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Monday, May 31, 2010, 9:10 AM
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Ellen Degeneres announced that she's named her new music label ElevenEleven because she sees 11:11 everywhere! Many people are seeing elevens and many people believe it is related to their spiritual path. Perhaps with Ellen saying she sees elevens, too, more people will notice this phenomena.
There is a new novel that just came out called "Legs in the Attic" where the two main characters see 11:11. The reason for this seeing of 11:11 is related to not only spiritualism, but also to the environment. This book connects a lot of dots in our lives. Check it out at www.legsintheattic.com.
Friday, March 12, 2010, 6:16 PM
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A new spiritual novel. A new way of connecting to God. A new perspective on God.
www.legsintheattic.com
See the book trailer at this site.
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Friday, January 1, 2010, 10:12 AM
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Every year we act like New Year's Day is the only day we can "start anew." News flash, people: EVERY DAY you can start anew. Every day is really a new day--and every day of your life can be the start of a new year.
Each day you wake up alive is a chance to not only make new resolutions--but to actually put new resolutions into practice. Every day you open your eyes and get out of bed, a whole "new" day awaits for you to make it into whatever you want to make it into. You really do have that power. Your thoughts and your energies really do manifest your reality. And you really can "start over" every day if you don't like your current life.
Every day (not simply New Year's Day) you can wake and think positive thoughts instead of negative ones. You can seek out positive things, positive people, and positive activities--instead of negative and destructive ones. Each day of your life you can resolve to be kinder and happier--to help others more--to take time to be quiet and follow your inner spirit--to observe the world around you and allow God/Universe to direct you with its all-good guidance. Because the world is good, not evil. Concentrate more on the good and the so-called evil will dissipate.
During any day and every day of 2010, we could all decide to stop watching violence on TV. And news of war and terrorism and hatred. We could all decide to think about and watch humans engaged in peaceful activities. We could all decide to fill our days and our thoughts with things of honor, integrity, sharing, and goodness. We could all pick a day--any day in 2010--and make the changes that we all like to talk about on New Year's Eve and New Year's Day. It isn't the day you choose to make changes in your life and your thinking that is important. It's simply the fact that you finally do choose to have a diffferent perspective that counts.
So, Happy Every Day to everyone! Start anew. Then start anew again. Then start anew again the next day. Keep starting anew until you succeed in changing your thoughts and changing your reality. If we all do that, then we will change the world!
Thursday, December 24, 2009, 9:38 AM
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"Why can't every day be like Christmas?" is a popular Christmas song made famous by Elvis Presley. If you turn on the radio and listen to Christmas music, it will invariably be heard. Elvis wonders why we all don't feel the way we do at Christmas throughout the rest of the year. The world would be a much better place, he admonishes.
I know it's Christmas time and I should probably be blogging about the CHRISTMAS spirit, but I would much rather blog, instead, about the AIRPORT spirit. I don't mean the cancelled flights, the frustrating delays, the lost luggage or the rude clerks. I really mean the AIRPORT SPIRIT--the wonderful feelings people feel and display in public when they see their loved ones either coming down a ramp toward them or else disappearing through a gate away from them. In many ways, the AIRPORT spirit rivals the Christmas spirit for its pure exhibition of uninhibited love, and the way our human souls recognize for a brief moment what really matters in this world.
Several weeks ago I was sitting in an airport, waiting to pick up a friend, and I had the chance to observe people. A mother and her two children (perhaps 10 and 8 years old) were waiting for someone, and the anticipation was starting to almost "bubble" out of them. They were bouncing around the seats nearest the "ONLY TICKETED PASSENGERS BEYOND THIS POINT" sign, staring down the hallway to the gates, trying to discern which little speck at the end might be their loved one. "There he is," the mother finally said happily, as she tried to restrain her kids from going beyond the ominous "DO NOT ENTER" sign. Then she looked at me and said, "After 17 years of marriage, I know his walk!" Sure enough, when the specks got bigger and came into view, the family rushed to meet the father with open arms, kisses and hugs. The smiles on the Dad, the Mom, and the kids were bigger than any smiles I've ever seen on a family during Christmas, or any other time for that matter. I don't know if the father had been away for 2 days or for 2 years--it was irrelevant--because the greeting would have been the same. That's the thing about airports--the love pours out, unabashed, from people who might otherwise avoid public displays of affection, or even private displays of affection, and for folks who have been away a short time or a long time. The airport does that to people. Not seeing a person for awhile--which is what an airport is all about--has a way of making us better appreciate that person. Or maybe it's the thought that planes go down and you may never see the person again that helps squirt the emotions right out of you when you do see them again. I'm not sure exactly what causes the AIRPORT spirit, but it is definitely there.
