Destination Eden - Reviews of the book

Destination Eden - Reviews of the book

 by UrsulMag

1. Mango is clearly the Arnold Ehret of the 21st century! This book is a must read for all budding vegans, raw vegans and fruitarians, it explains things in a no nonsense way, and should be on the bookshelf of anyone interested in self improvement and who genuinely cares about their healths the lives of others, and the environment. It goes further than every other raw book I've read so far. I heartily recommend his book, and will surely be ordering several more copies to give away to family and friends. THANK YOU MANGO!

2. Mangodurian, your fruitarian book 'Destination Eden' is sooooo good! The logic with which you explain things makes being Fruitarian a no brainer! Educates people to take responsibility for themselves and for the world and it's living creatures. Love love love it! Peace x....I'm half way through.

3. Mango, I finished your book some days ago and I love it. You did really well. And I am totally with you on the pet issue - my grandma used to say they don't belong in the house and should live wildly and freely. And great idea for a couple to choose their last name, I love it.

4. Our beautiful blue planet is raging with wars, terror, famines, sickness, sadness etc. There is a solution to this problem – understood only by a few, ridiculed by many.
A starting point for us is to realize first of all – we as humans need to consider how we conduct ourselves on our planet. We need to go back to basics - paradise in its whole - from where we have originated.
 Have you ever thought about how society has conditioned the human race, in civilizing behavior, customs, values, etc. Have you ever thought who you were created to be, before you were told how to live life and what you should think, who would you be when you were left out in the wilderness? The other day I stumbled upon a blog of someone who said it quite nicely, re-wild yourself, what would that mean for us today?
 Mango Wodzak presents in his book a view on true fruitarian philosophy – “Destination Eden: Fruitarianism” Explained sheds some light on the subject of human life on earth and is by far one of the most eye opening reads of the century.
 Fruitarian philosophy does not only mean living on a fruit based diet, but also encompass faith, ethics, proper stewardship of our planet as instructed to us back in the Garden of Eden, ethics towards people inhabiting the planet, as well as all other living beings / things on the planet. Lastly by living in this holistic balanced view, we can enjoy health as a result – provided by the foods from Paradise.
 Who we truly are have been compromised - where we are headed is our choice. This is a cause I live to support and spread to each and everyone who have an ear:
 Fruitarian Philosophy is a peace revolution for our earth, in paving the road back to paradise.
Quote from Mango: “Going far beyond the realms of diet, this book explains the little understood concept of fruitarianism, and why there is an ever increasing need for humankind to better understand fruit and the unique role it can play in positively shaping the future.”

5. Yes! Really good book! Everyone should read it a couple of times! And i am so glad that Mangodurian Elfrugivoro wrote it! I feel that i am not the only one thinking like this. I love life, i love living, i love peolpe, the earth, The Energy! Eating fruit and having less negative impact as possible with my use of everything. I want to take/use/recieve and give it back in a egual or higher vibration. Contribute to Paradise of Energy!

6. You have an absolute talent for writing, this is not just a book.. In my honest opinion you writing style should be honoured and placed amongst the best in the world.
I have ready many books in my life..
A suggestion and if you ever have time, if you would write a fantasy story book for adults / children, something similar to Lord of the rings etc. I believe you will sell thousands of copies.
You could make it about a fantasy fruit paradise and evil beings trying to kill all the animals and destroy the earth etc.

7. Hello Mango!
 I love your book for 2 reasons.
 1. Because it is a beautiful testimony to the possibility of humankind getting back to the Garden...and
2. Because it turned me on to Withnail and I.
 I've passed it on to my wife and she is reading it with delight and we are discussing daily the wisdom inside.
 Please let me know if I can help out in any way!

8. Mango,
Got your book last week. I am really enjoying it so far. I find myself just opening it up to a random page and reading some amazing wisdom. Thank-you for publishing a book that the world sorely needs.

