Fukushima survivors are being urged to return to the nuclear disaster site by the Japanese government despite radiation levels similar to Chernobyl, say Greenpeace.
Officials are planning to slash housing support for 6,000 people from the village of Iitate on March 31, when the evacuation order is due to be lifted just six years on from the reactor meltdown, reports rt.com.
The risk to health is on a par with the exclusion zone around the former Soviet reactor Chernobyl in what is now Ukraine – more than 30 years after it spewed plumes of killer fission, say Greenpeace Japan.
Greenpeace has some superb idealists, but not renown for conservative reporting- Can any Commentor add any corroborating or dissenting news reports?
The movie, released in 1958, was taken in large part from the book The Small Woman by Alan Burgess. One reviewer of the book said that the written material was more action-packed than the movie. The reviewer described Aylward as one “who had to deal with unbelievable conditions and reconcile her actions with her religious beliefs.”
“a well-produced, heartwarming movie starring the great actress Ingrid Bergman – it was a thorn in the side of Gladys Aylward. She was deeply embarrassed by the movie because it was so full of inaccuracies. Hollywood also took great liberties with her infatuation with the Chinese Colonel Linnan, even changing him into an Eurasian. But Gladys, the most chaste of women, was horrified to learn the movie had portrayed her in ‘love scenes‘. She suffered greatly over what she considered her soiled reputation.”
She met and became friends with “General Ley,” a Roman Catholic priest from Europe who had teken up arms when the Japanese invaded, and now headed a guerilla force. Finally he sent her a message. The Japanese are coming in full force. We are retreating. Come with us.” Angry, she scrawled a Chinese note, Chi Tao Tu Pu Twai, “Christians never retreat!” He sent back a copy of a Japanese handbill offering $100 each for the capture, dead or alive, of (1) the Mandarin, (2) a prominent merchant, and (3) Ai-weh-deh. She determined to flee to the government orphanage at Sian, bringing with her the children she had accumulated, about 100 in number. (An additional 100 had gone ahead earlier with a colleague.) With the children in tow, she walked for twelve days.
Again? How much skepticism really an avoidance tactic to protect from a close forensic first look? But this time the surprised beneficiary was an unwilling skeptic, an active Harvard trained brain surgeon with a successful career, who thought such reports were hallucinations. He shows how his brain scans led to a different conclusion. The second video link at bottom shows a bonus corroboration he never saw coming.
Dr. Alexander acknowledged that tales of near-death experiences that reveal a bright light leading to compassionate world beyond are as old as time and by now seem trite. He is aware that his version of heaven is even more psychedelic than most — the butterflies, he explained, were not his choice, and anyway that was his “gateway” and not heaven itself.
Watch the video for the clincher that surprised even the Doctor and brought the discussion beyond his own observed experiences.
For years Dr. Eben Alexander III had dismissed near-death revelations of God and heaven as explainable by the hard wiring of the human brain. He was, after all, a neurosurgeon with sophisticated medical training.
But then in 2008 Dr. Alexander contracted bacterial meningitis. The deadly infection soaked his brain and sent him into a deep coma.
During that week, as life slipped away, he now says, he was living intensely in his mind. He was reborn into a primitive mucky Jell-o-like substance and then guided by “a beautiful girl with high cheekbones and deep blue eyes” on the wings of a butterfly to an “immense void” that is both “pitch black” and “brimming with light” coming from an “orb” that interprets for an all-loving God.
Dr. Alexander, 58, was so changed by the experience that he felt compelled to write a book, “Proof of Heaven,” that recounts his experience. He knew full well that he was gambling his professional reputation by writing it, but his hope is that his expertise will be enough to persuade skeptics, particularly medical skeptics, as he used to be, to open their minds to an afterworld.
Still, he said, he has a trump card: Having trained at Duke University and taught and practiced as a surgeon at Harvard, he knows brain science as well as anyone. And science, he said, cannot explain his experience.
“During my coma my brain wasn’t working improperly,” he writes in his book. “It wasn’t working at all.”
Simon & Schuster, which released the book on Oct. 23, is betting that it can appeal to very different but potentially lucrative audiences: those interested in neuroscience and those interested in mystical experiences. Already Dr. Alexander has been a guest on “The Dr. Oz Show” and is scheduled to appear as the sole guest of an hour long special with Oprah Winfrey on Sunday.
In a recent interview at the Algonquin Hotel lobby in Manhattan, however, Dr. Alexander made it clear that he was less interested in appealing to religious “believers,” even though they had been a core audience for similar books.
William Kamkwamba (born August 5, 1987) is a Malawian innovator, engineer and author. He gained fame in his country when, in 2002, he built a wind turbine to power a few electrical appliances in his family’s house in Wimbe (20 miles east of Kasungu) using blue gum trees, bicycle parts, and materials collected in a local scrapyard. Since then, he has built a solar-powered water pump that supplies the first drinking water in his village and two other wind turbines (the tallest standing at 39 feet) and is planning two more, including one in Lilongwe, the political capital of Malawi.
Women Suffrage and Abolition Movements were linked, but the link became uncomfortable: some wanted to disengage the two. The issues were hotly debated. Here an historical figure, ex-slave, and the first black to win a lawsuit in the US, reminiscent of Abigail and Deborah, quickly eviscerated sophistry of the religious elite.
… And she pointed her significant finger, and sent a keen glance at the minister who had made the argument. The cheering was long and loud.
“Then that little man in black thar, he say women can’t have as much rights as men, ’cause Christ wan’t a woman! Whar did your Christ come from?”
Rolling thunder couldn’t have stilled that crowd, as did those deep, wonderful tones, as she stood there with outstretched arms and eyes of fire. Raising her voice still louder, she repeated,
“Whar did your Christ come from? From God and a woman! Man had nothin’ to do wid Him.”
Oh, what a rebuke that was to the little man.
Turning again to another objector, she took up the defense of Mother Eve, I cannot follow her through it all. It was pointed and witty, and solemn; eliciting at almost every sentence deafening applause; and she ended by asserting, “If the fust woman God ever made was strong enough to turn the world upside down all alone, these women togedder [and she glanced her eye over the platform] ought to be able to turn it back, and get it right side up again! And now they is asking to do it, the men better let ’em.” Long continued cheering greeted this. “Obliged to ye for hearin’ on me, and now ole Sojourner han’t got nothin’ more to say.”