<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11412518</id><updated>2009-02-21T08:29:05.579-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dreaming &amp; Alchemy</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennifersickels.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11412518/posts/default'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennifersickels.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11412518/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13918753276100661569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>116</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11412518.post-115825902841453629</id><published>2006-09-14T11:29:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-14T11:37:08.436-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The UnWizard's Handbook</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Friday, July 21, 2006&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;(Excerpt from the book What The Bleep Do We Know, pgs. 119-130)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Luke Skywalker, upon seeing Yoda lift his X-Wing fighter out of the swamp using only his mind: I don't believe it! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Yoda: And that is why you fail.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;How to Turn a Magician into a Toad &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;1. Convince people that they are NOT magicians.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Since everyone is a magician, if you convince them they are not, then that's what they'll be.  In that case, read no further.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;Antidote: Remember your greatness: You are already a Magician.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;2. Teach the glories of becoming a victim.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Once magicians accept being a victim, they have relinquished their claim to creating reality. For victims, reality happens to them: It is unfair and never their fault. So they never have to look within where they will see their own creation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;Antidote: Accept responsibility for your life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;3. Confound and crosswire Belief Systems.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Belief is the engine of creation. Any glitch in the belief of a magical act will derail it. "Authorities" are very useful in this undertaking.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;Antidote: Don't give power away to authorities and trust your own experience. Remember: Belief is the engine of creation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;4. Make New Knowledge scary and inaccessible.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;New knowledge is the key that unlocks old belief systems and opens the door to greater and greater realities. Furthermore, knowledge strengthens one's belief in the true workings of the universe, thus empowering the Magician. Therefore, employ the most drastic of countermeasures: fear.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;Antidote: "Seek and ye shall find, knock and it shall be opened unto you."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;5. Make Magicians creepy and being a Magician dangerous.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Enlightened beings are magnetically radiant, and they seek to enlighten everyone. Removing them one way or another eliminates the problem and makes others weary of following in their footsteps.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;Antidote: Find those that you can learn wisdom from and study.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;6. Get them to Lie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;A lie is a disconnect with reality. It fragments the liars, thus making them a house divided. It also fractures the integrity of their belief systems, thereby rendering any magic they do petty. Therefore, make lying acceptable.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;Antidote: On the verge of a lie, ask yourself: What's the worst that can happen if I tell the truth, and is that worth sacrificing my magical heritage?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;7. And never look inside.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Although the last rule, it is the keystone to all the above. If people never look inside, they will never discover the truth about who and what they really are. Therefore, convince them that true happiness is out there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;Antidote: Don't listen - Look within.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Currently reading : &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onmouseover="window.status='What the Bleep Do We Know!?Â™: Discovering the Endless Possibilities for Altering Your Everyday Reality';return true;" onmouseout="window.status='';return true;" href="http://www.amazon.com/exec/obidos/ASIN/075730334X/myspace08-20?dev-t=D2WQY839001DMT%26camp=2025%26link_code=xm2" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;What the Bleep Do We Know!?Â™: Discovering the Endless Possibilities for Altering Your Everyday Reality&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt; By William Arntz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11412518-115825902841453629?l=jennifersickels.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennifersickels.blogspot.com/feeds/115825902841453629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11412518&amp;postID=115825902841453629' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11412518/posts/default/115825902841453629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11412518/posts/default/115825902841453629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennifersickels.blogspot.com/2006/09/unwizards-handbook_14.html' title='The UnWizard&apos;s Handbook'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13918753276100661569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14290854023446003752'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11412518.post-115825885190483855</id><published>2006-09-14T11:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-14T11:34:11.926-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The UnWizard's Handbook</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Friday, July 21, 2006&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;(Excerpt from the book What The Bleep Do We Know, pgs. 119-130)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Luke Skywalker, upon seeing Yoda lift his X-Wing fighter out of the swamp using only his mind: I don't believe it! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Yoda: And that is why you fail.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;How to Turn a Magician into a Toad &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;1. Convince people that they are NOT magicians.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Since everyone is a magician, if you convince them they are not, then that's what they'll be.  In that case, read no further.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;Antidote: Remember your greatness: You are already a Magician.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;2. Teach the glories of becoming a victim.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Once magicians accept being a victim, they have relinquished their claim to creating reality. For victims, reality happens to them: It is unfair and never their fault. So they never have to look within where they will see their own creation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;Antidote: Accept responsibility for your life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;3. Confound and crosswire Belief Systems.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Belief is the engine of creation. Any glitch in the belief of a magical act will derail it. "Authorities" are very useful in this undertaking.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;Antidote: Don't give power away to authorities and trust your own experience. Remember: Belief is the engine of creation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;4. Make New Knowledge scary and inaccessible.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;New knowledge is the key that unlocks old belief systems and opens the door to greater and greater realities. Furthermore, knowledge strengthens one's belief in the true workings of the universe, thus empowering the Magician. Therefore, employ the most drastic of countermeasures: fear.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;Antidote: "Seek and ye shall find, knock and it shall be opened unto you."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;5. Make Magicians creepy and being a Magician dangerous.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Enlightened beings are magnetically radiant, and they seek to enlighten everyone. Removing them one way or another eliminates the problem and makes others weary of following in their footsteps.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;Antidote: Find those that you can learn wisdom from and study.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;6. Get them to Lie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;A lie is a disconnect with reality. It fragments the liars, thus making them a house divided. It also fractures the integrity of their belief systems, thereby rendering any magic they do petty. Therefore, make lying acceptable.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;Antidote: On the verge of a lie, ask yourself: What's the worst that can happen if I tell the truth, and is that worth sacrificing my magical heritage?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;7. And never look inside.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Although the last rule, it is the keystone to all the above. If people never look inside, they will never discover the truth about who and what they really are. Therefore, convince them that true happiness is out there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;Antidote: Don't listen - Look within.