The book, winning body language by Mark Bowden is really quite a piece.
I got some points on #presantation anxiety from there. I must say I am one nervous person when it comes to crowds. Four is not a crowd for me, two is! I mean my heart throbs, and if I was a sweating person beads of sweat would just be dropping down my face.
Did you know that when the body senses any form of anxiety it prepares itself for attack or against attack?
#animalinstinct
The next time you're watching someone give a speech look out for the following: hands down by the side, crunched stomach, hunched back, narrowed eyes, repetitive side to side movement. Look out for speakers who face the door or window (this is in preparation for exit if the crowd attacks) drooping hands below
the waist aid in movement, swinging hands facilitate motion.
The BIG DONT, "DROPPING YOUR HANDS"
you've probably seen them, those presenters who just stand still motionless, hands down. Standing still or frozen is a human way of playing dead, naturally the body takes the arms down position as resting and so will your audience. A low tone is just but a lullaby, note its not the bed time story that sends one to sleep but the voice tonality. Try it! When starting a new paragraph in a bed story, start with a rather medium brown then at the end lower your tone. Its like hypnosis, relaxing and very calm.
Next time we'll focus on #truthplane
Saturday, 8 August 2015
Wednesday, 24 July 2013
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Tuesday, 23 July 2013
Wonder where to look
Everyone has become a
cook
Cooking up a broth
Spicing it till it
produces a froth
Blubber blubber
blubber
Chatter chatter
chatter
Hiss hiss hiss
Psst psst psst
Judging and
condemning
Are you perfect
brother?
Hush! Hush now
Enough of that
What of your book?
Pages so dirty!
Obnoxious in all
pages
Yet you hide
Behind a mask
Shut up! Will you?
Just to let you know
My foolishness I
forgave
It was all a bluff
Don’t stay locked
man!
Free yourself
Hide no more
Wadding in a muddy
swamp
Mad so black…
Blacker than coal
MUTHONI NYAGA
When the sun is all
bright
All is going to be
all right
Holding me with a
might
Runs away every
fright
A grip so tight
That even by the
night
When gone is the
light
Still at His sight
Assured me than a
times eight
That He is going to
fight
Yes, I know it’s all right
Wind though it blows
Mind never bows
Bound are the vows
Dried be the land, my
sail still rows
Moistened not be the
earth, my fountain still flows
Darkened be the days,
heart still glows
Whispered that though
sharp the claws
Sharpened are His,
than mightiest paws
Awed, He has in daily
dawns
Victored assurance by
the trumpet blows
Anchored ship, in
storm not sways
MUTHONI NYAGA
If you are that darling
Thats so charming
That makes me smile
When days are bitter as bile
If you are that dear
Then you wouldn’t dare
Leave me so bare
You’d look into my eyes
Though cold as ice
And tell me the sky is no longer blue
Was just a speck so easily you blew!
Was just another kiss
That you wouldn’t miss
Was just another play
Like an ordinary day
If you are the sweetest
One and only greatest
Then you’d whisper
Wouldn’t have to titter
Wouldn’t
have to die
For so many a lie
For you like them all
With their ego standing so tall
Picking every other flower
To be your follower
Counting the dates
As you head to Hades
I, would look into your eyeball
So true in your heart tell you all
Your words tell to the wind
Lest you lose your mind
For they are like a modeless song
That one wouldn’t listen for long
MUTHONI NYAGA
Throughout this
while, I wait
For promises to fulfill,
I wait
Though no sunshine, I
wait
And the smile faded,
I wait
And the blows raining,
I wait
The wounds bleeding,
I wait
The heart aching, I
wait
The soul searching, I
wait
For that titter a
joy, I wait
Even though a minute,
I wait
My grave digging, I
wait
Watching you
plucking, I wait
Every other flower, I
wait
And the tears drying,
I wait
In my pillow soaking,
I wait
And my eyes
reddening, I wait
And the scars
forming, I wait
Earnestly praying, I
wait
That this spell be
broken, I wait
I daily hope, that
your touch, I wait
Be a touch, a blow
blown I wait
By the winds, I wait
Hear your tender
words, I wait
Not your din ringing,
I wait
For you to stand, I
wait
For good and for bad,
I wait
In sickness and in
health, I wait
In poverty and
wealth, I wait
“You to be mine”, I
wait
“Forever mine”, I
wait
“And only mine”, I
wait
Till death does us
apart, I wait
Throughout this
while, I wait
For promises to fulfill,
I wait
Though no sunshine, I
wait
And the smile faded,
I wait
And the blows raining,
I wait
The wounds bleeding,
I wait
The heart aching, I
wait
The soul searching, I
wait
For that titter a
joy, I wait
Even though a minute,
I wait
My grave digging, I
wait
Watching you
plucking, I wait
Every other flower, I
wait
And the tears drying,
I wait
In my pillow soaking,
I wait
And my eyes
reddening, I wait
And the scars
forming, I wait
Earnestly praying, I
wait
That this spell be
broken, I wait
I daily hope, that
your touch, I wait
Be a touch, a blow
blown I wait
By the winds, I wait
Hear your tender
words, I wait
Not your din ringing,
I wait
For you to stand, I
wait
For good and for bad,
I wait
In sickness and in
health, I wait
In poverty and
wealth, I wait
“You to be mine”, I
wait
“Forever mine”, I
wait
“And only mine”, I
wait
Till death does us
apart, I wait
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