery.
How to check your car's battery:
First of all, when you turn the key can you turn on the radio or is everything dead? Then it's probably the battery. Check the battery cables. Are they connected? Is there any corrosion where the battery cables connect with the terminals? If so, you'll need to use a battery brush to brush off the corrosion.
If you suspect your battery is dead you can use a portable battery charging, testing unit such as the CTEK/Multi US 7002 battery charger. We love this little device because it even analyzes your battery and tells you if your battery can hold a charge or not. (If it can't, you need a new battery.) By the way, we recommend having your battery replaced by a reputable auto repair shop.
If you have alternator problems, you probably will experience some of these symptoms.
- Are your headlights dim or do they pulse from dim to bright?
- Does your car seem to lose power when you turn on your radio or multiple electronics?
- Is the dashboard alternator warning light or battery light on?
If you suspect you have alternator or battery problems, the best thing to do is to go see a licensed and experienced mechanic who can safety test your vehicle's battery and alternator and let you know where the problem is.
At Automotive Technology of West Islip, we specialize in full service auto repair including alternator and battery replacement.


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Tassie SUP Winter Classic 2017
Winter is coming in Australia. But unlike the White Walkers from Game of Thrones, the only thing coming for the Aussies is waves. Check out this footage from a recent local SUP surfing contest held in the Tasmania region of Australia.
Keahi de Aboitiz goes SUP surfing with dolphins in Australia.


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Our estate planning was far from simple due to having an adult with a developmental disability in our family. Ensuring our estate was planned in a way that our son's needs would not be compromised after our passing is on the short list of our highest priorities. Lucy Dowd assisted us with estate planning, as well as establishing our guardianship and disability trust for our adult son with special needs. As many families in similar situations can attest, our schedules are often difficult to work with, but Lucy Dowd's patient yet persistent approach ensured that the work was completed in a timely manner and at a very fair rate. She is certainly on my very short list of attorneys I have absolutely no reservations referring my friends to for a consultation. I have, in fact, done so and received sincere thanks from the friend I referred who echoed my experience with Lucy. If there was an "Absolutely without hesitation" choice under "Would you recommend this lawyer?", I would click it.
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Anna Heywood's Academy experience
This September we're running taster workshops for the Glyndebourne Academy in Manchester, Brighton and London.
Glyndebourne Academy is an operatic development project that aims to support gifted and talented young singers aged 16-26.
Anna Heywood was one of the participants in 2015. Here she tells us why she recommends it to anyone interested in a career in opera.
Anna Heywood, 18, discovered her love of opera early through Scottish Opera's Connect Chorus. For Anna, the youngest of the 2015 Academy participants, the scheme acted as a catalyst, helping her to travel further faster and understand how to use her focus and drive to pursue a career in opera:
'Overall, one of the most important things I learned was confidence. I feel a lot more comfortable as a performer and this has purely come about due to the lovely and safe environment the Academy possesses.'
Photo: Sam Stephenson
What was it that attracted you to come to down to Glyndebourne from Scotland?
'I'd always dreamed of visiting Glyndebourne so I jumped at the chance to audition. Living in Scotland, it's hard for me to travel down south because of commitments with school, university or work so being able to attend Glyndebourne Academy was an incredible opportunity.'
Photo: Sam Stephenson
What would you say to anyone else thinking of applying for Academy?
'The programme has been a life-changing experience for me. I've been challenged and inspired in so many different ways. I've also met incredible people along the way who share my passion for music.'
'I'd highly recommend the Academy to those with an opera career in mind. It's given me a flavour of what working with a professional company would be like and has fuelled me with a desire to continue striving towards my goals.'
You can join us at this autumn's taster workshops in Manchester, Brighton and London, which take place during September 2016. Full details about the Glyndebourne Academy.
Glyndebourne Youth Academy is supported by Dr and Mrs John and Jo Padfield through investment from Glyndebourne's New Generation Programme, which invests significantly in developing new audiences and artists of the future.


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Glenferna was shifted to the Maleny Historical Village on the evening of 25th May 2016 and is presently undergoing restoration
Glenferna was shifted to the Maleny Historical Village on the evening of 25th May 2016 and is presently undergoing restoration
Glenferna was built as a farmhouse at 1010 Maleny/Landsborough Rd, Balmoral, by Edward Thynne in 1903. The land (790 acres) was originally selected by Isaac Burgess, subdivided, and in 1902 one portion was sold to the Thynne sisters, MM, JMP & EG Thynne (320 acres) and the other portion to their sibling, Edward T F Thynne (469 acres). Edward Thynne called his house Glenferna, named from where their father, Andrew Joseph Thynne, originated from in Ireland. Glenferna was registered as a Receiving Office for mail in January 1904 and became known as Thynnes RO in 1906. Edward married and 2 children were born while living in Glenferna. The property was sold in 1912 after drought and financial difficulties.
