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The Canny Ong murder case in Malaysia.
Ahmad Najib Aris, a former aircraft cabin cleaner, was hanged at dawn on Friday the 23rd of September 2016 for the rape and murder of Canny Ong Lay Kian in 2003. The execution was carried out at Kajang Prison. His body was returned to his family and later laid buried at the Sungai Kantan Muslim cemetery in Kajang.
The Shah Alam High Court had sentenced 40 year old Najib to death on the 23rd of February 2005 for raping and murdering 28 year old Canny Ong, at Batu 7, Old Klang Road, Petaling Jaya between 1am and 5am on June 14, 2003. He was also sentenced to the maximum of 20 years in prison and 10 strokes of the cane for raping her.
The trial got huge publicity and gripped the nation with horrific details of abduction, rape, murder and the dumping of Canny's body into a manhole before it was set on fire. A DNA test had been conducted confirming Ahmad Najib's semen in Ong's vagina which proved that he had intercourse with the victim. In March 2009, the Federal Court upheld his death sentence.
Canny was an IT-analyst living in the United States with her husband Brandon. She was in Malaysia to visit her ailing father. On the13th of June 2003, a day before she was due to return to the US, she went out for dinner with family and friends and at the up-market Bangsar Shopping Complex in Bangsar, Kuala Lumpur. After the meal, she went to the basement car park to fetch her parking ticket from her car. She asked her mother, Pearly Visvanathan Ong, and sister to wait for her by the autopay machine. Canny was kidnapped in the underground car park at 10.45pm. This was recorded on CCTV cameras, which showed her car being driven out at speed and crashed through the barrier. Canny’s mother reported her missing about 20 minutes later at the Brickfields police station.
Two policemen patrolling on motorcycles stopped Canny’s car, a Proton Tiara, with Najib and Canny in it near Kelana Jaya. She was still alive at that time. An officer took their identity cards and while he was checking them Najib tried to drive off. One front tire was shot out. However Najib managed to get away. In the early hours of the following morning he raped Canny. He then stabbed her twice and pushed her body into a roadside drain.
He escaped in a taxi and returned the next day and doused the body in petrol and set fire to it. The remains were discovered by a construction site manager. Canny’s car was found abandoned.
A van driver was able to give the court crucial evidence that helped to convict Najib, having seen him at the construction site in the car with a topless woman lying on the back seat. Investigators found Canny’s DNA found on jeans belonging to Najib and his semen was found on her body.

One interesting question remains. Why did Canny not escape from the car when she had at least two chances to do so? Sadly we will never know the answer. She may have just been petrified and unable to escape.

A video on the case is available here.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?time_continue=23&v=ADauJqzC2P4

THE brutal murder of 28-year-old Canny Ong in 2003 remains embedded in the minds of many Malaysians. The tragedy shook the nation not just because of the gruesome and senseless nature of the crime committed – Ong was abducted, raped, stabbed and torched – but also because it happened in a popular and upscale neighbourhood-mall that was fitted with security cameras.
Unfortunately, Ong never returned with the ticket. After waiting for 20 minutes, Ong’s mother Pearly Visvanathan Ong and her sister decided to go to the car park to look for her. When they went down they found the car, a purple Proton Tiara, missing. Sensing something bad had happened to her daughter, Pearly ran to the mall’s security office to view the CCTV tapes. The tapes confirmed their worst fears: they saw Canny being abducted by an unidentified male who drove off with her in her car, crashing past the exit barrier of the carpark.
Days later, Ong’s charred remains were found in a manhole along Old Klang Road in Kuala Lumpur. Forensic and criminal investigators found evidence that led to the arrest of a 27-year-old aircraft cabin cleaner, Ahmad Najib Aris.

My sister, Michelle-Ann Iking's 3% chance of conceiving naturally was a success! Here's her story:

(My apologies as I've been overwhelmed with personal matters. I've only managed to get to my desk. So finally got around posting this).

This is the story behind my sister's pregnancy struggle and how she shared her journey over her Facebook page.