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Currently reading : &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onmouseover="window.status='What the Bleep Do We Know!?Â™: Discovering the Endless Possibilities for Altering Your Everyday Reality';return true;" onmouseout="window.status='';return true;" href="http://www.amazon.com/exec/obidos/ASIN/075730334X/myspace08-20?dev-t=D2WQY839001DMT%26camp=2025%26link_code=xm2" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;What the Bleep Do We Know!?Â™: Discovering the Endless Possibilities for Altering Your Everyday Reality&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt; By William Arntz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11412518-115825885190483855?l=jennifersickels.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennifersickels.blogspot.com/feeds/115825885190483855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11412518&amp;postID=115825885190483855' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11412518/posts/default/115825885190483855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11412518/posts/default/115825885190483855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennifersickels.blogspot.com/2006/09/unwizards-handbook.html' title='The UnWizard&apos;s Handbook'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13918753276100661569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14290854023446003752'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11412518.post-115825852363802564</id><published>2006-09-14T11:28:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-14T11:36:46.420-07:00</updated><title type='text'>You...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Wednesday, July 12, 2006&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, YOU!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can still feel you after all this time. Sometimes I take a trip through you. Through your eyes. Your heart beat. Through your blood stream. Out your breath. In and out of every molecule of your being. I can touch you as you do me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somedays, I can feel you looking out my eyes. I feel you sitting inside. I can smell you. Hear your voice. Feel your touch reassuring me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I see you. The real you. The infinite you. You're so beautiful and so perfect. I see through your self-imposed burdens and limitations. I see through the personalities you've created. I know you like no other. I love you like no other. And I love you regardless of your self-loathing. Regardless of your fear. Regardless of the fall. And I forgive you for not remembering. I forgive myself for not remembering.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sit holding your hand, waiting for you to remember the story that you told me. You sat with me holding my hand as I dripped with self-loathing, fear and despair. You waited Lovingly... Loving me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's excruciating. It's tramatizing. But, it's the most beautiful story ever told. And the end is just the begining. There is nothing to fear. I Am always with you as you are always with me. There is no separation. I Am in Love with YOU eternally.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11412518-115825852363802564?l=jennifersickels.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennifersickels.blogspot.com/feeds/115825852363802564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11412518&amp;postID=115825852363802564' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11412518/posts/default/115825852363802564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11412518/posts/default/115825852363802564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennifersickels.blogspot.com/2006/09/you.html' title='You...'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13918753276100661569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14290854023446003752'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11412518.post-115825858244185904</id><published>2006-09-14T11:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-14T11:29:42.446-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Who Am I?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Tuesday, July 18, 2006&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;I'm reading the Book, What The Bleep Do We Know? I highly recommend it.  I saw the movie and of course was like, I saw the movie, I don't need to read the book. Well, clearly I missed some things in the movie.  Plus, it's so much information jammed into two hours, how can one possibly retain everything? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;So one of the first things that I some how missed in the movie or that wasn't included in the movie was the part about Ramana Maharshi, the Indian sage who told his students that the path to enlightenment was summed up in: "Who am I?"  Hellooo? I was playing that game at 6 years old. Odd. As children we're so tapped in and then time and experience pull us out.  I remember asking my friends if they ever played that game where you lost all thought of who you were.  Of course, none of them did or would admit to it. That was one of those times where I was like, Hmm...maybe I need to keep this stuff to myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;What's also interesting is that he had an experience where he thought he was going to die. Well, I remember that around the time I started playing that game with myself, I had become obsessed with the eminent death of my parents.  I cried myself to sleep every night for a week.  I knew they would die someday and I couldn't deal with that.  Well, one night I cried so hard that everything went black.  Then all of these twinkling stars began to descend upon me. They all had consciousness. They were people.  I knew they were my people. There was a lead star and he spoke to me. He said something like, "There's nothing to fear in death.  This is what death feels like."  Then all of the stars began glowing and I was filled with loving ecstacy.  It was the most beautiful feeling I've ever experienced.  Then it was over. I never obsessed about my parent's deaths again. I forgot about that experience for about 20 years. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;After that experience... I'm not sure of the time frame (it was within the same year) an ugly thing happened (I don't need to go into detail) where I thought I was going to die. I was prepared for it. I even saw where I was going to be killed and my body dumped.  But then, something completely unexpected happened... My would be killer, let me go.  I was shocked. I knew I should've died. As I ran home I kept saying over and over to myself, I can't believe he let me go. I should've died. I saw it. I can't believe he let me go.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;The point is that I accepted my fate at 7 years old. I wasn't afraid to die. But then I guess that particular fate wasn't to be mine after all. Huh... Maybe because I didn't have fear and I showed no emotion, killing me wouldn't have been any fun. He did seem disappointed. Maybe my experience with the stars saved my life. Who knows? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Sometimes I've thought that maybe I did die and I'm one of those spirits who doesn't know any better and I've created this life here.  But then I've tried to levitate and fly the heck outta here... nope.  Of course I wouldn't be fortunate enough! Nice try, I know.&lt;br /&gt;So,I continued to occassionally play the Who Am I? game until about 11 years old.  Not sure why I stopped...perhaps adolescence!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;So Who Am I? Nothing and Everything and I'm okay with that!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;----------------------------&lt;br /&gt;P.S. A flock of about 50 of the teenest birds I've ever seen just flew into the lemon tree and bushes out front... and just as quickly disappeared. I've never seen them before. So sweet!&lt;br /&gt;Currently reading : &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onmouseover="window.status='What the Bleep Do We Know!?Â™: Discovering the Endless Possibilities for Altering Your Everyday Reality';return true;" onmouseout="window.status='';return true;" href="http://www.amazon.com/exec/obidos/ASIN/075730334X/myspace08-20?dev-t=D2WQY839001DMT%26camp=2025%26link_code=xm2" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;What the Bleep Do We Know!?Â™: Discovering the Endless Possibilities for Altering Your Everyday Reality&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt; By William Arntz &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11412518-115825858244185904?l=jennifersickels.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennifersickels.blogspot.com/feeds/115825858244185904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11412518&amp;postID=115825858244185904' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11412518/posts/default/115825858244185904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11412518/posts/default/115825858244185904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennifersickels.blogspot.com/2006/09/who-am-i.html' title='Who Am I?'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13918753276100661569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14290854023446003752'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11412518.post-115825847349923820</id><published>2006-09-14T11:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-14T11:27:53.506-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dating and my parental status questions answered</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Wednesday, July 12, 2006&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Am I dating anyone? Why yes, funny you should ask. I AM dating someone.  Shes foxy,  passionate, intelligent, well read, plays and writes music, is into spiritual evolution, multidimensional travel, quantum physics and loves animals.  