9. Just want you to know I received your beautiful book yesterday. And I am loving it! I've read about half . . . looking forward to the weekend when I can really indulge myself. : ) I will definitely be buying more copies to give as gifts.
 It is quite thought-provoking on many issues and I do need this challenge in some areas where I am not quite living up to my own beliefs. It's not so easy to break away from conventional thinking and modern society, as much as one wishes they could. It's very inspiring the way you have forged your own path and I look forward to your autobiography which will perhaps shed light on the more personal aspects of your transformation and journey.
 But for now I am very happy to read your logical conclusions and hopes and dreams. Very well done, friend! You can be proud of this creation! Many thanks for sharing your thoughts and wisdom!!!
 I am grateful you are here. The world needs you. ?
 Love,
Julie

10. After 13 years, mango has published his book "destination Eden"! I have to say "finally" as it is really very different to everything else I've read so far on the subject. Firstly, it's not really about food, but about many other things, from being barefoot, to politics. I was fascinated by it, and much of it really made me stop and think. Mango's a real free spirit. I can't follow his every step, but there is no obligation to either.
 Whoever wants to broaden their horizon, and see things in a fully new light, his book can be ordered as either a paperback or as PDF. http://www.lulu.com/spotlight/DestinationEden

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Frozen (2013) -The song intro

Born of cold and winter air.

And mountain rain combining.

This icy force both foul and fair.

Has a frozen heart worth mining.

So cut through the heart.

Cold and clear.

Strike for love and strike for fear.

See the beauty sharp and sheer.

Split the ice apart.

And break the frozen heart.

Hup, ho.

Watch your step.

Let it go.

Hup, ho.

Watch your step.

Let it go.

Beautiful.

Powerful.

Dangerous.

Cold.

Ice has a magic.

Can't be controlled.

Stronger than one.

Stronger than ten.

Stronger than a hundred men!.

Oh!.

Born of cold.

And winter air.

And mountain rain combining.

This icy force both foul and fair.

Has a frozen heart worth mining.

Cut through the heart.

Cold and clear.

Strike for love and strike for fear.

There's beauty and there's danger here.

Split the ice apart.

Beware the frozen heart.

Learn Spanish - Basics

Learn Spanish  - Basics

Tips and notes

Masculine and Feminine Nouns

In Spanish all nouns are masculine or feminine. Usually, nouns that end with an "o" are masculine, and nouns that end with an "a" are feminine. For example, "manzana" (apple) is feminine and "diario" (newspaper) is masculine.

The articles "el" and "un" are used with masculine nouns, and the articles "la" and "una" are used with feminine nouns. "The apple" is "la manzana" and "a newspaper" is "un diario."

Accent Marks

Vowels in Spanish can have an accent mark, such as the "u" in "menú" (menu). One use of the accent mark is to indicate which syllable should be stressed in the pronunciation. For example, in "teléfono" (telephone), the second "e" has the most stress.

Accent marks are also used to distinguish homophones. For example, "él" and "el" are homophones because they have the same pronunciation. However, "él" is a masculine pronoun (meaning "he" or "him") and "el" is a masculine article (meaning "the").

The Second Person Singular

"Tú," "usted" and "vos" are different ways of referring to the second person singular (you). "Usted" is the formal way of saying "you," and "vos" is used in informal speech in certain countries instead of "tú."

The three pronouns are synonyms, but they change the way verbs are conjugated. For instance, for the verb "comer" (to eat), it is "tú comes," "usted come," and "vos comés."

The decision of which form of "you" to use is regional and cultural, but you can typically use "usted" when referring to strangers.

Verb Conjugation

Verb conjugation in Spanish is more complicated than in English. In Spanish, the verb endings change in order to describe who is doing the action and when. For example, for "comer," "I eat" is "yo como" and "you eat" is "tú comes."

Because the conjugations indicate who is doing the action, it is usually possible to omit the pronoun. For instance instead of saying "yo como arroz" (I eat rice), you can say "como arroz."

The Second Person Plural

In Latin America the pronoun for the second person plural is "ustedes,” and in Spain it is "vosotros."

The two pronouns are synonyms, but they change the way of conjugating verbs. For example, to say “you guys eat,” in Latin America you would say "ustedes comen," and in Spain "vosotros coméis."