Because some may have not caught her LIVE session chat with me (https://www.facebook.com/daphneiking/videos/687743128744960/) , or read her lengthy post (as it's a private page);
she's allowed me to copy and paste it over my wall, in case you need to know more about her thought process on how AND why she focused on the 3% success probability. Read on.

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Posted 10th May 2020.
FB Credit: Michelle-Ann Iking

A week ago today I celebrated becoming a mother to our second, long awaited child.

Please forgive this mother's LONG (self-indulgent) post, journalling what this significant milestone has meant for her personally, for her own fallible memory's sake as well as maybe to share one day with her son.

If all you were wondering was whether I had delivered and if mum and bub are OK, please be assured the whole KkLM family are thriving tremendously, and continue scrolling right along your Newsfeed 😁.

OUR 3% MIRACLE

All babies are miracles... and none more so than our precious Kiaen Aaryan (pronounced KEY-n AR-yen), whose name derives from Sanskrit origins meaning:

Grace of God
Spiritual
Kind
Benevolent

...words espousing the gratitude Kishore and I feel for Kiaen's arrival as our "3% miracle".

He was conceived, naturally, after 3 years of Kishore and I hoping, praying and 'endeavoring'... and only couples for whom the objective switches from pure recreation to (elusive) procreation will understand how this is less fun than it sounds ...

3 years during which time we had consensus from 3 different doctors that we, particularly I (with my advancing age etc etc) had only a 3% chance of natural conception and that our best hope for a sibling for our firstborn, Lara Anoushka, was via IVF.

Lara herself was an 'intervention baby', being one of the 20% of babies successfully conceived through the less intrusive IUI process, after a year and a half of trying naturally and already being told then my age was a debilitating factor.

We had tried another round of IUI for her sibling in 2017 when Lara was a year old. And that time we fell into the ranks of the 80% of would-be parents for whom it would be an exercise in futility... who would go home, comfort each other as best they could, while individually masking their own personal disappointment... hoping for the best, 'the next time around'...

So the improbability ratio of 97% against natural conception of our second baby, as concurred by the combined opinion of 3 medical professionals, was a very real, very daunting figure for us to have to mentally deal with.

Deep, DEEP, down in my heart however, though I had many a day of doubt... I kept a core kernel of faith that somehow, I would again experience the privilege of pregnancy, and again, have a chance at childbirth.

And so, the optimist in me would tell myself, "Well, there have to be people who fall in the 3% bucket... why shouldn't WE be part of the 3%?"

Those who know me well, understand my belief in the Law of Attraction, the philosophy of focusing your mind only on what you want to attract, not on what you don't want, and so even as Kishore and I prepared to go into significant personal debt to attempt IVF in the 2nd half of 2019, I marshalled a last ditch effort to hone in on that 3% chance of natural conception... through research coming across fertility supplements that I ordered from the US and sent to a friend in Singapore to redirect to me because the supplier would not deliver to Malaysia.

I made us as a couple take the supplements in the 3 month 'priming period' in the lead up to the IVF procedure - preconditioning our bodies for optimum results, if you will.

At the same time, I had invested in a sophisticated fertility monitor, with probes and digital sensors for daily tracking of saliva and other unmentionable fluid samples, designed to pinpoint with chemical accuracy my state of fertility on any given day.

(UPDATE: For those interested - I obtained the supplements and Ovacue Fertility Monitor from https://www.fairhavenhealth.com/. Though I had my supplies delivered to a friend in Singapore, and redirected to me here since the US site does not deliver to Malaysia, there are local distributors for these products, you will just have to research the trustworthiness of the vendors yourself...)

I had set an intention - in the 3 months of pre-IVF priming, I would consume what seemed like a pharmacy's worth of supplements, and track fertility religiously... in hopes that somehow, within the 3 month priming period, we would conceive naturally and potentially save ourselves a down payment on a new property... and this was just a projection on financial costs of IVF, not even considering the physical, emotional and mental toll it involves, with no guarantee of a baby at the end of it all...