Everything I could ever ask for. And I get to see her everyday, whenever I look into the mirror! (Hey, I'm a Leo what'd you expect?) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do I have children? Why yes, I have a son. He's awfully cute too.  I see him periodically. Lately, I've chosen to not remember our meetings.  See, he's still on the other side. I haven't decided whether or not to bring him over and may never decide to. This isn't the best place for children you know. He says he's coming, but I don't know... I tell him he has to talk his father into it first! LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I propose a new etiquette with regard to these two areas... DON'T ASK!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First of all, my dear family and friends Don't you think I  would tell you if I'd met someone after years of solitude and celibacy? (Less than 5 minutes does NOT count!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Strangers, I understand that you are trying to make conversation, but you don't know me. You don't know anything about me or my past. What if I had lost a child? What if I wasn't biologically capable of having children? And Lord forbid, what if I just didn't want children? Sometimes I get a little irritated at the blank stares of disbelief and respond with something like, "God no! Why would I bring anything I loved into this world?" That always silences them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realize this is a part of programmed communication, but really its boring. Please, lets change the tape/CD on that one.  I am fine being single. Others may not be fine with me being single, but that's Their Damage (thanks Kurls!) I'd rather have myself and have no partner than have a partner with whom I lose myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I am not alone. I have great friends (in many different worlds) and wonderful worldy and otherworldly experiences. I truly am at peace with myself. I can support myself financially, emotionally and spiritually. Also, I am still a sexual being.  Just because I do not need another person for that doesn't mean I'm some dried up old...you get the point.  I need no one. I love relationships, don't get me wrong.  I'd rather be in love than not. Infact, I am in love, with the world. (Love you, MPAH!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think perhaps, my idea of a loving partnership is somewhat different from a lot of folks. I am not interested in some ridiculous karmic relationship. No you cannot re-enact your childhood drama with me. I'm going to live the real thing. I've already experienced it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I do meet the fellow of my dreams (I mean that quite literally) It will be because we are both ready and both want to experience True Love which knows no boundaries. (In all it's terror and glory.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PATIENCE. I've been mastering it for the last few years and I've finally got the hang of it. This earthly deal is very, very short in the scheme of things. I'm not worried.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"He who has not patience, let him keep his hands from the work..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. I do love children and if you are bringing and/or have brought children into this world, then I am truly happy for you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11412518-115825847349923820?l=jennifersickels.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennifersickels.blogspot.com/feeds/115825847349923820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11412518&amp;postID=115825847349923820' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11412518/posts/default/115825847349923820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11412518/posts/default/115825847349923820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennifersickels.blogspot.com/2006/09/dating-and-my-parental-status.html' title='Dating and my parental status questions answered'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13918753276100661569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14290854023446003752'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11412518.post-115825842347954967</id><published>2006-09-14T11:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-14T11:27:03.486-07:00</updated><title type='text'>DNA portals &amp; Seeing Dead People</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Tuesday, July 11, 2006&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I read an article about DNA wormholes and Portals. It's just like Dad always said. (I'm not kidding! He's always said that wormholes where inside us and all interdimentional travel is within.) So after reading the article, I woke up several times in the middle of the night. But I'm in a body, floating above my physical body which is still in the bed and I'm feeling a wave of different portals flowing through my entire body.  I was like, "no, don't wanna go through that one. Nope. No, not that one". It was such a bizarre experience. It was like I knew where each one lead to, but they weren't any place I wanted to go at the moment. Maybe I was looking for one in particular. Of course, they are always two beings I constantly try to revisit! One I've been successful on occasion, the other no so much,but that's about to change. &lt;br /&gt;An excerpt from the article is at the end of the blog.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;-----------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;Next I dreamt about Mew. I couldn't see her, but she was moving things to prove that she was with me in spirit. There was an electrical cord that she was holding up in front of me.  My mom and brother witnessed it too. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;The night before I dreamt that A woman (A mysterious dream psychic. About 50, dark hair pulled back, a big gal.) was talking to me and petting Mew. I said, "You mean, you can see her?" Knowing she was in spirit. The woman was like, "Of course" and continued petting her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;----------------------------&lt;br /&gt;Next I dreamt that I could see dead people. I always wondered how it looked to be able to see into the spirit world with physical eyes and if you even could. I saw it has a lay-over. Like a transparency. The spirits were in black and white and it was a bit grainier. Their world was directly over the physical world which was in color. There were three guys together and then one guy alone. The three guys left the room and then I went over to talk to the lone guy.  He was jacked up.  I was thinking, Please don't let this be like a Medium or Ghost Whisper episode (not that I watch them) where I have to tell the guy he's dead. Of course, that was exactly what I had to do. It turned out he had been shot.I told him that he was lucky that he was dead, because there was a lot he could do and he would have a lot more freedom (I think the dream may have been inspired by an accident that happened last night a street over from my apartment. There was a bloody body laying in the middle of the street. I have no idea what happened and there was nothing in the paper. But the normally busy street was closed off for hours. Not a good sign.) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;---------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;So, this brings me to the most bizarre dream of the night, believe it or not. I dreamt of  tree with a odd growth on it. It was a type of palm with a long floral thing hanging from it. It was swaying back and forth and playing with itself by batting the growths around. There was a big white one and and a smaller orange one.  I woke up thinking it was an odd experience, because it was again, one of those vivid dreams. I've also never experienced an animated tree in a dream!&lt;br /&gt;In waking life, I went to the Cove with my roommate today and we walked for over a mile and on the way back I looked up and saw the tree. It had the white flower thing, but not the orange. Still, it was the tree. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;The thing is that I have not walked down that far in years, I had no idea that we were goin to go to the Cove when I woke up this morning and I don't recall ever seeing that type of tree. It's just weird that I dream of things (and there have been others I haven't blogged about) that I'm going to see in "real" life within 24 hours. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Why something so random? Was it random? I can't imagine seeing events before they happen. Although, there is one biggy I saw (all good) that I'm very patiently waiting for...I may have to wait until the afterlife, but I do know it's coming (it's already happened) and it makes this life all worth it! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;---------------------&lt;br /&gt;"...Russian scientists found that our DNA can open up communication links to other universes. These are the channels through which we have access to telepathy, remote viewing, or a state of revelation. Thelinks are called wormholes. They are tunnels that connect to other dimensions, through which information can be transmitted outside of our concept of linear time and physical space. The DNA attracts bits of information and passes the data to our subconscious which, if we are consciously aware and are receptive to it, surfaces into our conscious. In a positive state, the information provides us with intuitive insights that enhance our consciousness. These wormholes also allow us to enter a state of genius by tapping into "other worldly" information that sparks creative outputs like a masterpiece painting, a Pulitzer prize winning literary work, or a scientific breakthrough.However, these wormholes are also capable of causing disturbance. Once opened, the information from other universes still flows. The activated wormholes need to be deactivated, or it is possible that we can be remotely controlled via our DNA. It is one thing to accept intuitive information that works to our advantage. It is quite another to lay ourselves open to anything wishing to enter."