Chopin

Frédéric François Chopin (/ˈʃoʊpæn/; French pronunciation: ​[fʁe.de.ʁik ʃɔ.pɛ̃]; 22 February or 1 March 1810 – 17 October 1849), born Fryderyk Franciszek Chopin,[n 1] was a Polish composer and virtuoso pianist of the Romantic era, who wrote primarily for the solo piano He gained and has maintained renown worldwide as one of the leading musicians of his era, whose "poetic genius was based on a professional technique that was without equal in his generation Chopin was born in what was then the Duchy of Warsaw, and grew up in Warsaw, which after 1815 became part of Congress Poland A child prodigy, he completed his musical education and composed many of his works in Warsaw before leaving Poland, aged 20, less than a month before the outbreak of the November 1830 Uprising

At the age of 21 he settled in Paris Thereafter, during the last 18 years of his life, he gave only some 30 public performances, preferring the more intimate atmosphere of the salon He supported himself by selling his compositions and teaching piano, for which he was in high demand Chopin formed a friendship with Franz Liszt and was admired by many of his musical contemporaries, including Robert Schumann In 1835 he obtained French citizenship After a failed engagement to a Polish girl, from 1837 to 1847 he maintained an often troubled relationship with the French writer George Sand A brief and unhappy visit to Majorca with Sand in 1838–39 was one of his most productive periods of composition In his last years, he was financially supported by his admirer Jane Stirling, who also arranged for him to visit Scotland in 1848 Through most of his life, Chopin suffered from poor health He died in Paris in 1849, probably of tuberculosis

All of Chopin's compositions include the piano Most are for solo piano, although he also wrote two piano concertos, a few chamber pieces, and some songs to Polish lyrics His keyboard style is highly individual and often technically demanding; his own performances were noted for their nuance and sensitivity Chopin invented the concept of instrumental ballade His major piano works also include sonatas, mazurkas, waltzes, nocturnes, polonaises, études, impromptus, scherzos, and preludes, some published only after his death Many contain elements of both Polish folk music and of the classical tradition of J. S. Bach, Mozart and Schubert, the music of all of whom he admired His innovations in style, musical form, and harmony, and his association of music with nationalism, were influential throughout and after the late Romantic period

Both in his native Poland and beyond, Chopin's music, his status as one of music's earliest superstars, his association (if only indirect) with political insurrection, his love life and his early death have made him, in the public consciousness, a leading symbol of the Romantic era His works remain popular, and he has been the subject of numerous films and biographies of varying degrees of historical accuracy

Questions

1. ''What is the most common cue that launches you into procrastination mode?''
2. What's different between “sophisticated” and “intricate”?
3. What is abbreviation for fixed price of the product sold in shops?
4. What is the origin of the word “copped”?
5 .How did 'adumbrate' evolve to mean 'represent in outline'?
6. Does the word “comparatively” require two operands?
7. “As if it weren't bad enough”: meaning and subjunctive mood?
8. Are there any three syllable words which exist as a noun and verb?
9. Are there compulsory questions? 
10.  Do you have some relevant knowledge, ideas and evidence for the ones you choose to answer?

Bobby McFerrin - Don't Worry Be Happy - Lyrics

(From the Movie "Cocktails") 
Here's a little song I wrote You might want to sing it note for note Don't worry be happy In every life we have some troubleWhen you worry you make it double Don't worry, be happy(Don't worry, be happy now)
Don't worryBe happyDon't worry, be happyDon't worryBe happyDon't worry, be happy
Ain't got no place to lay your head Somebody came and took your bedDon't worry, be happy The land lord say your rent is late He may have to litigate Don't worry, be happy (Look at me I am happy)
Don't worry, be happy Here I give you my phone number When you worry call meI make you happy 
Don't worry, be happy 
Ain't got no cash, ain't got no style Ain't got no girl to make you smile But don't worry be happyCause when you worry Your face will frown And that will bring everybody down So don't worry, be happy (don't worry, be happy now)
Don't worryBe happyDon't worry, be happyDon't worryBe happyDon't worry, be happy
[*4th verse not in radio edit]Now there is this song I wrote I hope you learn it note for note Like good little children Don't worry, be happy Listen to what I say In your life expect some trouble When you worry You make it double But don't worryBe happy, be happy now
Don't worryBe happyDon't worry, be happyDon't worryBe happyDon't worry, be happy
[Radio edit continues here]Don't worry Don't worry don't do it, be happy Put a smile on your face Don't bring everybody down like this 
Don't worryIt will soon pass whatever it is Don't worry, be happy I'm not worried, I'm happy