It was a continuation of an intention embedded even with my first pregnancy, where all the big ticket baby items were consciously purchased for use by a future sibling, in gender neutral colours, in hopes that sibling would be a brother "for a balanced pair", though of course any healthy child would be a welcome blessing.

It was a very conscious determination to always skew my thoughts in service of what the end objective was. For example, when 3+year old Lara would innocently express impatience at not yet having a sibling, at one point suggesting that since we were "taking too long to give her a baby brother/sister", perhaps we should just "go buy a baby from a shop", instead of getting defensive or berating the baby that she herself was, we enlisted Lara's help to pray for her sibling... so in any place of worship, or sacred ground of any kind that we passed thereon, Lara would stop, close her eyes, bow her small head and place her tiny hands together in prayer, reciting earnestly, "Please God, please give me a baby brother or baby sister."

After months and months of watching Lara do this, in the constancy of her childlike chant, Kishore started feeling the pressure of possibly disappointing Lara if her prayer was not answered. Whereas for me, Lara's recitation of her simple wish became like a strengthening mantra, our collective intention imbued with greater power with each repetition, and the goal of a sibling kept very much in the forefront of our minds (hence our calling Lara our 'project manager' in this endeavour).

And somehow in the 2nd month of that 3 month period, a positive + sign appeared on one of the home pregnancy tests I had grown accustomed to taking - my version of the lottery tickets others keep buying in hopes of hitting the jackpot, with all the cyclical anticipation and more often than not, disappointment, that entails...

This time however I was not disappointed.

With God's Grace, (hence 'Kiaen', a variation of 'Kiaan' which means 'Grace of God'), my focus on our joining the ranks of the 3% had materialised.

It seems poetic then, that Kiaen chose to make his appearance on the 3rd May, ironically the same date that his paternal great-grandfather departed this world for the next... such that in the combined words of Kishore and his father Kai Vello Suppiah,

"The 1st generation Suppiah left on 3rd May and the 4th generation Suppiah arrived on 3rd May after 41yrs...
One leaves, another comes, the legacy lives on..."

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KIAEN AARYAN SUPPIAH'S BIRTH STORY

On Sunday 3rd May, I was 40 weeks and 5 days pregnant.

The baby was, in my mind, very UN-fashionably late past his due date of 29th April, so as much as I had willed and 'manifested' the privilege of pregnancy, to say I was keen to be done with it all was an understatement.

In the weeks leading to up to my full term, I had experienced increasingly intense Braxton-Hicks 'practice contractions' - annoying for me for the discomfort involved, stressful for Kishore who was on tenterhooks with the false alarms, on constant alert for when we would actually need to leave home for the hospital.

Having become a Hypnobirthing student and advocate from my first pregnancy with Lara, and thus being equipped with
(1) a lack of fear about childbirth in general and
(2) a basic understanding of how all the sensations I would experience fit into the big picture of my body bringing our baby closer to us,
I was less stressed - content to wait for the baby to be "fully cooked" and come out whenever he was ready... though I wouldn't have minded at all if the cooking time ended sooner, rather than later.

With Lara, I had been somewhat 'forced' into an induced labour, even though she was not yet due, and that had resulted in a 5 DAY LABOUR, a Birth Story for another post, so I was not inclined to chemically induce labour, even though I was assured that for second time mothers, it would be 'much faster and easier'...

That morning, I had a hunch *maybe* that day was the day, because in contrast to previous weeks' sensations of tightening, pressure and even spasms that were concentrated in the front of my abdomen and occasionally shot through my sides and legs, I felt period - like cramping in my lower back which I had not felt before throughout the pregnancy.

It was about 8am in the morning then, and my 'surges' were still relatively mild ('surges' being Hypnobirthing - speak for 'contractions', designed to frame them with the more positive connotations needed to counteract common language in which childbirth is presented as something that is unequivocally painful and traumatic, instead of the miraculous, powerful and natural phenomenon it actually is).

