The Amazing Health Benefits of Honey and Cinnamon

A good friend of mine sent me the following info and I was very impressed, so am sharing it here. After reading her email, I tore into our small, local grocery store and bought more of the honey produced by a neighboring man. His is non-pasteurized which is even better for you if you can find it. I like the wildflower variety best as it’s supposed to help allergy sufferers build tolerance to local pollens. I’m on four allergy shots every week or two and various meds so I’m already using this kind daily but after reading about the benefits of honey, I needed more! I also got more cinnamon from their bulk foods section.

Honey is the only food on the planet that will not spoil or rot. It will do what some call turning to sugar. In reality honey is always honey. However, when left in a cool dark place for a long time it will do what I rather call “crystallizing”.

When this happens I loosen the lid, boil some water, and sit the honey container in the hot water, off the heat and let it liquefy. It is then as good as it ever was.

Never boil honey or put it in a microwave. To do so will kill the enzymes in the honey.

Cinnamon and Honey

~ Bet the drug companies won’t like this one getting around.~

Facts on Honey and Cinnamon:

It is found that a mixture of honey and Cinnamon cures most diseases. Honey is produced in most of the countries of the world. Scientists of today also accept honey as a ‘Ram Ban’ (very effective) medicine for all kinds of diseases.

Honey can be used without any side effects for any kind of diseases. Today’s science says that even though honey is sweet, if taken in the right dosage as a medicine, it does not harm diabetic patients.

Weekly World News, a magazine in Canada , in its issue dated 17 January,1995 has given the following list of diseases that can be cured by honey and cinnamon as researched by western scientists:

HEART DISEASES:
Make a paste of honey and cinnamon powder, apply on bread, instead of jelly and jam, and eat it regularly for breakfast.. It reduces the cholesterol in the arteries and saves the patient from heart attack. Also, those who have already had an attack,=2 0if they do this process daily, they are kept miles away from the next attack. Regular use of the above process relieves loss of breath and strengthens the heart beat. In America and Canada, various nursing homes have treated patients successfully and have found that as you age, the arteries and veins lose their flexibility and get clogged; honey and cinnamon revitalize the arteries and veins.

ARTHRITIS:
Arthritis patients may take daily, morning and night, one cup of hot water with two spoons of honey and one small teaspoon of cinnamon powder. If taken regularly even chronic arthritis can be cured. In a recent research conducted at the Copenhagen University , it was found that when the doctors treated their patients with a mixture of one tablespoon Honey and half teaspoon Cinnamon powder before breakfast, they found that within a week, out of the 200 people so treated, practically 73 patients were totally relieved of pain, and within a month, mostly all the patients who could not walk or move around because of arthritis started walking without pain.

BLADDER INFECTIONS:
Take two tablespoons of cinnamon powder and one teaspoon of honey in a glass of lukewarm water and drink it. It destroys the germs in the bladder.

CHOLESTEROL:
Two tablespoons of honey and three teaspoons of Cinnamon Powder mixed in 16 ounces of tea water, given to a cholesterol patient, was found to reduce the level of cholesterol in the blood by 10 percent within two hours. As mentioned for arthritic patients, if taken three times a day, any chronic cholesterol is cured. According to information received in the said Journal, pure honey taken with food daily relieves complaints of cholesterol.

COLDS:
Those suffering from common or severe colds should take one tablespoon lukewarm honey with 1/4 spoon cinnamon powder daily for three days. This process will cure most chronic cough, cold, and clear the sinuses.

UPSET STOMACH:
Honey taken with cinnamon powder cures stomach ache and also clears stomach ulcers from the root.

GAS:
According to the studies done in India and Japan, it is revealed that if Honey is taken with cinnamon powder the stomach is relieved of gas.

IMMUNE SYSTEM:
Daily use of honey and cinnamon powder strengthens the immune system and protects the body from bacteria and viral attacks. Scientists have found that honey has various vitamins and iron in large amounts. Constant use of Honey strengthens the white blood corpuscles to fight bacterial and viral diseases.

INDIGESTION:
Cinnamon powder sprinkled on two tablespoons of honey taken before food relieves acidity and digests the heaviest of meals.

INFLUENZA:
A scientist in Spain has proved that honey contains a natural ‘Ingredient’ which kills the influenza germs and saves the patient from flu.

LONGEVITY:
Tea made with honey and cinnamon powder, when taken regularly, arrests the ravages of old age. Take four spoons of honey, one spoon of cinnamon powder, and three cups of water and boil to make like tea..
Drink 1/4 cup, three to four times a day. It keeps the skin fresh and soft and arrests old age. Life spans also increase and even a 100 year old, starts performing the chores of a 20-year-old.