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;http://www.annebrewer.com/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11412518-115825842347954967?l=jennifersickels.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennifersickels.blogspot.com/feeds/115825842347954967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11412518&amp;postID=115825842347954967' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11412518/posts/default/115825842347954967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11412518/posts/default/115825842347954967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennifersickels.blogspot.com/2006/09/dna-portals-seeing-dead-people.html' title='DNA portals &amp; Seeing Dead People'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13918753276100661569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14290854023446003752'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11412518.post-115825836056863788</id><published>2006-09-14T11:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-14T11:26:00.580-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Self Hypnosis and Mind Control</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Monday, July 10, 2006&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so after watching Derren Brown an English hypnotist/entertainer it really opened my eyes to how the power of suggestion, be it from an outside source or myself can completely affect my perspective of reality. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;At the bottom of the blog there are links to some of Derren's videos.  Warning: a lot of the other videos are conspiracy theory oriented.  Personally, I choose to not tune into the Reptoids-are-taking-over-the-world channel.  I'd rather tune into the I AM channel and continue OBSERVING a much more pleasant, loving, evolutionary path for us all. I haven't the time for fear.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;In one of the videos, there are some gals who are each given a fork to hold. Derren suggests to them that the forks are begining to vibrate. Then he suggests that they are moving and bending.  The girls are watching and giggling in amazement at how the forks are moving. Of course the camera just shows two girls holding two forks.  Neither of the forks moving.&lt;br /&gt;That really freaked me out. The fact that the mind can SEE things through the power of suggestion. Their perception and perspective were altered by his words.  I started thinking along the lines of how my mind could be altering my perspective by the words I speak and the thoughts I hold every day. I immediately thought of these two books I read years and years ago. I stole them from my mom's psychological library. One was called &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/0911226230/104-1665236-2171922?v=glance&amp;n=283155" target="_self"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Trance-Formations&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt; and the other &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/096261842X/104-1665236-2171922?v=glance&amp;amp;n=283155" target="_self"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Trances People Live.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Basically, they both talk about how sometimes we recreate our childhood tramas over and over again in our adult life through a sort of self-induced trance state. The goal is to reprogram the mind and step out of that trance state. (Gawd, why why why does it always come back around? ARG!) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;It's not simply that we create our reality with our thoughts, we also hypnotize ourselves into reliving an event or believing that "reality" is ours forever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;I started realizing that every morning when I begin to wake up, the first thing I say to myself is, "I'm so tired!" Well, that right there...hypnotizing myself. I say it several times in fact and ya know what?  I'm damn tired. So, as a test I've started to say (AND I SAY THIS VERY WILLFULLY. Not passive at all!) I say, "I am wide awake and excited and ready to start my day. I have more than enough energy to get me through the day." So far, it's been working.  I'm willing myself to have better dream recall, too.  Instead of saying, "Oh, I don't remember my dreams this morning". I say, "I remember my dreams in every detail." And sure enough, the memories pop up. sometimes right away, sometimes later in the day.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;This "thoughts create reality thing" I know it's true on a deeper level now. But, I think everyone seems to make it seem so simple. Like, turn it over to God, the Source... Yes, turn it over, but you really need to be WILLFUL and convincing!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;It is challangeing to say the least, when trying to change the firing of your synapses! Again, that takes WILL to redirect! I don't care what anyone says. It's a workout! Think of the man in The Secret, who beyond all odds, is not only able to breath on his own again, but able to walk and talk too.  He didn't just lay in that hospital bed and say, "okay God, it's up to you." Passive... No, he WILLED it with EVERY OUNCE of his being.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;When I do my affirmations now, I don't do them half-assed, half-asleep like I used to. I really focuse and feel. I am determined. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;As I was walking downtown the other day I heard a man's voice behind me say passionately, "Don't give up! Don't even waiver!" He was talking to a woman who didn't seem to see the power in his words.  I was like, "I'll take that power...thank you!"  That's what it takes to make things happen and especially to change current programing. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;I was also reading a bulletin that was talking about the possibility that DNA can be influenced and reprogrammed by words and frequencies. (I've always thought music could! Which, is both frequency and language.) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Another thought on all of this is the idea that the one thing that we use to determine our reality (our mind/consciousness) is intangible. With all of the things I've experience within myself and without, it's a labrynth! Everyone has a different answer to what I have or have not experienced. The end result is that I can either learn to trust and love myself and the plan I have created and KNOW beyond a doubt that I have lovinly chosen the best path for me. I know what I've experienced. I know I'm fortunate to have had the experiences even if they were all in my mind, then again, isn't every thing? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;You know, I want to run off and see the world, but I know that I will eventually have to return to the very place I left. The only thing that can bring me peace, right now, right here, at my current job, in my current home is self-love. And one of the things I need to do to become more self-loving is to change-up some unproductive, hypnotic patterns and perspectives. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;-----------------------&lt;br /&gt;P.S. HA! I failed the test on the Channel 4's website, because I knew what he wanted me to pick and chose another, same with the cards, I noticed his hand signals! Yeah, hopefully I wouldn't be one of the people raising my hand out of nowhere in middle of the mall! Guess, the tramatic childhood experiences are good for somethings! LOL! Also, I never watched T.V. during my formative years. And, I sure as hell don't watch it now that Invasion's been cancelled! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;-------------------&lt;br /&gt;Derren's videos...scroll down to the player and then click on Mind Control and Mind Deprogramming from the menu.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;His videos are the first two.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mind-deprogramming.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;http://www.mind-deprogramming.com/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Other clips...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.channel4.com/entertainment/tv/microsites/M/mindcontrol/video/index.html"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;http://www.channel4.com/entertainment/tv/microsites/M/mindcontrol/video/index.html&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11412518-115825836056863788?l=jennifersickels.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennifersickels.blogspot.com/feeds/115825836056863788/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11412518&amp;postID=115825836056863788' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11412518/posts/default/115825836056863788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11412518/posts/default/115825836056863788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennifersickels.blogspot.com/2006/09/self-hypnosis-and-mind-control.html' title='Self Hypnosis and Mind Control'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13918753276100661569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14290854023446003752'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11412518.post-115825825966261377</id><published>2006-09-14T11:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-14T11:24:19.676-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Unicorn of the Sea!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1701/925/1600/narwhal1a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1701/925/320/narwhal1a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Friday, July 07, 2006&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;I dreamt I was standing by a flowing river with two others, one male one female. We were watching these sea creatures swim by. The were migrating. The water was clear, so we could see them perfectly. I can't recall all of the different types of creatures, but one creature was a combination between an elephant and a manatee. They were huge with an elephant head, trunk, big ears and a manatee body! They were so cute!