I recall (masochistically?) entertaining the thought of opting NOT to have an epidural JUST TO SEE WHAT IT WOULD BE LIKE...

I figured this would be the last time I would be pregnant and so it would be my 'last chance' to experience 'drug free labour' which, apart from the health benefits for baby and mother, might be *interesting* in a way that people who are curious about what getting a tattoo and skydiving and bungee jumping are like, might find these *interesting*...even knowing there will be pain and risk involved...

Since I have tried tattoos and skydiving (unfortunately not being able to squeeze in bungee-jumping while my life was purely my own to risk at no dependents' possible detriment) a similar curiousity about a no-epidural labour was on my mind...

In the absence of other signs of the onset of labour (like 'bloody show' or my waters breaking), I wanted to wait until the surges were coming every few minutes before we actually left the house for the hospital, not wanting to be one of those couples who rushed in too early and had interminable waits for the next stage in unfamiliar, clinical surroundings and/or were made to go home in an anti-climatic manner.

I was even calm enough through my surges to have the presence of mind to wash and blowdry my hair, knowing if I did deliver soon I would not be allowed this luxury for a while.

Around 9am I asked Kishore to prep for Lara and himself to be dressed and breakfasted so we could head to hospital soon, while I sent messages to family members on both sides informing them 'today might be the day.'

My mother, who had briefly served as a midwife before going back into general nursing and then becoming a nursing tutor, prophetically stated that if what I was experiencing was true labour, "the baby would be out by noon".

The pace in which my surges grew closer together was surprisingly quicker than I expected; and while I asked Lara to "Hurry up with breakfast" with only a tad more urgency than we normally tell her to do, little Missy being prone to dilly-dallying at meals, I probably freaked Kishore out when about 930am onwards, I had to instinctively get on my hands and knees a couple of times, eyes closed, trying to practice the Hypnobirthing breathing techniques I had revised to help along the process of my body birthing our child into the world.

I recall him saying a bit frantically as I knelt at our front door, doubled over as he waited for Lara to complete something or other, "Lara hurry up! Can't you see Mama is in so much pain and you are taking your own sweet time??!!"

SIDETRACK: Just the night before, Lara and I had watched a TV show in which a woman gave birth with the usual histrionics accompanying pop culture depictions of labour.

Lara watched the scene, transfixed.

I told her, simply and matter-of-factly, "That's what Mama has to do to get baby brother out Lara, and that's what I had to do for you also."

In most of interactions with my daughter, I have sought to equip her to face life's situations with calmness, truthful common sense, and ideally a minimum of drama.

Those who know the dramatic diva that Lara can be will know that this is a work-in-progress, but her response to me that night showed me some of my 'teachings' were sinking in:

She looked at me unfazed, "But Mama," she said. "You won't cry and scream like that lady, right? You will be BRAVE and stay calm, right?"
#nopressure.

So as we prepped to leave for the hospital I did indeed attempt to be that role model of calm for her, asking her only for her help in keeping very quiet,
"Because Mama needs to focus on bringing baby brother out and she needs quiet to concentrate...".

As we left the house at 10.11am, I texted Kishore's sister Geetha to please prep to pick up Lara from the hospital, and was grateful Kishore had the foresight to ask our gynae to prepare a letter for Geetha to show any police roadblocks between my in-laws' home in Subang Jaya and the hospital in Bangsar, this all happening under the Movement Control Order (MCO).

To Lara's credit, in the journey over to the hospital, she - probably sensing the gravity of the situation, sat very quietly in her seat at the back, and the silence was punctuated only by my occasional deep intakes of breath and some variation of my Ohmmm-like moans when the sensations were at their height.

By the time we got to Pantai Hospital at around 10.30am, my surges were strong enough I requested a wheelchair to assist me in getting to the labour ward, as I did not trust my own legs to support me... and Kishore would have to wait until Geetha had arrived to take Lara back to my in-laws' house before he himself could go up.

I slumped in the wheelchair and was wheeled up to the labour room with my eyes closed the whole time, trying to handle my surges.