In 1915 the farm was bought by Arthur & Mary Cork and it became their family home for their 11 children for 34 years. Their eldest daughter, Blanche, married Ernest E Pattemore in 1916, which links Glenferna to Fairview, the Pattemore family home. Fairview is Maleny's only State Heritage House.
The property was sold and resold until it became an Art Union Prize Farm in 1976. The winner tenanted the house and farm until recently, when the property was purchased by Brian & Leone McFarlane. The house was given to the Historical Society to be shifted to the Maleny Historical Village to become a Schools' & Post office Museum. It was shifted on the 25th May 2016 and is presently being restored.
Edward Thynne is remembered on the cairn at Mary Cairncross Park which reads - "This park was donated by MM, JMP & EG Thynne in memory of their mother, Mary Cairncross and her family. May the memory of Ted (FTF) Thynne linger in this beauty spot he loved so well, and helped his sisters to preserve and cherish".
The School Museum will include memorabilia from the small schools that closed down within the district - Blackall Range (Wootha), Witta, North Maleny, Bald Knob, Curramore, Booroobin as well as the Maleny State School, Maleny High School and the Ananda Marga River School. The Post Office Museum will include the history of the mail service to Maleny, M.S. 373 which is believed to have started in 1890. The verandah on the southern side will be fully enclosed with a climate controlled archive and office and there will be a secure area under the house for storage.
The restoration of Glenferna is well underway with Ed Lawley the Project Manager and the daily supervision by Bernie Gilbert. Local tradesmen, businesses, past students of the schools, descendants of Edward Thynne & members of the Men's Shed are some of the volunteers assisting with the project. Glenferna is being restored by volunteers of the community for the community.
The Maleny Cultural & Historical Society is asking if you can please support us to complete this project. We've saved the house but need more funds to complete the project. We need $s for the installation of electricity, paint archives and office equipment and to display the Museum.
We need your help for us to save Glenferna.
Volunteers needed. Please, give Bernie a call: 5494 3149
Download the form below and post to The Secretary, Maleny Historical Society, PO Box 5, Maleny Qld 4552
make your payment direct by EFT
make your payment direct by EFT
The garage from Glenferna was removed in May 2015 and rebuilt as the Blacksmith's Shop at the Village.
February 2016
The Blacksmith's Shop, built from the garage at Glenferna.


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Tuesday, April 2, 2013
Easter Eggs!
My sister, Erika, and I dyed eggs on Saturday evening and used rubber bands to make patterns. I was really happy the way that they turned out. I hope you had a nice Easter as well!
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- April 3, 2013 at 1:26 AM
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Love the colors! And using rubberbands is a great idea! I didn't get to dye eggs this year. I drained some and just had them on display all white. Maybe next year :)
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This album is the follow-up to the hugely popular Generation Hymns - a collaboration between Community Bible Church & singer/songwriter Tommy Walker. These familiar hymns have wide appeal to all age groups!
1. Joyful, Joyful We Adore Thee
2. All Creatures of Our God and King
3. Immortal, Invisible, God Only Wise
4. Blessed Assurance
5. Before the Throne of God Above
6. More Love to Thee, O Christ
7. It Is Well With My Soul
8. My Jesus, I Love Thee
9. Wonderful Grace of Jesus
10. How Great Thou Art
11. When We All Get to Heaven


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Towards the last two months of my last visit to India in the spring of 2012, I encountered the Tibetan community in exile in India experiencing painful news of their people self-immolating in fire one after another in China-occupied Tibet. My experiences in the past visits in India (drawing a cremation site in Varanasi, documenting fire pits, cremation alters, and contemplating on life and death around fire) synchronized with this particular movement, an extreme way of 'offering' their bodies to 'fire' for asking freedom and peace.I could not help drawing large and small drawings as emotional response and with a sense of mourning.
After coming back to Vancouver, the self-immolation kept happening and I felt that my personal and professional task is not finished.
I have come back to India to continue to document and draw under the same theme. email@example.com
16 December 2014
For Sangye Khar
Sangye set himself on fire right in front of the local police station around 9 am. His charred body was taken to Sangchu County by the Chinese police who refused to hand over the body to his family despite protests from the local Tibetans.