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Then the fellow was standing too close to the edge, but just as we were telling him to step back, a horn came shooting up outta the water. We screamed in excitement, "A narwhal!". &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Then there was something about the narwhal having a cat, but that's all I recall for now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Oh, the creatures in the stream of my subconscious...gotta love 'em.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11412518-115825825966261377?l=jennifersickels.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennifersickels.blogspot.com/feeds/115825825966261377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11412518&amp;postID=115825825966261377' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11412518/posts/default/115825825966261377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11412518/posts/default/115825825966261377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennifersickels.blogspot.com/2006/09/unicorn-of-sea.html' title='The Unicorn of the Sea!'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13918753276100661569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14290854023446003752'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11412518.post-115825804759338464</id><published>2006-09-14T11:19:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-14T11:20:47.600-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Moore dream recall &amp; The 12 Conditions for a Miracle</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Tuesday, July 04, 2006&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Goodness, I remembered more dreams as the day went on. First I have to mention how I woke up in the middle of the night two nights ago, not feeling so well.  I had all of this sacred geometry art in my head.  It was too much.  Then I saw an image of a eerie white mask of a human face laying on a red background. Long story short...Later that day, I was cruising around of myspace and found an interesting video on human consciousness/quantum physics and that image was in the video. Except, that the mask had eyes and there was a little bit of blue and green in the background. But red was the most prevelent color. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Even if that is a common image.  It's interesting that I would have a vision of it hours before I would actually see it in the physical. Also, the movie was by a company I had never heard of. Very indy, to say the least.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;====================&lt;br /&gt;So I remembered a dream in which I was being shown how to raise my physical energy.  Something that I've been lacking lately! I was shown exercises, only one of which I remember. I was told to stand with my legs apart and to windmill my arms across the front of me, both forward and back. I had been doing something like that in "real" life, but I was swinging my arms straight ahead and straight back. I've tried it and it definitely gets the heart pumping more.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;I was also shown a man who had something wrong with his foot.  It was broken or something. Anyway, "they" (I have no idea) were healing him.  2 days later, he was completely healed.  They told me that if he would've believed 100hat he would've been healed instantaneously. And that all healing is instantaneous.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;I also saw a fellow who kept morphing infront of me.  I told him I didn't like his blue eyes and to make them brown and he abliged.  Then he was too young, then too old. I was in a room and I was sticking my hand out trying to reach him as he was morphin... I'm such a freak...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;=====================&lt;br /&gt;So I've been reading The Twelve Conditions of a Miracle.  I really like it. In fact, it has inspired me like you would'nt believe!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;I have been meaning to clean my closet, which has become a storage unit (I know, I know so symbolic) for over a year. After reading about blockage and stagnation and how important it is to keep the energy flowing in my life, I had a mini break down.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;I had to admit how blocked I am in SEVERAL areas of my life, one being creativity.  That one kills the most, because it's not up to anyone except myself and my relationship with The Source! Ouch!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;So I accepted that I have several dams that need to be torn down. Thank goodness, some part of me took over and busted out 8 hours on the 3rd of cleaning and tossing out stuff.  I donated 4 garbage bags of clothes and sewing material. I also got rid of an overflowing banker's box of books.  I had been saving them for friends...well, now there are out in the universe just waiting for the right person to come along.  I realized I didn't have faith in the books getting to the right people.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;I still have so much stuff to get rid off, but mostly stuff I'm not ready to get rid of yet.  AT least everything is contained. I spent $75 on storage bins at Target.  I got $25 for some of the books, though!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Anyway, so the book is interesting.  I had never realized the part about "going to the desert" to ask and visualize. I think I'm getting the meditation thing now. It's not just about clearing the mind, it's about clearing my personality too! It's the whole "Who am I?" thing.  All along I had it, but didn't know what it was for! Goodness...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;I also had to admit that I'm not as balanced femine/masculine as I thought. I really thought I was balanced with regard to previous lifestyles etc... But I need to tap into the guy more to be less reactionary and emotional (not that guys can't be emotional). I think it was my inner guy helping me clean up and throw shit out. I wasn't doing it out of fear.  I was doing it because I really had the desire to treat myself well.  It's the kindest thing I've done for myself in a while.&lt;br /&gt;Another important lesson was that I should never expect anything back from anyone I give to or reach out to, but that The Source WILL provide for me in return. That's a big thing for me. "But I reached out to them. But I did this, that and the other thing, and no response..." Glad I can cross that one off my wonderment list.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;The one thing I'm uncertain of is that in this book, the author says to NOT be specific when asking for things. Every other book or movie I've seen says to be as specific as possible, but to be open to outcome. So, I'll have to meditate on that one and see what answer arrives. Maybe I'll dream the answer. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;All right that's all for now.  Remember, "When things are good, say good things.  When things are bad, say twice as many good things."   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Currently reading : &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onmouseover="window.status='The Twelve Conditions of a Miracle';return true;" onmouseout="window.status='';return true;" href="http://www.amazon.com/exec/obidos/ASIN/1585423521/myspace08-20?dev-t=D2WQY839001DMT%26camp=2025%26link_code=xm2" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;The Twelve Conditions of a Miracle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt; By R. Todd Michael Release date: By 09 September, 2004 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11412518-115825804759338464?l=jennifersickels.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennifersickels.blogspot.com/feeds/115825804759338464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11412518&amp;postID=115825804759338464' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11412518/posts/default/115825804759338464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11412518/posts/default/115825804759338464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennifersickels.blogspot.com/2006/09/moore-dream-recall-12-conditions-for_14.html' title='Moore dream recall &amp; The 12 Conditions for a Miracle'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13918753276100661569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14290854023446003752'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11412518.post-115825803853205006</id><published>2006-09-14T11:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-14T11:20:38.540-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Moore dream recall &amp; The 12 Conditions for a Miracle</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Tuesday, July 04, 2006&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Goodness, I remembered more dreams as the day went on. First I have to mention how I woke up in the middle of the night two nights ago, not feeling so well.  I had all of this sacred geometry art in my head.  It was too much.  Then I saw an image of a eerie white mask of a human face laying on a red background. Long story short...Later that day, I was cruising around of myspace and found an interesting video on human consciousness/quantum physics and that image was in the video. Except, that the mask had eyes and there was a little bit of blue and green in the background. But red was the most prevelent color. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Even if that is a common image.  It's interesting that I would have a vision of it hours before I would actually see it in the physical. Also, the movie was by a company I had never heard of. Very indy, to say the least.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;====================&lt;br /&gt;So I remembered a dream in which I was being shown how to raise my physical energy.  