I didn't even look up to see the attendant who pushed me... but did make the effort to thank him sincerely when he handed me over, with what seemed like a palpable sense of relief on his part, to the labour ward nurses.

The nurse attending me at Pantai was calm, steady and efficient. I answered some questions and changed into my labour gown while waiting for Kishore to come up, all the while managing the increasingly intense surges with my rusty Hypnobirthing breathing techniques.

By the time Kishore joined me at around 11am (I know these timings based on the timestamps of the 'WhatsApp live feed' of messages Kishore sent to his family), I was asking the nurse on duty, "How soon can I get an epidural??" thinking what crazy woman thought she could do this without drugs???!!!

The nurse checked my cervix dilation, I saw her bloodied glove indicating my mucous plug had dislodged, and she told me, "Well you are already at 7cm (which, for the uninitiated, is 70% of the way to the 10cm dilation needed for birthing), you are really doing well, if you made it this far without any drugs, if can you try and manage without it... I suspect within 2 hours or less you will deliver your baby and since it will take about that time for the anaesthesiologist to be called, epidural to be administered and kick in... it might all be for nothing... but of course the decision is completely up to you... "

So there I was, super torn, should I risk the sensations becoming worse... or risk the epidural becoming a waste?? And of course I was trying to decide this as my labour surges were coming at me stronger and stronger...

I was in such a dilemma...because as a 'recovering approval junkie' there was also a silly element of approval-seeking involved, ("The nurse thinks I can do this without drugs... maybe I CAN do this without drugs... Yay me!") mixed with that element of curiosity I mentioned earlier ("What if I actually CAN do this without drugs... plenty of other women have done it all over the world since time immemorial.. no big deal, how bad can it be...??") so then I thought I would use the financial aspect to be the 'tiebreaker' in my decision making...

I asked the nurse how much an epidural would cost and when she replied "Around MYR1.5k", I still remember Kishore's incredulous face as I asked the question, i.e."Seriously babe, you are gonna think about money right now? If you need the epidural TAKE IT, don't worry about the money!!!"... and while we are not rich by any stretch of the imagination, thankfully RM1.5k is not a quantum that made me swing towards a decision to "better save the money"...

So in the end, I guess my curiosity won out, and I turned down the epidural "just to see what it would be like and if I had it in me" (in addition of course to avoiding the side effects of any drugs introduced into my and the baby's body).

My labour occuring in the time of coronavirus, it was protocol for me to have a COVID19 test done, so the medical staff could apply the necessary precautions. I had heard from a friend Sharon Ruba that the test procedure was uncomfortable, so when the nurse came with the test kit as I was starting another surge, I asked, "Please can I just finish this surge before I do the test?" as I really didn't think I could multitask tackling multiple uncomfortable sensations in one go.

The COVID19 test involved what felt like a looong, skinny cotton bud being inserted into one nostril... I definitely felt more than a tickle as it went in and up, being told to take deep breaths by the nurse. Then she asked me to "Try to swallow" and I felt it go into my nasal cavities where I didn't think anything could go any further, but was proven wrong when she asked me to swallow again and the swab was probed even deeper. Then she warned me there would be some slight discomfort as she prepared to collect a sample... but at that point all I could think about was:

(i) I really don't have much of a choice
(ii) please let this be over before my next surge kicks in
(iii) if all the people breaking the MCO rules knew what it feels like to do this test maybe they won't put themselves at risk of the need to perform one...

In full disclosure as I was transferred into the actual delivery room at some point after 11am, another nurse offered me 'laughing gas' to ostensibly take some of the edge off... I took the self-operated breathing nozzle passed to me but don't recall it making any difference to my sensations..so didn't use it much as it seemed pretty pointless.

I recall some measure of relief when I heard my gynae Dr. Paul entering the room, greeting Kishore and me, and telling us it was going well and it wouldn't be long now and he would see us again shortly.