Prayers to him who decided to have taken the extreme form of a protest. Also to Ngawang Monlam, a village leader who was killed by authority in Driru and Karmey, 22 years old who was beaten to death by the police. In all cases, they committed no crime and they did not harm their brutal enemy. All they did were to do good deeds for fellow Tibetans and to stand up for justice and freedom.


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Title: The Darkest Minds
Series: The Darkest Minds , #1
Author: Cassandra Clare
Published: December 18, 2012
This is Clary's first meeting with the Shadowhunters, warriors dedicated to ridding the earth of demons. It's also her first encounter with Jace, a Shadowhunter who looks a little like an angel and acts a lot like a jerk. Within twenty-four hours Clary is pulled into Jace's world with a vengeance, when her mother disappears and Clary herself is attacked by a demon. But why would demons be interested in ordinary mundanes like Clary and her mother? And how did Clary suddenly get the Sight? The Shadowhunters would like to know...
Exotic and gritty, exhilarating and utterly gripping, Cassandra Clare's ferociously entertaining fantasy takes readers on a wild ride that they will never want to end.
I really loved Clary's character, She has this side of hers that she can be as hard as stone when she needed to be. Not a typical kind of heroine who's actually a damsel in distress (which I really hate by the way). Although I was waiting for her to learn on how to do the combat moves against the Demons (which never happened YET), I was never disappointed with her.
As for Jace's character, I was really confused about his character sometimes. But as the story goes on, I realized that he actually liked Clary. Not so showy isn't it? Hahahha. Anyway, I think his moves are a little bit cool, and suave. Hahhahaha. :) But I think I was starting to like him instead of Simon.
Oh My! But the ending?! Why did it turns out that the supposed to be lovers, Clary ad Jace are actually SIBLINGS. Which in my part is a major WHAT THE HELL?! Anyway, I'm intrigued to find out how the second sequel will be. I am more than excited to know what will happen. ^^,


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Free Thanksgiving dinners for families offered in and around Seattle
Some families seek out community-based Thanksgiving dinners because they need a safe place for their family to gather for a meal, because they're looking to enjoy the holiday with others in the community, because this year the cost of preparing the meal is a difficult stretch or all of the above. There's a wide variety of free meals being offered Saturday, November 21 through Friday, November 27.
The Alajawan Brown Foundation Family Thanksgiving Dinner
Thurs., Nov. 26, noon to 4 p.m.
Skyway VFW Post #9430, 7421 S 126th St., Seattle
Free. Family games and door prizes.
Asian Counseling & Referral Service
Thurs., Nov. 26, 11:30 a.m. to 2:30 p.m.
3639 MLK Jr. Way S, Seattle
Free. No RSVP required, everyone welcome. Food served will be "less traditional and more Asian fusion."
Bread of Life Mission
Thurs., Nov. 26. Two options: Mega Breakfast at 7 a.m. and Traditional Homestyle Feast at 4 p.m.
97 S Main St., Seattle
Free; everyone welcome. Optional chapel service available.
Cathedral Kitchen at St. James Cathedral
Thurs., Nov. 26, 3 p.m.
907 Columbia St., Seattle
Free. Dinner tickets are handed out at 2:30 p.m. in front of Cathedral Hall (located on Columbia Street, between Ninth and Terry.)
Community Lunch on Capitol Hill's Thanksgiving Dinner
Thurs., Nov. 26, 5 to 6 p.m.
All Pilgrims Christian Church, 500 Broadway E, Seattle
Free; everyone welcome.
Community Thanksgiving Dinner by Tuxedos and Tennis Shoes
Thurs., Nov. 26, noon to 3 p.m.
The Hall at Fauntleroy: 9131 California Ave. SW, Seattle
Free. A sit-down dinner for anyone and everyone in the community.
Hillman City Collaboratory Neighborhood Feast
Thurs., Nov. 26, 10 a.m. to 7 p.m.
5623 Rainier Ave. S., Seattle
Free. To RSVP, volunteer or get more information, send an email to email@example.com
Hope Center/Mary's Place
Thurs., Nov. 26, 8 to 10 a.m.
1830 Ninth Ave., lower level, Seattle
Free; everyone welcome. Movie and games from 9 to 11 a.m.
The Matt Talbot Center 30th Annual Day of Thanksgiving
Sat., Nov. 21, 10 a.m. to 2 p.m.