And it is the real McCoy. These folks aren't acting. You see it in their eyes, their smiles, the warm touches on the sleeves--and in their tears, if the traveler happens to be "going" and not "coming." I watched the same scene play out over and over again. Two elderly sisters (they had to be sisters they looked so much alike), their two gray heads almost fusing into one as they hugged "hello." Fathers and daughters. Girlfriends and boyfriends. Brothers and sisters. Friends and friends. All hugging. All kissing. All glowing. All happy beyond belief to see their loved one coming down the ramp from the gates. Staring and straining for that first glimpse. The positive energy was so thick that it could have called down the angels.
Then there was the mother and the adult daughter. At least, that was my guess. The daughter was leaving and the mother had walked her right up to the very point where no unticketed persons could enter. They talked, they teared up, they hugged, then the daughter picked up her hand luggage and turned. . . then they talked some more, hugged again, teared up again, and then the daughter took two steps. . . then they talked some more, hugged some more. . . well, you get the picture. The two found it so hard to part. The emotions were raw and were public. A lot of "I love you's" were said. In fact, the number of "I love you's" said in an airport, I'll bet, are far greater than the number of "I love you's" said on Christmas morning around the tree.
Yes, Elvis asks why every day can't be like Christmas. My hope for the world, however, is much greater than that. Why can't every day be like the airport? Because if every day were like the airport, what a wonderful world this would be!
Monday, December 14, 2009, 10:41 AM
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I believe in the concept that our thoughts do indeed create our reality. Because of that, I also believe that whatever "noise" we attract in our lives, it is "noise" that we have caused. "Noise," as I use it here, means any unwanted disturbance that is upsetting the applecart of our lives.
This concept was recently brought home to me in an interesting, and funny, way. I was in the garage and I was looking through 3 plastic storage boxes where I keep my tools, nuts, bolts and assorted fix-it items. I had not shut the lid on one box completely, and I put another box on top of it. While I was looking through the third box, I leaned on the other two boxes to keep my balance. Then I began hearing a "hiss." A strange and curious "hiss."
I immediately looked over at the hot water tank, fearful that I might have a gas leak or something. Then I looked at the two cars. Was something leaking from them? I picked up my arms and began moving in their direction. The "hiss" stopped. That's odd, I thought. I stood and listened for a moment--nothing. So I returned to my previous position and my previous task of hunting through Storage Box #3. No sooner had I done that, when I heard "hiss." There it was again. Hiss. Hiss. I jumped back up and started looking around the garage, determined to find the source of this annoying noise. Perhaps it was a ghost? A dead relative trying to tell me something? But, when I moved, the noise stopped. It was silent.
What was it that George Bush once said, "Fool me once, shame on you, fool me twice....uh, huh, uh"? LOL Well, the lightbulb went on in my head and I returned to my storage boxes. I watched and listened as I leaned my weight on the the two boxes piled atop each other. When I did, there it was: hiss. I immediately took Box #2 off of Box #1 and removed the lid that I hadn't put back on correctly. There it was: a can of WD-40, without its cap on, its valve sticking out of the box just enough so that when the crooked lid went down and hit it, from the pressure of my weight on it, it discharged its oil with a hiss. No ghost. No gas leak. Just an open can of WD-40 with me leaning on it! Despite the greasy mess that had to be wiped off the lid, it made me laugh. I was the source of the strange "hiss."
Just a couple days later, I was re-hanging a bulletin board that had fallen off the laundry room wall. This bulletin board is where we hang our car keys, as well as notes, doctor appointment cards, and important telephone numbers. I took some items off the board and placed them on top of the clothes dryer, then turned the bulletin board over so I could work on the back, replacing the hanging hooks. As I did so, I began hearing a "beep." It sounded like the beep that comes from a smoke alarm battery that needs replaced. I stopped my task, stepped into the family room and listened. Which room was it coming from? But, there was no more beeping. Thinking it was my imagination, I returned to working on the bulletin board. Beep. Beep. There it was again! This time it sounded like it was coming from the garage.
I swung the door to the garage open and listened. It was quiet and dark. I turned on the light and looked around. Nothing. That's odd, I thought. I returned back to my bulletin board task. (Now, don't get ahead of me here, people! LOL) Yes, when I returned to my task, I was reminded of my previous encounter with the errant WD-40 can. Was it something I was doing to cause this disturbance? I lifted the bulletin board up, and under it I saw my car keys with the remote to lock and unlock the car doors. I began laughing. I picked them up and hit the lock button. Beep. Beep. I swung open the door to the garage and could still see the parking lights going out. Once again, I had been the source of this "noise" in my life.
Gets you to thinking. Before blaming someone else--or ghosts, or dead relatives, or live relatives, or even God--for the disturbances, upsets, and "noises" in your life, look instead to YOURSELF. Perhaps YOU are the real cause of the "noise." Maybe there is an easy fix for that "noise," as well, if you just recognize the cause. Cause and effect. That is what creating your own reality is all about. Change your thoughts and your actions to clear the "noise" out of your life. Stop the "hissing" and "beeping" that you cause yourself daily. You have more power over things in your life than you realize.
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