From my previous labour with Lara I knew the midwives pretty much take you 90% of the way through the labour and when the Dr is called in you are really at the home stretch, so was very relieved to hear his voice though knowing he would leave and come back later meant it wasn't quite over yet.

I do remember realising when I had crossed the Thinning and Opening Phase of labour to the Birthing Phase, by the change in sensations... it is still amazing to me that as the Hypnobirthing book mentioned, having this knowledge I was instinctively able to switch breathing techniques for the next stage of labour .

Was my opting against epidural the right choice for me?

Overall? Yes.

Don't get me wrong.

I *almost* regretted the decision several times during active labour... especially when I felt my body being taken over by an overwhelming compulsion to push that did not seem conscious and was accompanied by involuntary gutteral moans where I literally just thought to myself, "I surrender, God do with me what you will..." (super dramatic I know but VERY real at the time...).

I think I experienced 3-4 such natural explusive reflexes (?), rhythmically pushing the baby down the birth path, one of which was accompanied by what felt like a swoosh of water coming out of a hose with a diameter the size of a golf ball... this was when I realised my water had finally broken...

The nurses kept instructing me to do different things, to keep breathing, to move to my side, then to move to the middle, to raise my feet... and when I didn't comply, Kishore (who was with me throughout both my labours) tried to help them by repeating the instructions prefaced with "Sayang..." but I basically ignored all the intructions because I felt I had no capacity to direct any part of my body to do anything and someone else would have to physically manoeuvre that body part themselves.

When I heard Dr. Paul's voice again and the flurry of commotion surrounding his presence, I knew the time was close... and when I heard the nurse say to Kishore, "Sir, these are your gloves, for when you cut the baby's cord", it was music to my ears...

I'm very, VERY grateful Kiaen slid out after maybe the 4th of those involuntary pushes... the wave of RELIEF when he came out so quickly... it still boggles my mind that my mother was essentially right and as his birth time was 12.02pm, it was *only* about 1.5 hours between our arrival at the hospital and his arrival into the world.

Kiaen was placed on my chest for skin to skin bonding and remained there for a considerable time.

For our short stay in the hospital he would be with us in my maternity ward number C327... another trivially serendipitous sign for me because he was born on the 3rd (May) and our wedding anniversary is 27th (July).

I was discharged the following day 4th May at about 5.30pm, after I got an all clear on COVID19 and a paediatric surgeon did a small procedure on Kiaen to address a tongue-tie that would affect his breastfeeding latch... making the entire duration of our stay about 31 hours.

I have taken the time and effort to record all this down so that whenever life's challenges threaten to get me down I can remind myself, "Ignore the 97% failure probability, focus on the 3% success probability".

Also that the human condition is miraculous and it is such a privilege to experience it.

To our son Kiaen Aaryan, thank you for coming into our lives and choosing us as your parents.

Even though Papa and I are both zombies trying to settle into a night time feeding routine with you, I look forward to spending not only all future Mother's Days, but every day, with you and your Akka...

And last but not least, to my husband Kishore...without whom none of this would be possible - we did it sayang, I love you ❤️

Photo credit: Stayhome session with Samantha Yong Photography (http://samanthayong.com/)

😹😹😹

#韓國瑜市長的說服之道大解析

「對群眾有影響力的演說家，能在群體中把對他們有誘惑力的形象激發出來」-烏合之眾：群體心理學

我是個學過幾年催眠的心理師，去年選舉前曾跟教催眠的醫師朋友討論到：
韓國瑜市長，大概是我們生平僅見，催眠做得最好的人！

不要懷疑，這是稱讚！

一個本來原來支持綠營的高雄朋友跟我說，聽了三場韓國瑜市長的造勢會，就決定把票投給他。

日前我認真的讀了他的書，看了他幾場講座影片、翻閱他去年所有演講的逐字稿，我才發現其中大有門道：

1.態度親和的肢體動作。這可說是韓市長最大的優勢，大家去看他發紅包的影片，一定是雙手緊握對方的手、眼睛注視著對方。就高市府內幾個朋友跟我說，韓上任後，馬上到所有市府部會辦公室拜訪，一樣是雙手緊握、眼睛注視著每個職員。這種肢體語言，不管發紅包、市府公務員還是每個菜市場跟他握過手的鄉民，都會覺得被重視、被在乎、被放在心上。