Something that I've been lacking lately! I was shown exercises, only one of which I remember. I was told to stand with my legs apart and to windmill my arms across the front of me, both forward and back. I had been doing something like that in "real" life, but I was swinging my arms straight ahead and straight back. I've tried it and it definitely gets the heart pumping more.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;I was also shown a man who had something wrong with his foot.  It was broken or something. Anyway, "they" (I have no idea) were healing him.  2 days later, he was completely healed.  They told me that if he would've believed 100hat he would've been healed instantaneously. And that all healing is instantaneous.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;I also saw a fellow who kept morphing infront of me.  I told him I didn't like his blue eyes and to make them brown and he abliged.  Then he was too young, then too old. I was in a room and I was sticking my hand out trying to reach him as he was morphin... I'm such a freak...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;=====================&lt;br /&gt;So I've been reading The Twelve Conditions of a Miracle.  I really like it. In fact, it has inspired me like you would'nt believe!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;I have been meaning to clean my closet, which has become a storage unit (I know, I know so symbolic) for over a year. After reading about blockage and stagnation and how important it is to keep the energy flowing in my life, I had a mini break down.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;I had to admit how blocked I am in SEVERAL areas of my life, one being creativity.  That one kills the most, because it's not up to anyone except myself and my relationship with The Source! Ouch!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;So I accepted that I have several dams that need to be torn down. Thank goodness, some part of me took over and busted out 8 hours on the 3rd of cleaning and tossing out stuff.  I donated 4 garbage bags of clothes and sewing material. I also got rid of an overflowing banker's box of books.  I had been saving them for friends...well, now there are out in the universe just waiting for the right person to come along.  I realized I didn't have faith in the books getting to the right people.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;I still have so much stuff to get rid off, but mostly stuff I'm not ready to get rid of yet.  AT least everything is contained. I spent $75 on storage bins at Target.  I got $25 for some of the books, though!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Anyway, so the book is interesting.  I had never realized the part about "going to the desert" to ask and visualize. I think I'm getting the meditation thing now. It's not just about clearing the mind, it's about clearing my personality too! It's the whole "Who am I?" thing.  All along I had it, but didn't know what it was for! Goodness...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;I also had to admit that I'm not as balanced femine/masculine as I thought. I really thought I was balanced with regard to previous lifestyles etc... But I need to tap into the guy more to be less reactionary and emotional (not that guys can't be emotional). I think it was my inner guy helping me clean up and throw shit out. I wasn't doing it out of fear.  I was doing it because I really had the desire to treat myself well.  It's the kindest thing I've done for myself in a while.&lt;br /&gt;Another important lesson was that I should never expect anything back from anyone I give to or reach out to, but that The Source WILL provide for me in return. That's a big thing for me. "But I reached out to them. But I did this, that and the other thing, and no response..." Glad I can cross that one off my wonderment list.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;The one thing I'm uncertain of is that in this book, the author says to NOT be specific when asking for things. Every other book or movie I've seen says to be as specific as possible, but to be open to outcome. So, I'll have to meditate on that one and see what answer arrives. Maybe I'll dream the answer. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;All right that's all for now.  Remember, "When things are good, say good things.  When things are bad, say twice as many good things."   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Currently reading : &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onmouseover="window.status='The Twelve Conditions of a Miracle';return true;" onmouseout="window.status='';return true;" href="http://www.amazon.com/exec/obidos/ASIN/1585423521/myspace08-20?dev-t=D2WQY839001DMT%26camp=2025%26link_code=xm2" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;The Twelve Conditions of a Miracle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt; By R. Todd Michael Release date: By 09 September, 2004 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11412518-115825803853205006?l=jennifersickels.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennifersickels.blogspot.com/feeds/115825803853205006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11412518&amp;postID=115825803853205006' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11412518/posts/default/115825803853205006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11412518/posts/default/115825803853205006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennifersickels.blogspot.com/2006/09/moore-dream-recall-12-conditions-for.html' title='Moore dream recall &amp; The 12 Conditions for a Miracle'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13918753276100661569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14290854023446003752'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11412518.post-115825793778004295</id><published>2006-09-14T11:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-14T11:18:57.786-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Okaaay, There's a Whirling Rainbow Prophecy...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Wednesday, July 05, 2006 (oops posted in the wrong order)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Who knew? I sure as hell didn't. It's also sometimes called the Rainbow Warrior Prophecy.  I was researching the symbolism of the indian with the swirling rainbow lights around him...&lt;br /&gt;Well, before I even started that search, I was reading a recall of a close encounter with a ufo where the ship had swirling rainbow lights around it.  I thought that was odd.  So it prompted me to Google, Indian and swirling rainbow. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Here's an excerpt...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;"The Whirling Rainbow is the promise of peace among all Nations and all people. The Rainbow Race stresses equality and opposes the idea of a superior race that would control or conquer other races. The Rainbow Race brings peace through the understanding that all races are one. The unity of all colors, all creeds working together for the good of the whole, is the idea that is embodied in the Whirling Rainbow. When all pathways to wholeness are respected by all cultures, the prophecy of the Whirling Rainbow will be completed. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;When I lived in Mexico and worked with the Grandmothers, the Dreamtime Buffalo Society, or Sisterhood, had many prophecies derived from Seers and Dreamers that had come down through the ages.  The prophecy of the Whirling Rainbow was very specific.  When the Time of the White Buffalo approaches, the third generation of the White Eyes' children will grow their hair and speak of love as the healer of the Children of the Earth. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;These children will seek new ways of understanding themselves and others. They will wear feathers and beads and paint their faces. They will seek the Elders of the Red Race and drink of their wisdom. These white-eyed children will be a sign that the Ancestors are returning in white bodies, but they are Red on the inside. They will learn to walk the Earth Mother in balance again and  reform the idea of the white chiefs. These children will be tested as they were when they were Red ancestors by unnatural substances like firewater to see if they can remain on the Sacred Path. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;The generation of Flower Children have moved through this part of the prophecy and some have remained on the Sacred Path. Others were lost for a while and are now returning to the natural way of being. Some were disillusioned and have forgotten the high ideals that gave them life when their hearts were young, but others still are waking up and quickening into remembering.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Grandmother Cisi would look at me with her obsidian eyes piercing my soul when she spoke of the Whirling Rainbow Prophecy, and I would feel my heart skip a beat and then fill with promise and love. She would tell me about the return of the Buffalo to Turtle Island and how the herds would once again be numerous. After the time when the Buffalo returned, the generation following the Flower Children would see the dawning of the Fifth World of Peace."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.manataka.org/page495.html" target="_self"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Whirling Rainbow Prophesy Source&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;---------------------&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly I'm remembering an astral experience when a white owl flew down to me and turned into the head of a gypsy woman with a turbon on.  She told me somethings that seemed irrelevent and so I asked her about my husband.  She said, "Why do you want to know about him?" Then discusted she said, "The thing is that red and white have never gotten along.  You cannot do things just because he does them.  If he smokes, you do not need to smoke, If he drinks, you do not need to drink..." That's all I remember. The "red and white have never gotten along" is  what stuck with me. Which one of us is red? Don't think I've met him yet...we'll see.