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Extra weight, erectile dysfunction caused by medication for all kinds of stuff, prostate, heart, blood pressure, diabetes, and then diabetes itself. Of course there is the occasional emotional problem, but in my practice it is almost unheard of.

I have been restricted to a quiet sigh, or just hoping that they don't take all the unnecessary medication, knowing that a daily brisk walk will solve most of the problems.

But I have learned something new this week (I actually had learned it before, but suppressed, you'll see why): all those problems and diseases are caused in 99% by one culprit: sugar.

The fact is: I have tried to live sugar free before, but it didn't quite seem to help. Until I watched two videos the other day: the movie made me look at my favorite food's food label: milk. I found out that I consume, hidden in milk, several Hershey bar equivalent in sugar a day. No wonder. If you have seen me, and have seen me over the years, you know that I have packed on some pounds, in spite of the fact that I have been very careful, have been walking, etc. But I have never considered the sugar in milk. Darn... I drink more than a liter a day!

The other video showed blood under the microscope before and after a sugary meal. In the before part the red blood cells were near perfect little balls, happily floating along. In the after sugar part the same red blood cells stuck together to form a a long worm, leaving very little free surface for oxygen to adhere to: here is your explanation for tiredness, headaches, listlessness, lack of energy, lack of patience, lack of mojo...

I have been on a very low sugar regimen for the fourth day now, and I have been seeing a difference. The first difference was that I had a withdrawal headache for about 5 hours yesterday. The second thing I see: I don't crave sweets... wow, that was fast! And the third thing I saw was that I woke up today before the alarm went off.

If you read this and the typical complaints apply to you: it is not that easy to get info. I signed up to a 12-week paid thing on http://jorgecruise.com but he has a lot of free info as well, so check it out. Or look him up on amazon.

Traditional medicine is not interested in you taking your health in your own hands. And your favorite older masseuse can't do it for you either. You have to do it... and when? How about today!

Why? because I love you. Why? because I want you to live long and vital for both you and me. Hey, I never said I wasn't selfish! lol.

See you soon. Don't wait until I send you a personal invite... Email me now... OK? xoxo

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What a question and who cares... right? Wrong.

WTF... go slow. We are talking about your life, your business, your financial situation, your health... they are all like oceanliners... And if you are looking, honestly, you can see that no jerky bombastic changes have made a lasting effect, they did not turn your life, business, etc. around.

Are you interested now? I have a secret for you.

Oceanliners are turned around by tiny screws, called trimtabs, that allow for changes as small as one tenth of a degree. These small changes don't make waves, don't meet with resistance, don't elicit wow's from your friends. No.They just do their job, gently, consistently, below the surface... and when you are done, you find yourself 30 lbs lighter, happier, with money in your pocket, and happiness in your heart.

I bet you are even more interested, right? lol.

I am in the middle of reading a book about depression. Not an ordinary book, mind you, a book written by a kabbalistic scholar, Yehuda Berg.

He went through a two-year bout of depression after his father had a stroke and was no longer himself...

In this book he talks about this phenomenon, the oceanliner's turning around, from the point of view of being reactive.

When we react to the current undesirable situation and try to fix it, we always, I mean ALWAYS create the next problem.

The more fixing we do, the more our lives become chaotic, as a result of all this fixing.

President Bush wanted to fix the Middle East problem. He created a bigger problem, by far. He didn't solve the problem he claimed to solve, and he didn't solve the problem he really wanted to solve. American's, as a nation, have gained nothing from his spending billions of dollars. Instead we now have a recession, joblessness, nuclear threat left and right.

Now, this certainly looks like Bubba's different, he makes mistakes. But what is important to note, that this is just a more visible mistake, we all make the same mistakes.

When you take an aspirin to fix a headache, you wreak havoc in some part of your body.

When you take calcium to fix whatever, you start to get cramps and muscle tension, because you throw your chemistry out of balance.

When you go to the doctor and he finds that you have high cholesterol and gives you medication to fix it, you suddenly have the limp dick syndrome.

So what is the "solution"?

When you can start to say about things: this is bad, needs to be fixed, this is good, yaay, but just look at them for what they are... things happening, then you can make the tiny moves of trimtab (see above) that are so small and so sensitive and so much paying attention to what's happenings that they can't be called solution, yet a few tiny trimtab changes can turn a huge oceanliner around in a tight bay.

A few months ago I was depressed, financially strapped. It seemed like a problem, but I looked at it that it's an oceanliner facing the opposite direction that it's intended destination.