2.YES SET語言。這是催眠常見的語言。簡單的說，就是講一些大腦會認同的話，讓大腦直覺地認為你是個可信的人，連帶提高你這個人還有之後內容的說服力。
比如：「高雄市是一個巨人、要山有山、要海有海，有4個新加坡大、3個香港大、10個台北市大」，…「各位高雄鄉親，我們280萬的市民，我們要拒絕貧窮，我們要拒絕又老又窮，我們要迎向繁榮、迎向富庶、迎向光明，好不好！」

前面的高雄市巨人呼應了後面的幾倍大，要山有山、要海有海。這些講的都是事實，大腦會自動認同，即便我們真的不確定高雄比新加坡大多少，也會跟著認同高雄市是巨人，接續到後面的要拒絕又老又窮、迎向繁榮，大腦就會自動認同語言的內容，也認同韓！

3. 嵌入命令(Embedded Command)與嵌入問句(Embedded Question)
這兩種方法是在大腦紊亂時，給關鍵的暗示，讓大腦自動地吸收指令。換句話說，就是幫談話畫重點、給暗示。

比如：「我們不要中低階層過得這麼的辛苦，我們高雄也不要我們的孩子越走越遠。3、40年前的高雄…。那個時候的高雄人是這麼的驕傲，全台灣雙B轎車最多在高雄，全台灣最有氣魄，台灣錢淹腳目，高雄錢淹肚臍，全台灣最富庶的城市是高雄。」

韓市長在講這段話的時候。只要講到他想表達的字詞，如過得辛苦、孩子越走越遠、高雄、驕傲，就會用停頓、或踮腳轉身等口語或非口語強調。整段話聽下來，會聽到找回驕傲，讓孩子回來高雄。

再來這兩段：「在我的心中整個高雄對外面所有的來往，沒有一個敵人、沒有一個對手、沒有一個陌生，全部城市，全部國家都向我們高雄開放，好不好！」
這一段是yes set，增加後段演講的說服力，讓大腦自動說好

關鍵在這段：
「我們高雄人，我們韓國瑜當上市長之後，我們高雄人也會張開我們的臂膀，用我們的熱情迎接所有來往的城市、所有來往的國家，好不好？！」
後面的好不好是嵌入問句，你只要大腦說好，就等於認同前面說的了韓國瑜當市長。

4.縮小/誇大
有時韓市長講的內容並不見得全對，但一定會讓人有感受。

比如他說，「年金改革….砍了再砍，砍了再砍 一年幫政府省了50億到60億，前瞻計畫隨便就4000億」

雖然年金改革一年政府實際省了400億，但這樣的縮小金額再對比前瞻計畫，會讓聽者覺得政府在剝削我，即便反對者更正年金改革實際支出，一來會增加話題曝光度，再者被改革者受剝削的感覺在反覆討論中不但無法淡化還可能增加。

5.抓住核心議題，以簡單好記的口號解決
如果你這幾年問在地高雄人，特別是中下階層(民進黨傳統支持者)最在乎的事，你聽到的一定是「生意不好做、賺錢不容易」
從客觀上，你當然可以說高雄是重工業轉型、目前多是服務業來填補製造業外移的人力缺口….所以薪水很低。但重點是，沒有解決問題。

而韓處理的方式就一句話，又老又窮！把高雄人口老化、青年北上工作、在地收入少的困境說出來。
另外他又提出「貨出去、人進來、高雄發大財」這種好記又朗朗上口的解決口號。每念一次，就會覺得高雄真的有希望改變、真的會變有錢。