The Little Gingerbread Man

The Little Gingerbread Man Written and Illustrated by Carol Moore
		Once upon a time there was an old woman who loved baking gingerbread. She would bake gingerbread cookies, cakes, houses and gingerbread people, all decorated with chocolate and peppermint, caramel candies and colored frosting. She lived with her husband on a farm at the edge of town. The sweet spicy smell of gingerbread brought children skipping and running to see what would be offered that day. Unfortunately the children gobbled up the treats so fast that the old woman had a hard time keeping her supply of flour and spices to continue making the batches of gingerbread. Sometimes she suspected little hands of having reached through her kitchen window because gingerbread pieces and cookies would disappear. One time a whole gingerbread house vanished mysteriously. She told her husband, "Those naughty children are at it again. They don't understand all they have to do is knock on the door and I'll give them my gingerbread treats."
		One day she made a special batch of gingerbread men because they were extra big. Unfortunately for the last gingerbread man she ran out of batter and he was half the size of the others. She decorated the gingerbread men with care, each having socks, shirt and pants of different colors. When it came to the little gingerbread man she felt sorry for him and gave him more color than the others. "It doesn't matter he's small," she thought, "He'll still be tasty." Putting the rack on the kitchen windowsill she left it there to cool and went to finish her laundry. The gingerbread men lay quietly, their frosted eyes gazing at the sky with its puffy clouds. At that moment a voice came from nowhere. "Get up. Get up. Come with me." Everyone looked to see who was speaking. It was a butterfly flying just outside the window. Butterflies are naturally beautiful, but her wings were an exceptionally pretty marbled blue. "Come with me," she urged again. The gingerbread men didn't react except to keep staring. All but the smallest gingerbread man who jumped up from the tray and leaped off the kitchen windowsill onto the grass below faster than you could say "hurry." "Where are we going?" he asked breathlessly. "Away." And before the butterfly had finished speaking children appeared in the yard. Spying the little gingerbread man they started shrieking with delight and began chasing him. "Stop, stop," they shouted. "We want to eat you." But with his little legs churning the gingerbread man only ran faster. He yelled, "I won't stop. Run, run as fast as you can. You can't catch me. I'm the gingerbread man." And truly those children could not catch him. Once out of their sight he continued running until he had reached a pasture where two horses were grazing. He sat down on a rock near the fence. "Don't stop," said the butterfly fluttering nearby. "I want to rest," he argued. That was a mistake as one of the horses trotted over to the fence and whinnied. "Oh you smell so good little gingerbread man. Come over here so I can smell you better." The little gingerbread man shook his head, but suddenly that horse jumped the fence and began galloping after him, so he had to run even faster. He called out, "I outran children and I'll outrun you. Run, run as fast as you can. You can't catch me. I'm the gingerbread man." And truly, that horse could not catch him. The next time he rested the little gingerbread man took care to lie amongst the grass well off the road where no one would see him. "Everybody wants to eat me," he complained to the butterfly. "Do you want to eat me, too?" Laughing she answered. "I love the smell of gingerbread. It's better than my favorite flowers. But I sip nectar, not gingerbread. Besides, you're my friend and friends don't eat friends." Pleased to hear that he had a friend the little gingerbread man was about to reply when again they were interrupted. A farmer's dog with a keen nose had come to investigate. Licking his muzzle at the sight of the gingerbread man, the dog said. "Excuse me for interrupting, but little gingerbread man you look so good. I mean tired. Please stay awhile and rest if you like." As the dog talked, he stepped closer and closer. The closer he stepped, the more nervous became the little gingerbread man. When the butterfly flitted from her grass perch in alarm, the little gingerbread man took off running with the dog nipping at his tiny heels. He shouted, "I outran children. I outran a horse,       and