I used my own "coaching" on myself. I gave way money. I severed unsupportive relationships. I started to walk a few times a week. I picked up the phone and talked to people I hadn't spoken with for a time. I wrote a few nice customer support emails. I looked in the mirror and smiled. I came back to work and intended to -- again -- be the best there is.

As you know from a previous post, the oceanliner is turned around and out of the tight bay.

But I still smile at the stormy sky, I still smile at the clerk that tells me my reservation was canceled and he can only reinstate it for 40% more. I still smile at the lady who yells at me for whispering in the theater...

Which is easy to sum up: I don't react. At least not as often as "normal".

Try it out. It will work for you.

A trim-tab is a miniature rudder on the edge of the main steering rudder on large ships or the wing flaps on airplanes. Due to profound water pressure on the rudder of a large ship, enormous force is required to exert enough pressure on the rudder in order to redirect the vessel. What a trim-tab does is to create a tiny vacuum, which literally sucks the rudder in the desired direction. Created with minimum effort, the small vacuum self-regenerates itself to build up larger vacuums which easily shift the hulking volume of ship into a new trajectory. Hence, a trim-tab is an example of something which is tiny that can have enormous changes in the direction and behavior of complex systems. (source: http://solarclarity.blogspot.com/)

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As you know I came back to work.

People ask why. I have many answers. But ultimately none of them is the truth... it is a combination.

One truth is that while I operated my businesses in complete isolation from human contact, I went deeper and deeper into a kind of depression that even the person inside it can't see... I slept (not too well), I ate (a little too much), I read a lot, I worked (ineffectively), and in the end I ran out of money. I knew that if there is one thing I can count on, I can count on my regulars to see me, if the amount of loving emails was any indication.

I came back, and -- surprise -- my other businesses grew wings as a result. So now I don't need the money any more, so why am I staying?

If you paid attention to the paragraph, starting with "one truth," being isolated didn't do any good to my emotional well-being. I can relate to Merry, who calls me, from time to time, to ask me to give me a massage, for her own mental well-being. It is interesting that every time I am on her massage table, or even when we go out to lunch, her phone starts to ring, and we need to cut it short.

It is not an accident: once you start the "flow", you have to stop it, forcefully, for it to stop.

Once you alter your "vibration" the abundance starts to rush towards you... indication is that my other businesses got wings as well... thank you guys, I can't thank you enough.

So, I am staying because it is a good vibrational support... lol. And I am staying because I love being with you guys. And I am staying because a woman at my age needs to be touched and loved and ... and outside of this business I don't know who would touch me.

Before I returned to work, in 2003, I came from a "relationship".

Was I touched? Oh yeah, I was. With words like "let's f..."

Kissing? no. caresses? no. cuddling? no.

Which brings me to what precipitated this new blog post: I saw a video today that blew me over...

OK, I can't figure out how to embed the videos here... darn.

So I have to send you there... the secret I want you to listen to is on the second page. I apologize, you'll have to give the guy your name and email address, but the secret is amazing, and I want you to have it. Especially if you want to make me happy and proud. And maybe even your wife? lol

Here is the link http://www.judycious.com/mastery

You know how picky I am when you are new and you want an appointment? If you say you watched this video (the second) I will be 200% more inclined to see you that without... how is that for a bribe? Good... now go. ok?

http://www.judycious.com/mastery

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Many escorts' and many clients' story proves that it is easy to "fall in love" with someone and want to make more of the relationship.

The question is: will it work, can it work?

I have seen maybe two examples of success: one, some 30 years ago, a high ranking government official married his longtime provider... everyone knew the story, including me.

She made a fine wife, trophy wife, but they had a good relationship, and it worked out.

But in my years, I saw 99 failures for one success.

This failure rate, in my opinion, is natural. People don't communicate, people only think of themselves, and relationship is a code word for business transaction, unfortunately, unlike in business transactions, people don't tell the truth of what is the deal... so the disappointment, the feeling cheated, the "buyer's remorse" is inevitable.

Ultimately, the former client wants to continue with the same client/provider relationship where she is the provider and he is the recipient, with the major differences:

1. no compensation
2. no appointment
3. no mutually agreed upon rules

So her is how it looks after the change over: he comes home, and is dirty, stinky, and has a beer. She is busy doing something for herself. She took a shower in the morning, but is not fresh, not pretty, not ready.

He wants it, and he wants it now. He wants a one-sided "do me" type of meeting, maybe with massage. She resents that. She works for a living, she cooked for him, she likes to be turned on or at least be paid to do that. Neither is offered. It's downhill from there.