PIMPLES:
Three tablespoons of honey and one teaspoon of cinnamon powder paste. Apply this paste on the pimples before sleeping and wash it next morning with warm water. If done daily for two weeks, it removes pimples from the root.

SKIN INFECTIONS:
Applying honey and cinnamon powder in equal parts on the affected parts cures eczema, ringworm and all types of skin infections.

WEIGHT LOSS:
Daily in the morning one half hour before breakfast on an empty stomach, and at night before sleeping, drink honey and cinnamon powder boiled in one cup of water. If taken regularly, it reduces the weight of even the most obese person. Also, drinking this mixture regularly does not allow the fat to accumulate in the body even though the person may eat a high calorie diet.

CANCER:
Recent research in Japan and Australia has revealed that advanced cancer of the stomach and bones have been cured successfully. Patients suffering from these kinds of cancer should daily take one tablespoon of honey with one teaspoon of cinnamon powder for one month three times a day.

FATIGUE:
Recent studies have shown that the sugar content of honey is more helpful rather than being detrimental to the strength of the body. Senior citizens, who take honey and cinnamon powder in equal parts, are more alert and flexible. Dr. Milton, who has done research, says that a half tablespoon of honey taken in a glass of water and sprinkled with cinnamon powder, taken daily after brushing and in the afternoon at about 3:00 P.M. when the vitality of the body starts to decrease, increases the vitality of the body within a week.


BAD BREATH:
People of South America , first thing in the morning, gargle with one teaspoon of honey and cinnamon powder mixed in hot water, so their breath stays fresh throughout the day.

HEARING LOSS:
Daily morning and night honey and cinnamon powder, taken in equal parts restores hearing. Remember when we were kids? We had toast with real butter and cinnamon sprinkled on it!
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I still do have my toast that way, or with honey. This info even made me consider raising bees. Hmmm…

Follow Your Dreams

I’m thrilled to have signed with The Wild Rose Press for my historical romance, the story of my heart (actually written first and oft rewritten, the story I cut my teeth on and grew up with) RED BIRD’S SONG! Set in the Virginia colonial frontier with a The Last of the Mohicans flavor, inspired by events that happened to my early American ancestors and the story that launched me onto my novel writing journey.

Back in the 1990’s, my sister Catherine (to whom I’m dedicating the book) cautioned me that it might take more than a few months to get Red Bird’s Song published. I was like, ‘no way!’ Yes, way.

Catherine stuck by me in all my rewrites and helped sustain me, along with my mom and dad, a few close friends, and my hubby has always been supportive. I finally set my beloved story aside, temporarily, and went on to write my next five books. But now and then I’d go back and rework it some more. Ultimately, I had to cut out well over a hundred pages and revise many scenes, though never the heart of the story. And, at long last, “A triumph, my dear. A triumph,” to quote Bob Crachette in The Christmas Carol.

In those days (years–the previous decade) The Impossible Dream was my theme song. So for all of you who have a dream, whether it’s to write a novel or fly to the moon, or something far more simple and yet daunting, never give up on anything (or anyone) you truly love. Find a way. People along your journey will help you; some of these are not even known to you yet.

“You are not finished when you lose, you are finished when you quit.” Quote from my youngest daughter’s basketball coach, back in the day. I gained many motivating quotes and inspiration from watching her struggling team play B-ball.

“Go confidently in the direction of your dreams. Live the life you have imagined.” ~ Henry David Thoreau

“Hold fast to dreams, for if dreams die, life is a broken winged bird that cannot fly.” ~ Lanston Hughes

November Musings

Misty autumn day, cold rain falling, leaves scattering from the trees in a red-gold swirl. The Alleghenies are veiled in the distance beyond the hazy hills above our meadow. On my dining room table sits a box of tiger lily and tulip bulbs that need planting, should already be in the sodden ground. I trust we'll have some fine sunny days yet that may entice me out into the garden before winter settles in.

Daughter Elise and I ordered the bulbs back in hot, muggy August when fall seemed but a dream of deep blue skies, crisp air, and glorious leaves. Too fast it comes and goes, the wonder and beauty that lures us into those long dark months before the return of my beloved spring. Not all the leaves are fallen yet and some vivid color remains on the trees, but not for long. Still, there is much to be savored about every season and I shall seek for the joys in this one while bidding a wistful farewell to what has been a spectacular October.