I'll outrun you, too. Run, run as fast as you can. You can't catch me. I'm the gingerbread man." And truly that dog could not catch him. At last the little gingerbread man and the butterfly reached a stream. It wasn't a very big stream unless you are a tiny gingerbread man. To him it was a river. From out behind a bush sauntered a red fox stopping to stretch because he had just awakened from a nap. Looking at the gingerbread man he said nonchalantly, "May I help you?" The butterfly was quick to respond. "No thank you. We're going to fly across this stream. We don't need your help." Smiling, the wily fox glanced at the butterfly before turning to the little gingerbread man, "You're going to carry him? I've no doubt Ms. Butterfly that you have good intentions, but you're only a bug. You couldn't carry anything anywhere, let alone this gingerbread man across the stream. You'll drop him. I guarantee it!" The little gingerbread man was confused. He knew that his butterfly friend had good intentions but could she really carry him? He doubted it. Her wings were so thin and delicate. The thought of him falling into the cold water and crumbling to damp bits was frightening. He said to the fox, "I outran children. I outran a horse, and I outran a dog. Will you keep me safe and not eat me?" "Of course!" the wily fox quickly assured him before the butterfly could object. "I eat only meat and I had a full meal just before my nap. Here, ride on my bushy tail. Let's go before I change my mind." So the little gingerbread man climbed onto the fox's tail and they entered the water. Unfortunately the fox's tail began dipping into the water. "You're too heavy for my tail, he said. Climb onto my back." The little gingerbread man did as he was asked. But the water began creeping up the fox's back forcing the little gingerbread man to climb higher to the fox's neck. "That's not good enough, I'm afraid," said the wily fox. "Climb to my head." Now the little gingerbread man was terrified, but what could he do? He climbed to the fox's ears. "Oh, little gingerbread man, you have to climb onto my nose," insisted the wily fox, "otherwise I can't help you. Don't you see the water is getting even deeper?" So the little gingerbread man reluctantly climbed onto the fox's nose. The moment he did, that wily fox tossed him into the air, opening his jaws wide with anticipation. The little gingerbread man's eyes rounded with fear because he knew he was going to be eaten. It didn't matter now how fast he could run. But the little gingerbread man and the wily fox had forgotten about the butterfly. She swooped into that fox's jaws, grabbing her friend by one leg and rescuing him from an awful fate. She flew higher and higher until the stream and the fox were but spots on the landscape. "You can carry me," cried the little gingerbread man. "Yes," she answered. "I'm stronger than you could imagine. Now I'll take you somewhere safe." She flew with him over farm fields and forests and even mountains. It felt like they had been in the sky forever when they reached a lake, its waters calm like pale glass. There was an island in the middle of the lake lined with forest trees. And among the trees was where the butterfly took the little gingerbread man. She flew down, down, and down until they came to the foot of a pine tree. The little gingerbread man could not believe his eyes. Beneath that pine tree was the most beautiful gingerbread house. Through the front door of the gingerbread house came a gingerbread man and a gingerbread woman. Seeing the butterfly and her companion they smiled excitedly waving their gingerbread hands. "Oh, what have you brought us?" cried the gingerbread woman. Evidently she knew the butterfly very well. "I think that's obvious, dear" said the gingerbread man. "She's brought us a gingerbread boy. Do you realize that now we can be the family we always wanted?" It was true. The butterfly had intended all along to bring these three together. The little gingerbread man had not known that he was, in reality, a gingerbread boy. It was all so sudden, but wonderful. When both his gingerbread parents each gave him a loving hug he knew he was home. The gingerbread family went inside their gingerbread house to celebrate with the butterfly remaining outside on the roof. She was content just smelling the gingerbread and sitting there quietly, whether it was day or night. They all lived happily ever after.                                                                    Sursa