Another probable scenario: he wants her to stop providing others. She has no other job. He resents being the sole money earner. Catch 22.

When someone asks me for advice, I say: Don't do it. You'll regret it. If it doesn't kill you, it will set you back many years.

Did I follow my own advice? Once: no. It set me back 7-8 years. Once yes. I am happy with my decision.

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Hey fella, have you noticed that I have retired? From what?, you may say... You are absolutely right. I have not retired completely... that would be dying for me. 

Do I miss it? In a way I do. I miss my friends, I miss intimacy. I don't miss having to have a clean house, having to pay the snow guy twice a day so the sidewald is cleared of snow... by the way snow! After the 10 or so inches we got here, I have a new "curtain" on the window of my office, it is made yard-long icicles... beautiful.

What are you doing next? Well, I am actually doing more of what I have been doing for years: I am a coach, information marketer, and a trainer. I am doing more of that... please wish me luck that the income will be as great... it is not quite there yet.

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I was in Nashville Tennessee a week of so ago. Quite uncharacteristically, I booked my return flight for the following day, so I had a whole afternoon and a whole evening, with nothing to do. I joined a few people from the workshop (more about the workshop later) and we went out to shop and eat and listen to music.

I suppose most of you live on the East Coast, or more precisely Northeast... well, the culture in Nashville is like another country. I don't know why I don't travel more for pleasure! We went to a shoe store, SAS, and the sales clerk spoke to us, entertained us, gave us popcorn and a coke, truffles, enough to take some home! Where in the Northeast would this ever happen? I was dumbfounded!

After several closed barbeque places we found a chain, Famous Dave's and it was wonderful. But even better than the food was our server: we could have spent hundreds of dollars on that entertainment alone. She was sassy, she was witty, she told us jokes, and it was prime time: the place was hopping.

In the evening we went to a place, The Station Inn, for their Sunday night Blue Grass Jam, and one of our gals joined the jammers with her mandolin and she sang... it was fabulous.

Now, a word or two about the workshop: it was to teach people how to weed out all the sources of stress that makes us sick, poor, dumb, impotent, not sleep, old, etc.

It was fabulous. The Healing Codes is a self treatment for all kinds of stress, and you can even do it for others. I do it every day, and my friends tell me exactly what time I did it the day before: they can tell, they can feel that suddenly they become calm and collected, and the "stormy seas of their mind" gets all quiet. I have cured a growth on my arm with it, my chronic headache, my heartburn that used to keep me up till the wee hours of the night, my teeth gritting, and my impatience. I would even say that my relationships have gotten better, especially with family. I have more patience to them not being perfect. If you want to check it out (the healing codes) go to <a href="http://www.healing-code.info">healing-codes.info</a>

They have a 99$ trial on it. It's been worth for me thousands!

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I had an interesting (?) experience a week or so ago.

I had a conversation with a client... yes, we talked!

The conversation came to some business matters of mine, and the client saw my issues quite hopeless. I must admit, I bought into his interpretation of things. The next 2 days I had difficulty getting out of bed: I was depressed. I had pains all over my body. All I wanted to do is sleep. I had thoughts of ending it all.

The second night, before I fell asleep I asked the Devine to give me some advice as to what to do. Life looked hopeless, I needed some Devine Intervention.

Next morning I woke up with an idea: "What if I decided that I am a 10. On a scale of 1 to 10, I am a 10. Not a 3, that I have been, but a 10." I got dressed and watched the drama unfold.

That day I had several phone calls with difficult issues, I had a call from my angry landlord, I had a long wait in line... could have been a pretty bad day. But every time something was happening, I asked myself: "How would a 10 behave in this circumstance?" 

It seemed that a 10 isn't bothered by things as much as a 3 is...

I had a day, unbothered, calm, effective, and at moments even joyful. Business doubled, and, thinking back to the gloomy advice my client gave me, I re-thought the whole issue. The 10 wasn't disturbed by circumstances: and 10 can do anything.

Wow.

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Wow, it seems, that I have a pattern to have something to say once a month, at the very end of a month... at least that's how long it's been.

Honestly, I am, sometimes, hesitant to post: I don't know if I am being myself, I mean the self that only includes Judy as an aspect of my self... I don't know if I expressed myself fully, I would have any more clients, as Judy.

So I have been, somewhat, limiting myself to what Judy would say, and the following insight struck me, while I was being Judy.