2313 Third Ave., Seattle
Free. Thanksgiving dinner follows a 10 a.m. service
Mario D. Bailey Foundation's Family Feast
Thurs., Nov. 26, noon to 4 p.m.
Royal Esquire Club, 5016 Rainier Ave. S, Seattle
Free, 4th annual family-friendly Thanksgiving dinner with music and prizes. Transportation available, call 206-641-6486 for more information.
Millionair Club Charity
Wed., Nov. 25 and Thurs., Nov. 26, noon to 1:30 p.m.
2515 Western Ave., Seattle
Free. Family-friendly, everyone welcome.
Mount Zion Baptist Church
Thurs., Nov. 26, noon to 2:30 p.m.
1634 19th Ave., Seattle
Free; everyone welcome.
New Hope Missionary Baptist Church
Fri., Nov. 27, 11 a.m. to 4 p.m.
124 21st Ave., Seattle
Free; everyone welcome.
Our Redeemer's Lutheran
Thurs., Nov. 26, 12 p.m. to 2 p.m.
2400 NW 85th St, Seattle
Sleeping bag tickets will be given out during the meal, with sleeping bag distribution to follow.
Phinney Neighborhood Association Thanksgiving Potluck
Thurs., Nov. 26, 4 to 6 p.m.
6532 Phinney Ave. N, Seattle
Free; please bring a dish to share.
Salvation Army, William Booth Center
Thurs., Nov. 26, 11 a.m. to 1 p.m.
811 Maynard Ave. S, Seattle
Free. Family-friendly, everyone welcome.
Seattle First Church of the Nazarene
Sun., Nov. 22, noon
4401 Second Ave. NE, Seattle
Free. Family-friendly with optional church service. Outerwear and sleeping bags will be available to those in need.
Seattle's Union Gospel Mission
Thurs., Nov. 26, 5:30 to 6:30 p.m.
318 2nd Ave. Ext. S, Seattle
Free. Dinner served with optional Christian services; everyone welcome.
Westgate Chapel
Thurs., Nov. 26. Three full-service dinner seatings: 11 a.m. and 1:30 and 3:30 p.m.
22901 Edmonds Way, Edmonds
Free. Families can have free family photos taken. Door prizes for children and adults, entertainment, food and clothing banks, and takeout containers for after dinner. Transportation available; call church to request.
Kent Seventh Day Adventist Church
Wed., Nov. 25, 2 to 5 p.m.
25213 116th Ave. SE, Kent
Free. Families welcome.
St. Stephen the Martyr Catholic Church
Thurs., Nov. 26, 1 to 3 p.m.
13055 SE 192nd St., Renton
Free. Everyone welcome; optional Mass at 11 a.m.
Holy Family Catholic Church
Thurs., Nov. 26, noon to 4:30 p.m.
7045 120th Ave. NE, Kirkland
425-822-0295 x110
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Eternal Order
24002 Posts
Which juggler instructor do you think is the best? My favorite teacher is Al Angello. I met up with him at a convention. I still treasure what he taught me.
Inner circle
3404 Posts
Marc Parrett. He's not really that well known in juggling circles, but is better known for his puppetry. He not only taught me the fundamentals of juggling he also taught me how to become a performer.
He was my teacher for 3 years and I owe him everything.
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Inner circle
2087 Posts
Great question!
I learned to juggle from a book. I know, I know…as Al is always telling us, nothing is better than a live teacher.
But to this day, "The Juggle Book," by Carlo, holds a dear place in my heart.
"Is there any point to which you would wish to draw my attention?"
"To the curious incident of the dog in the night-time."
"The dog did nothing in the night-time."
"That was the curious incident," remarked Sherlock Holmes.
Al Angello
Eternal Order
Collegeville, Pa. USA
11047 Posts
The Carlo book is a collectors item. I even made a set of his home made juggling clubs (they were very hard to juggle)
I learned about 75% of my juggling from the Philadelphia juggling club. The rest I picked up at juggling conventions, and attending juggling performances.
I learned how to dress flashy from my buddy Dynamike
Al Angello The Comic Juggler/Magician
"Footprints on your ceiling are almost gone"
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Cape Cod
22 Posts
I tried to teach myself through books, the internet, and videos, but wasn't able to until I found someone to teach me. Now I wouldn't necessarily say he was the best instructor, he was just for me. Having someone there in front of me made all the difference in the world.
Eternal Order
24002 Posts
On 2011-11-16 17:16, Al Angello wrote:
Inner circle
1038 Posts
Dave Finnigan's book saw me through a lot of hard times in the early days. Following that, a video camera taught me a hell of a lot!