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;------------------------&lt;br /&gt;so I've been trolling around the internet and discovering that things I've experienced and have been experiencing are almost achetypal in nature. I find it both disturbing and relieving all at once. It gives my experiences validation, yet, am I prepared for that?  Do I really want it all to be "real"?  Of course I do.  I've definitely reached the point of no return. And no matter how much I've tried to talk myself out of things, my gut won't let certain things go. I feel as if I'd be breaking my promise to never forget and to never give up...whatever that means... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;===============-----&lt;br /&gt;I did have a prophetic dream this morning.  I dreamt that a client cancelled her appointment for today and that I was really pissed off at her. I awoke wondering why I dreamt of her and why I cared that she cancelled. Well, guess what? She called and cancelled, but I wasn't the least bit upset. I knew for a fact that she would cancel.  There wasn't a doubt in my mind.&lt;br /&gt;Pointless... babystuff. Why not something more exciting? Except, no Kurls getting swept up in a tornado...(At least I saw it set you down safetly P ;) And you were! Phew!) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11412518-115825793778004295?l=jennifersickels.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennifersickels.blogspot.com/feeds/115825793778004295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11412518&amp;postID=115825793778004295' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11412518/posts/default/115825793778004295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11412518/posts/default/115825793778004295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennifersickels.blogspot.com/2006/09/okaaay-theres-whirling-rainbow.html' title='Okaaay, There&apos;s a Whirling Rainbow Prophecy...'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13918753276100661569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14290854023446003752'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11412518.post-115825780119858563</id><published>2006-09-14T11:15:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-14T11:16:41.200-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Independence Day! The Indians Are Back!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Tuesday, July 04, 2006&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;(*&amp;&amp;amp;^S&amp;*(* Mercury Retrograde!  Hate it! I just finished my blog and my computer crashed before I could post it! It's bad enought that I'm a Gemini rising, it's retrograde in Leo!  BASTARD!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Okay, Let me get back to the blog...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;This morning as I was waking, I saw an image of a Native American Indian. He was gorgeous, well over 6' tall, muscular with long black hair.  All he was wearing was a loin cloth and some beads.  I can't remember if he had moccasins on. Anyway, he didn't have any feathers or paint and he was standing with his right leg bent and raised.  A stream of multicolored lights (a rainbow) swirled about him. He was in a trance and his eyes had a glow to them. The lights were so bright and beautiful.  I wasn't at all afraid of the Indian's intensity, just facinated. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;After waking and walking around for a few minutes, I realized how ironic it is that I would see a True Native American on America's Independece day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;I go through periods where I'll dream about Native American Indians.  I take it to be a good thing.  They're always giving me advice, in a humorous sort of way.  Sometimes they just show me things, like how a rain dance works. I'm excited. I hope this means, there baaaack.&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to have to research and see if I can decipher the image. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11412518-115825780119858563?l=jennifersickels.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennifersickels.blogspot.com/feeds/115825780119858563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11412518&amp;postID=115825780119858563' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11412518/posts/default/115825780119858563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11412518/posts/default/115825780119858563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennifersickels.blogspot.com/2006/09/happy-independence-day-indians-are.html' title='Happy Independence Day! The Indians Are Back!'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13918753276100661569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14290854023446003752'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11412518.post-115825773417532601</id><published>2006-09-14T11:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-14T11:15:34.176-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mothra</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Saturday, July 01, 2006&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's amazing how a sudden movement or observation will trigger a memory of a dream.&lt;br /&gt;I saw something fly by out of the corner of my eye (I think it was a damselfly), and I suddenly remembered that I dreamt of a huge moth.  It was a pretty one with a 6-7" wingspan.  This fellow and I were trying to get it to fly out the window, but it kept smashing into it. Finally, I cupped it ever so gently in my hands, lifted it to the window and it flew off.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Dream symbol: mothmoth, mothsInterpretation:Emerging from a period of darkness or depression and moving towards light or enlightenmentTransformationSomething that is decayed, worn or outdated, moth-eaten&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11412518-115825773417532601?l=jennifersickels.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennifersickels.blogspot.com/feeds/115825773417532601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11412518&amp;postID=115825773417532601' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11412518/posts/default/115825773417532601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11412518/posts/default/115825773417532601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennifersickels.blogspot.com/2006/09/mothra.html' title='Mothra'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13918753276100661569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14290854023446003752'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11412518.post-115825768059194134</id><published>2006-09-14T11:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-14T11:14:40.596-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dreams of Violation and High Healin'</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Saturday, July 01, 2006&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;AHH!  The last few days, I'm had a couple of disturbing dreams.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;In the first one, I was walking to a parking lot to get my car when I noticed someone inside my vehicle! I was slightly disturbed to say the least. Supposedly he had a warrant to search my car.  So I went to the Lieutenant or Captain...don't remember the title, a female, and asked to see the proper paper work.  She just smirked and said she didn't need it under these circumstances.  I was furious. I knew I wouldn't get through to her.  I woke up wondering who the hell was going through my vehicle and also knowing that I have nothing to hide. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;This morning I dreamt that I was going to go to a movie, I can't remember which one, but that I was also doing laundry with a friend. It was a soldout show, but we had bought our tickets online so we were thrilled to be getting in. We had other friends wait in line while we went off to start the laundry. Of course, something happened with the laundry and we ended up missing the movie.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Other things happened where I had to leave my friends to finish the laundry while I ended up walking around some strange village getting dirty.  I fell into a huge puddle of mud and slime. Anyway,by the time I made it home,my friends were just showing up. It turns out that they left my laundry at the laundry mat! They brought there's back.  I was so mad, because I had been running around doing things for all of us.  Not only was I filthy and my laundry left behind (hmm...maybe not a bad thing after all) but my car was too (The symbolism is becoming clearer).  I yelled at one friend and told her that she had to drive me back and get my laundry and my car with me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Next I was taking a bath, fully clothed (I have no idea!). It was like half the size of a bath tub long ways, if you can imagine that. And people kept coming in a sitting too close or trying to get into the tub with me.  I was like, "Step off!" Then I realized that I was fully clothed and filthy and I wanted to take my clothes off to wash up, but this fellow wouldn't leave. (dream dude, no one in "real life") &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;I don't remember anything but rage after that. Of course, as I'm typing this, the symbolism is becoming clearer. LOL!  Maybe it wasn't as "bad" a dream as I thought.&lt;br /&gt;The main thing with both of these dreams was rage and furry for somebody else not respecting my vehicle, my space or my belongings. At least the emotions haven't stayed with me. Phew. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;==================&lt;br /&gt;In between the above mentioned dreams. I dreamt that I was climbing something.  I was about to give up because I was having to use all of my upper body strength to pull myself up. I got to a part where I had to literally lean back to climb up and I was like, "I can't do this".  