I was in the middle of an enjoyable session. I was doing my thing, not thinking much about it, enjoying it, but still, in a way, routine. The client says: "yes, yes, pet me..."

That woke me up from my routine mode and made me think.

If we gave as much loving attention to our mates as we give to our pets, I wouldn't have a lot of business.

Now, I have to admit that in the few "relationships" that I have had, I NEVER really petted my mate, though sometimes I saw that it would be appropriate. It had something to do with me not wanting to be used, not wanting to be too close, not wanting to be vulnerable.

Sometimes I was even in love with them and I was still protecting myself. Maybe this is why I never experienced true intimacy in any of my relationships, while I have some clients I have a very intimate, sensuous, very generous and loving relationship with. I bet that if we decided to make it an official relationship, I would become distant, self protecting, and measured. What an awful thought. I'd rather be Judy.

I never thought that petting my cat has possible repercussions, I pet her for her sake and I pet her for my sake. Petting her gives me comfort, petting her is a nice sensual experience, not unlike petting a client in a session. (Which answers some unasked questions, why I am doing this... it is enjoyable and makes me feel good about myself and my life...)

I wonder what it would take for me, or for any of us, to feel so secure and so trusting  that we could pet and love and kiss with abandon, knowing that whatever is coming next we can handle, good or bad. That we know when to say yes and when to say no.

I see a great growth opportunity for myself.

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I travel a lot. If I can, I book my hotel through Priceline, and I am starting to see an interesting phenomenon.

Hotels sell rooms through Priceline to fill their rooms. An empty room cost as much to maintain as a filled room, and even if you sold a room for 25 dollars, it is all gravy that you weren't going to make.

Some nights, some weeks are not busy, and the hotel still needs to pay for hot water/heat, personnel, and it is a costly thing. So selling some rooms is a great business idea.

Sometimes I am clear that I am getting the last empty room. Sometimes I am clear that the hotel is empty. Regardless, the hotels designate their worst rooms to be Priceline rooms... leaking faucets, non-working fixtures, constant noise from the neighboring elevator/ice machine, or the toilet that flushes every 3 minutes, regardless of the time of the day/night... etc. (there is one chain that doesn't do that! Want to know which? They are my favorite!)

The question is: if the hotel is empty, why don't they give you their best room? Do you think that my raving about your hotel is of no value to you because I bought the room at a discount? One would think hotels are smart, but then again, they must not pay attention to how they do business...

The one chain that gives you the best room and the best service, no matter how much you paid, is Marriott. Excellent hotels. Beautiful, great service, I recommend them to anyone I speak with.

I guess it is the same as the question in the title: will you leave the big beautiful cherries to the end, or start with them? If I were a hotel, I would definitely give the best rooms first.

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I lived in Israel in the mid-eighties for about 3 years. It was a turbulent time, the Lebanon war started when I just got there. I found myself near exploding buses, found 2 bombs in the bank I banked at... I am not a fearful person, I wasn't afraid.

Earlier this week I was reminded of Israel during my travels through and in Pennsylvania.

I had a friend, actually a printer client of mine, who lived in Jerusalem, and needed to drive over to Tel Aviv, some 35 miles and 2400 feet away. Length: 35 miles, height: 2400 feet. Jerusalem is an a steep mountain, and the road is a windy mountain road. The road is 2 lanes in each direction, but the median separating the two directions is about 100 feet depth...

The day my friend was driving to Tel Aviv, there was a taxi-cab strike, and the drivers, to get media attention, decided, to take over the road up to Jerusalem, and not allow any other cars to pass them. 4 cabs, sides almost touching, like a sweep. One car that was driving slower than the cab was swept into the depth, and it landed on the roof of my friend's car. My friend suffered massive brain damage, the other driver died on the spot. 100 drop... My friend never woke up from his coma.

My experience driving with a NY license plate in Pennsylvania was scary: there is a definite hate against NY drivers, I was cut off, shown the finger, pushed off the road...

It is more dangerous to drive in PA than to live in Jerusalem. And the reason for the hate? Just being one's self, I guess, I can't imagine a NY driver doing things only to annoy the locals: when you are a New Yorker, you are hard driving, find every opportunity, every nook and cranny to get to your destination faster.

I am yet to see a NY driver who cuts another off for fun, honest. I'd never do that.

In Israel, if you are a Jew, you get killed for being yourself. Whatever that means. It irritates some people, and that is a good enough reason to kill you.

Shall I move back to Israel, or shall I avoid Pennsylvania?

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During my visit I worked in hotels.