同理，現在講的「台灣經濟殘廢」到「台灣安全、人民有錢」也是同樣原理！

6.生動的比喻
「高雄是沉睡的巨人」、「我出國打拼，你用牙籤戳我屁股」、「國民黨需要后羿」，這些比喻有沒有很有畫面。甚至近來甚至也有我的案主用牙籤戳我來比喻家人對他的傷害。比喻的力量來自跟大腦既有的畫面、理解結合，只要你想到那個畫面、物品，就會想到講者的話，等同複習講者的說服。

7.四兩撥千斤的反駁之術
韓市長只要遇到對方不同意或質疑，最常用的方式就是.「沒有格局」「小鼻子小眼睛」「無聊」「意識形態」。這種不針對對方質疑內容的回應，其實是最有殺傷力的回應。因為回應的不是內容、而是對方的人格或意圖。講你見不得別人好，等於整個跳過你的質疑，而針對質疑的人控訴。

8.簡單的語句
這是目前檯面上菁英型政治人物最欠缺的。

我在伴侶諮商的訓練中，最大的收穫就是如果要用情緒來說服人，話一定要越簡單越好。

簡單的話，大腦需要處理的能量越少，越容易被接受，而且越複雜的字句，大腦會越用理性的皮質區來吸收。

我舉個例：
「各位，我們要堅守民主、發揚台灣價值，好不好」
雖然你說好了，也同意要堅守民主、發揚台灣價值了，但民主的內涵是甚麼、台灣價值具體有那些東西，我可能都不知道。聽完造勢會回去，大概也忘了自己聽了甚麼。

那我換一句
「各位，我們讓大家飯吃得飽、兩岸和平爭執少、孩子住房沒煩惱，你們說好不好」
感受上是不是差很多？！

群眾心理學一書提到：只有給群眾簡單扼要、不容妥協、絕對的形式，就能產生巨大影響，就是這樣的道理。

催眠的過程簡稱為ARE：吸引（Absorption）、確認（Ratification）、引發（Elicitation）
在韓市長的演講中，幾乎都可以看到A、R、E重複地出現，直到群眾被說服、大腦被設定。

這就是韓市長的說服之道！

如果你喜歡他，你應該要知道，自己是怎麼喜歡上的！
而如果你討厭他，更該知道你討厭的人怎麼到這個位置的！

無疑地，以群眾說服來說，韓市長是絕世高人！但必須說實話，這僅在演說、選舉。

對於執政他有很大的隱憂，日後我再從人格特質來說明！

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For readers who are believers, the Bible continues to be considered an authoritative guide. Yet, while upholding it as such, individuals and communities of faith today, as through the ages, have of necessity been selective--not just adopting, but adapting, modifying, and even rejecting some of its teachings.

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Bible is an anthology of historically conditioned texts, how do these texts apply to later situations?

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What a foundational text meant when it was written is not the only question that needs to be answered: we also have to determine what such a text means in the present. To do so requires ascertaining the ideals that underlie the text.

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As an illustration, let us consider a specific issue from the culture wars of another era, the issue of slavery. Every part of the Bible reflects the views of its writers, and for them all, from the early Israelites to the latest authors of the New Testament, slavery was divinely ordained and beyond question. Yet the biblical story and the laws embedded in it also imply an alternate, even subversive view... [The] repeated references to the Exodus from Egypt is the principle of imitation of God: if God had delivered the Israelites from slavery, then perhaps Jews and Christians should do the same for their own slaves. They should treat others as they themselves had been treated, and would wish to be treated... The essence of the scripture, then, is fair and equitable treatment of others; the actual words are not necessarily binding.

Hence, relying on the overarching authority of the Bible, rather than on the actual words of specific biblical writers for whom slavery was not only permissible but even divinely decreed, abolitionists argued that slavery should be ended because it was contrary to the essence of the biblical message. The same analysis can be applied to issues like the status of women and, I would argue, of any individual or group perceived as inferior.

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Any specific biblical text is an incomplete formulation of the ideal because it is historically conditioned, and so it should not be taken as absolute in any sense. Moreover, no single biblical text adequately expresses the ideal, and in fact some texts clearly counter to it from our perspective.
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