For one thing, advancing November is what I call 'the snugly time.' For those of you with real fireplaces, I envy you. There's such primal satisfaction and comfort in the crackle of a wood fire, the orange glow of the flames and red coals, the smoky scent. I have a fireplace DVD, I kid you not, and an large electric space heater that looks like a wood stove with a fake fire in it. But it gives out warmth and if I play the fireplace DVD while running the space heater/wood stove, at least it provides the feel of a hearth. Certainly better than back when all I had was the DVD alone. That emitted zero heat in this drafty old farm house. My sister, feeling this was the height of pathetic, gave me the wood stove/space heater for Christmas. We do have ancient chimneys here but none are safe to use. Someday, someday, we shall build a new one. But the farm has a way of eating up all the scanty funds before they stretch to include a new stone hearth.

I'd love a massive hearth such as I describe in many of my novels. Hint, hint. The Big Meadows Lodge up on the Skyline Drive has the most wonderful hearth in the world. I could settle in for days and write in that cozy room with a superb view of the ridges and valley spreading out below. On a clear day, you can see for miles and miles. And when I'm up there before that hearth I am deeply content to let the rain fall and fog shroud the ridges. A snug log cabin would also do nicely as a writers retreat.

As for one of the benefits of these darkening days. It's an excellent time for writing and reading, two of my most favorite occupations. I need a new CD, something with an historic and fantasy sound, music that transports me from here to there, to finish writing my latest light paranormal novel. Recent choices include the soundtrack from Prince Caspian, Lord of the Rings (all three of them) the latest Harry Potter soundtrack...I'm open to suggestions. I love Celtic music, but own quite a collection of various artists and nothing I have seems to suit the mood I'm seeking. On goes my search for the perfect music to write to.

*This is also a great time of year for making soup.

A Blustery All Hallow’s Eve

The Allegheny Mountains are muted in haze. Only the faint silhouette of blue ridges shows through the shroud. Most of the brilliant foliage that I reveled in has fallen from the trees covering the hills up behind our house. The woodland lends a sort of secretiveness to the valley and the mountains. I can well imagine how the tales of ‘haints’ and wandering spirits grew out of these misty hollows and remote ridges. It’s easy to feel secure snugly tucked by the fireside with a steaming bowl of soup…but outside when the night breeze rustles the few leaves left clinging to bare branches, and creatures stir in the shadows, then I wonder if some of the stories may even be true.

There’s a tradition in the southeastern corner of Rockingham County, Virginia, about the lizard lady near Grottoes who lives up the mountain road. I first heard about her from a caller on a local radio show, and the story is written up by the late historian/author John Heatwole in his book of Supernatural Tales. To quote Mr. Heatwole, the caller said “on nights when there’s a full moon, an old lady who lives on the road leading up to Brown’s Gap turns into a lizard, a big lizard; about human size…when you ride up on that road at night you get the freakiest feeling that you’ve ever had in this world.”

Mr. Heatwole went on to say that there aren’t any stories of the lizard lady doing anything more than basking in the moonlight, but added, “The image of that giant lizard with that old woman’s eyes can set goosebumps to rising.” And neither he nor anyone else has trekked up there during a full moon to see her for themselves. Nor shall I.

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This was last year’s post but seemed appropriate for reposting.

THROUGH THE FIRE Got A Super Review from The Pen and Muse

Through the Fire by Beth Trissel

Genre: Historical Romance

Publisher: Wild Rose Press: http://www.thewildrosepress.com/

Summary:
At the height of the French and Indian War, a young English widow ventures into the colonial frontier in search of a fresh start. She never expects to find it in the arms of the half-Shawnee, half-French warrior who makes her his prisoner in the raging battle to possess a continent––or to be aided by a mysterious white wolf and a holy man.

Rating:Five Stars

What I liked: Beth Trissel is one of my favorite authors. How perchance did I get to read her work? It was through a contest and ever since then I knew that she was something special. Through the Fire is no exception! This lovely tale will embark any reader on a journey to when differences of culture divided us and a time when America was the place of expansion and dreams. From the plot to the characters, everything was well written. I felt that I was on the journey with Rebecca and her sister as they try to reach their uncle on the treacherous journey across the mountains. What will happen next? You will just have to read the book!
Posted by Denisse Alicea

'Tis The Season for Daughter of the Wind

Over the stunning weekend, my husband, art major daughter, and I drove through the valley and mountains on a photography tour. My mother was also out with her camera. Seeing the breath-taking ridges in their autumn glory reminded me of my historical/light paranormal romance, Daughter of the Wind, the season and setting for this story. I've included some of these fabulous pics to illustrate my post.