My instructions say 3 things very clearly:

1. call FROM the car, so other people can't hear your conversation. Especially as you repeat the room number automatically back to me. I don't want surprise visitors!

2. I leave the door open for you, or if it is not possible with self-closing doors, I will stand by the door to open it for you so that you don't have to knock. So that it is not obvious to other residents that I have way too many visitors for a regular gal!

3. Do not say anything while the door is open, coming and going. For the same reason: words spoken in the hallway are clearly audible to other guests, and speak of traffic!

This visit I had a chance to observe the rule in the title of this blog entry: when emotions run high, intelligence goes way down.

Some men are scared when they come to the appointment, especially if they hadn't seen me before. Scared is an emotion. They knock the open door, they say loud hello... oyyyyy!

If you haven't seen me, please know: I know that you are scared. Please follow my instructions. They are for a reason. Security.

I love you all,

Judycious (I chose this name for a reason: being judicious is a great idea in this line of work...)

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Hi again,

I just came back from my Stamford/NJ trip. It was fabulous, it was profitable, it was tiring.

A few month ago I spoke with another asp (adult service provider) at length. She bragged that she made x amount of dollars that day. I knew her rate, so I could figure out how many sessions she gave that year. The number came to 6 sessions a day, 7 days a week. Wow. I only remember a few occasions having that many sessions a day! And I remember being bone tired, like it hurts to get up and walk to the bathroom, lift the lid, lower your butt, reach out for the toilet paper, etc.! Simple acts of life.

This same woman always complained about being tired.

This trip I had the opportunity to test again how tired one gets after just one day of having that many appointments. I can't imagine what it must be like to be that tired 365 days a year. No money, no compensation is worth having no life outside of pain. And just imagine having a session with someone THAT tired... can't have much fun or intimacy, can you?

Love,

Judycious

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Last night I had my very first real GFE (Girl Friend Experience) session with a gentleman.

In this field of adult serviceproviders GFE has been standing as (there is no concensus) full service, and/or no rush session. That is the standard understanding of the acronym.

I'd like to suggest something totally different: a GFE session is a time you spend together where sex happens accidental to the session, and not the purpose of it.

That's how last night's session happened: we were in deep intimate conversation that was not even quite interrupted by an orgasm... very satisfying human experience.

The current interpretations remind me more of cats and dogs: they are only interested in each other for the duration of the intercourse and the so called foreplay.

I know I am not very popular with my take on the term... oh well. My mother always said: my children are not famous for eliciting indifference in people...

love me or hate me! I love it either way. 

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It is the same day, same morning...

I wanted to say something about hypnotic, or hypnosis: I have been interested in that ever since I read an article about how the supermarkets trick us into buying more... about 40 years ago,

In the article they placed hidden video cameras into shelves of supermarkets, and observed the rate at which people blink when they look at stuff in different heights, look at different clusters of color, etc. and documented how people were gradually placed into a hypnotic state and were throwing stuff in their cart at an ever increasing speed...

As they approached the checkout counter, the number of times they blinked increased dramatically... they were coming out of the hypnotic trans.

This intrigued me, but I didn't know what to do with it until just recently. I have started to study what puts people in a transfixed state... I am a complete beginner, but very ambitious.

Why would I want to know how to put people in a hypnotic and suggestible state? Oh well, I have actually very "evil" intentions.

You are not your best friend, did you know that? So if I could help you by adding input that is more your friend that your little voice, you know the little voice that tells you to "sleep in, life can wait" then I am doing a real service to you, you see that, don't you.

So I am experimenting on myself for now... getting up is a good start. Working out will be next, reading a book a day will come right after that... I don't know what will come after that! Yet.

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It is 6:42, and I have been up since 5 pm.

This is a victory, yaaay!

All my life, ever since I was 16, I slept an average 5 hours a night, but the last 3 years it's been more around 8-9-10. I have been trying to wean myself from sleeping, but until about 10 days ago it was all in vain.

I got myself a hypnosis nlp etc. etc. cd about 3 weeks ago, and as a result I was able get up at 7~8 am instead of 8~9, which was already a step in the right direction, but the real motivation came 10 days ago.

 I made a calculation, that if I slept 2 hours less, that would give me 730 hours extra a year, which means extending my life by about 4 months! And if I slept 4 hours less, then it would mean 8 months extra life a year! That felt irresistible.

Since then getting up at 5 am has been no big struggle. And here I am, victoriously by my computer.

Now that this section of the mountain is behind me, I can figure out how to trick myself into exercising daily.

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