Inner circle
2087 Posts
On 2011-11-17 09:31, jugglestruck wrote:
Can you elaborate on how you used video to help improve your juggling?
Thank you!
"Is there any point to which you would wish to draw my attention?"
"To the curious incident of the dog in the night-time."
"The dog did nothing in the night-time."
"That was the curious incident," remarked Sherlock Holmes.
Inner circle
1038 Posts
In my early juggling days my partner and me came up with lots of new juggling patterns. If you go to
you'll see some of the stuff we used to do at the bottom of the page.
We found using a video camera gave us a lot better idea of how patterns looked, whether they were worth pursuing or not and watching stuff back instilled a lot of confidence in what we were doing.
Also, when it came to number juggling it was easier to see which hand did what. Trying to correct it was another thing altogether but at least it offered a goal.
At the end of a three hour session it was also just nice to sit down and have a look at what you'd been working on.
Inner circle
2087 Posts
On 2011-11-23 17:13, jugglestruck wrote:
This is extremely valuable advice from jugglestruck.
I am wondering how many camera angles might be needed to acquire the best analysis of how patterns look from the audience perspective.
"Is there any point to which you would wish to draw my attention?"
"To the curious incident of the dog in the night-time."
"The dog did nothing in the night-time."
"That was the curious incident," remarked Sherlock Holmes.
henri loik
Regular user
Near Chicago, Illinois
136 Posts
I learned most of my juggling from The complete juggler by Dave finnigan. The rest was just watching videos on the internet. Unlike magic, juggling is pretty self explanatory.
New user
6 Posts
I've never really had a teacher, I just find out what I can on Youtube and the internet, I'm almost as far as I wanted to be with three balls (I'm working on juggling laying on my back now) and I started 5 balls about three weeks ago and now I'm doing twenty catches every practice with a few drops here and there.
I wish I had a teacher, I started juggling in December 2010 and I could be on six balls by now if I had someone to teach me. Also, I probably have a poor technique that the likes of Jason Garfield would hang me for.
Jay Braggart
New user
Houston, TX
25 Posts
I first learned to juggle balls and clubs on my own, then learned to pass at a local juggling club. After a year of juggling I started getting weekly lessons from Alex Chimal for a a little over a year. That was money well spent.
New user
Houston, TX
13 Posts
I taught myself to juggle balls when I was 17. I then went to college the very next year, joined the Juggling & Unicycle Club where I learned to juggle rings, clubs, knives and torches as well as how to pass all of the above!
When Jay & I started taking lessons from Alex Chimal (http://www.chimalcircusarts.com/), I had been juggling for 10 years, but it felt like learning to ride a bike all over again because Alex taught me so much about form, posture and technique that I never would have gained by continuing to teach myself.
Some other fantastic people with whom I've worked at conventions have been Michaek Karas, Warren Hammond, Doug Sayers, Josh Horton, Mark Faje and Erin Stephens.
New user
Seattle, WA
57 Posts
I first learned juggling in a local adult school. Bob Leith, owner of Gemini Juggling equipment, and editor of the IJA newsletter was the instructor. After that, I took some lessons from Larry Weeks. In the early 80's Judy Finelli (then Judy Burgess) and Fred Garbo, were teaching juggling in Brian Dube's loft in Manhattan. I learned some geat juggling from both of them. Tony Duncan, Lotte Brunn, helped me learn some juggling also. Shortly before I left the USA to perform in night clubs in Europe, I had some coaching sessions with Robert Peck. He gave me many creative suggestions, and helped choreograph a number of my juggling routines.
New user
52 Posts
I remember trying for weeks and weeks to "get" 5 balls going and meeting a German juggler who was working for a crowd called Swamp Circus (from or based in Sheffield, UK) Anyway As I was struggling he came along and started juggling 7 balls in front of me.
He then preceded to give me 2 more balls (making my total now 7) I protested though he was insistent. "juggle 7 for two weeks" he said(the length of time the circus was in town)
I had juggling balls going everywhere for two weeks, though when I gave him his two balls back, I started to get 5 balls going in about 30 mins.
Was so delighted to get rid of the extras. Cant remember the guys name, but smart bloke I thought.
Regular user
Randolph NJ
103 Posts
Like a few here, I originally learned from the Juggling Book by Carlo. I actually checked it out of my High School library, many times! Thankfully did not have to make the clubs though, by that time you could buy them.
New user
52 Posts
I also studied with Dave finnigan, and was very complete one.
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