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Autumn, 1784: A tragic secret from Karin McNeal’s past haunts the young Scots-Irish woman who longs to know more of her mother’s death and the mysterious father no one will name. The elusive voices she hears in the wind hint at the dramatic changes soon to unfold in her life among the Scot’s settled in the mist-shrouded Alleghenies. Jack McCray, a wounded stranger who staggers through the door on the eve of her twentieth birthday and anniversary of her mother’s death, holds the key to unlocking the past. Will she let this handsome frontiersman lead her to the truth and into his arms, or seek the shelter of her fiercely possessive grandfather? Is it only her imagination or does something, or someone, wait beyond the brooding ridges—for her?

Excerpt:

The strange awareness inside Karin grew, like a summons urging her to an untamed place.

Jack ran fading eyes over Karin. “Paca tamseh,” he said, and sagged more heavily against Grandpa.

“Indian words,” someone hissed. “I heard ‘em.”

Karin shrank back from the man, but Sarah grabbed her arm, pulling her forward with a steely grip. “Can you blame him for knowing their speech after all these years?” She jerked Karin onto her knees and they knelt by the newcomer. Loosening her grip, Sarah wrapped her arms around his neck. “My poor boy.”

Heart racing, Karin hugged the crock. She looked to her grandfather. “I never knew she had an older son.”

“Jack was eight when Shawnee captured him twenty years ago. Any son of Sarah’s is welcome in my house and the settlement,” Grandpa said with a look, daring any to object.

None did. At least, not aloud, although Karin expected there’d be plenty of talk behind their hands.

“You told me Jack was dead, Mama,” Joseph said.

“I thought he was. Praise God he’s back.”

“How did he know where to find you?” Uncle Thomas asked. “You weren’t a McNeal when he was taken.”

Neeley clucked. “Never mind that now. We’ve a wounded man who’s been welcomed home with lead shot.”

Jack fluttered his eyes and looked to Karin. His gaze drew her almost against her will. She leaned toward him. “Someone seeks you, Shequenor’s dahnaithah.”

The message rippled through her. And she knew—his was the inviting summons in the wind.

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"Jack McCray, as he’d been known before his capture and still was in some parts of the frontier, had a vague awareness of the astonished folk gathered around him. He caught himself fading in and out of consciousness and fought to remain alert...he slid his eyes over the people hovered about him in search of the angel he’d sighted earlier and spoken to briefly, but she seemed to be keeping her distance. Some females took time to grow on him before he found them pleasing. Not this fresh beauty. Her face and slender figure grabbed him the instant he’d spotted her."

"Stomach fluttering, Karin picked her way across the muddy yard beyond their sprawling homestead. A chill darted through her despite the extra flannel petticoat she’d donned beneath her warmest cloak.
Jack—the name alone sent shivers down to her toes. She almost lost her footing on the red and yellow leaves slicking the ground beneath her leather shoes. Easy, she told herself, breathing in the tang of wood smoke from the chimney."
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A bearwalking Shawnee warrior, secrets from the past, a rugged frontiersman, gifted heroine, magical moonstone, love at first sight…DAUGHTER OF THE WIND

For more on my work please visit: www.bethtrissel.com

Spectacular Autumn Day!

“Autumn burned brightly, a running flame
through the mountains,
a torch flung to the trees.”
~ Faith Baldwin


“The morns are meeker than they were,
The nuts are getting brown;
The berry’s cheek is plumper,
The rose is out of town.
The maple wears a gayer scarf,
The field a scarlet gown.
Lest I should be old-fashioned,
I’ll put a trinket on.”
~ Emily Dickinson
Nature XXVII, Autumn

“In the other gardens
And all up the vale,
From the autumn bonfires
See the smoke trail!
Pleasant summer over
And all the summer flowers,
The red fire blazes,
The grey smoke towers.
Sing a song of seasons!
Something bright in all!
Flowers in the summer,
Fires in the fall!”
~ Robert Louis Stevenson
Autumn Fires.


“Everyone must take time to sit and watch
the leaves turn.”
Elizabeth Lawrence

“October is a symphony of permanence and change.”
Bonaro W. Overstreet


“Every leaf speaks bliss to me,
Fluttering from the autumn tree.”
~Emily Bronte


“October is a symphony of permanence
and change.” ~Bonaro W. Overstreet


“falling leaves
hide the path
so quietly” ~
John Bailey
Autumn, A Haiku Year.

Pics by my mom, Pat Churchman, daughter Elise,
(with her heirloom pumpkin, Cinderella),and my husband.