Then my dad who was with me (I take it to be symbolic of the masculine aspect of The Source) pulled out a map and showed me where I was.  The map was a picture of a high heeled shoe! I was just one or two pull-ups from the top and then it would be all down hill. With that knowledge, I easily pulled myself up to the top.  If he hadn't showed me how close I was to the top, I would've quit.&lt;br /&gt;So he told me to go on without him and my sister Nyonna, who was now with us and ready to give up herself.  I tried to tell her how close she was but she wouldn't listen. I wanted to stay and leisurely finish the course (it was an obstacle course...no surprise there!). But he insisted that I was making good time and should run ahead. I said, "But, you've got the map".&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I ended up leaving and getting lost several times and turned out that I didn't make that good of time after all!  I was irritated that I listen to him and that I tried to compete with the other participants.  I just wanted to enjoy myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;So all this other stuff happened and at the end,I was watching (out-of-body) this boy who was talking to a bicycle builder (whatever they're called) and the builder was asking him what type of bike and what features he'd want if he could have his dream bike.  The boy described everything in great detail. (reminds me of The Secret, kind of...the boy and the bike.)&lt;br /&gt;Next, I saw the boy at home opening a package.  It was not only a custom made bike, but a cycling outfit as well!  The boy was thrilled, because the builder never said the bike was for him.  He had pretended to be asking him questions just for his bike business in general.&lt;br /&gt;So the boy was thrilled with this one-of-a-kind custom made bicycle. Then he put on the outfit and let out scream of excitement and yelled as he was rolling around on the floor, "And it's got heels!  It's got heels!". The end.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Hard to ignore heels. Perhaps it's Heals!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;I wonder if others bare "witness" in there dreams as much as I do. Oh, and the boy of course was cute with brow hair, brown eyes. Perhaps my animas as a boy?&lt;br /&gt;Keeps me entertained. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11412518-115825768059194134?l=jennifersickels.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennifersickels.blogspot.com/feeds/115825768059194134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11412518&amp;postID=115825768059194134' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11412518/posts/default/115825768059194134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11412518/posts/default/115825768059194134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennifersickels.blogspot.com/2006/09/dreams-of-violation-and-high-healin.html' title='Dreams of Violation and High Healin&apos;'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13918753276100661569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14290854023446003752'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11412518.post-115825753440601003</id><published>2006-09-14T11:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-14T11:12:55.960-07:00</updated><title type='text'>HUMMINGBIRDS!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1701/925/1600/Male%20Annas%20flower.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Friday, June 30, 2006&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1701/925/320/Male%20Annas%20flower.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am absolutely in LOVE with hummingbirds. I've blogged about them before, but...so what!&lt;br /&gt;They have such a magical energy. It's so Loving. And now...clearly they are telepathic. I was at work talking on the phone to Kurls and I saw one of them go to the feeder. I thought it was a girl and so I said to Kurls, "oh, it's a girl, they never come up to the window to say hi." Just then the cutie flew right up to the window and hovered, saying hi to me. I could see that it was a boy because of the coloring(oops, my bad.) He did a little flip hovered a "Hello" again, hovered a bit more and flew off! I was like a little kid screaming in the phone to Kurls, "he's at the window!" Waving at him, "Hi cutie! Hello!" He knew! He was like, "Excuse me, but I'm a BOY and I do say hi to you all the time!" I LOVE HIM! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;He's an Anna's hummingbird. Gorgeous, no? They are such Lovers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG! Now the Ruby Throated Fellow came up. I opened the door and he just flew up to it like he was coming in. One of these days, one of them's gonna fly right in to say, Hi. I just know it!&lt;br /&gt;---------------&lt;br /&gt;Okay, after more research, the second one, may have been a female Anna. They can have red spots...Hmm...must get a closer look. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Chirp sample: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mschloe.com/hummer/anhu3.wav"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;http://www.mschloe.com/hummer/anhu3.wav&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11412518-115825753440601003?l=jennifersickels.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennifersickels.blogspot.com/feeds/115825753440601003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11412518&amp;postID=115825753440601003' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11412518/posts/default/115825753440601003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11412518/posts/default/115825753440601003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennifersickels.blogspot.com/2006/09/hummingbirds.html' title='HUMMINGBIRDS!!!'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13918753276100661569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14290854023446003752'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11412518.post-115756560961268873</id><published>2006-09-06T10:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-06T11:00:09.613-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ever woken up not knowing who you were?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Sunday, June 25, 2006&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did today.  It was kinda cool.  It was like when I was a kid and used to play my game Who Am I? (I'd ask myself that question over and over until I lost all conscious thought of who I was.) I woke up not thinking of myself as Jennifer.  Not even thinking of myself as female or male.  The most interesting thing was that I had no dread.  I wasn't even tired.  I immediately thought that, too...Wow, waking up without the burdens of Jennifer makes getting up in the morning easier! LOL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Then Jennifer slowly crept back in.  Then suddenly I was tired and not wanting to get out of bed.  I wonder what it would take to leave Jennifer's burdens behind.  What if we all operated out of the present moment with no past and no future.  Without our adapted personalities to hold us prisioner.  Hmmm... Just a thought&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11412518-115756560961268873?l=jennifersickels.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennifersickels.blogspot.com/feeds/115756560961268873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11412518&amp;postID=115756560961268873' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11412518/posts/default/115756560961268873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11412518/posts/default/115756560961268873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennifersickels.blogspot.com/2006/09/ever-woken-up-not-knowing-who-you-were.html' title='Ever woken up not knowing who you were?'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13918753276100661569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14290854023446003752'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11412518.post-115756555380480153</id><published>2006-09-06T10:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-06T10:59:13.806-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Parallel Life with Kurls</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Saturday, June 24, 2006&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I came home exhausted from work, as I have the last week and attempted to nap around 5:00pm. (I don't think I've been getting REM sleep. Not sure why, but my sleep and dreaming have been shallow for the most part.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt; As I drifted off, I saw a couple dressed in robes walking. There was a baby, maybe a year old being carried on the father's shoulder. The baby had a turbon on.  He turned and looked at me and winked. I knew this nap was gonna be special!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;The next thing I knew, I was under a huge cypress tree.  A Lealand Cypress to be exact. It was an Alice in Wonderland type place. The tree was huge and I was looking around underneath it.  It was in the middle of a walkway to a house. It was raised so you could sit underneath it.  There were benches on either side and a strand of lights with blue and green fairies on it in the tree. I was in awe of the magnificent tree. It was so vivid, so were the lights.  I went over and touched them and studied them for a moment. I was saying to myself, I'm going to come here and sing my songs under this tree.  I'm sure the owner of the house won't mind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Mew was with me! (she was almost always in my dreams er...ah...travels when she was alive on earth.  I'm so glad to have her as a traveling companion again!) She, being the naughty girl she is, snuck into the house where there was another cat.  I thought for certain that she would get into a fight, but when I called her, she came right out.  I halfway fell into a swimming pool on the side of the house as I was calling her, but I managed to pull myself out. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Next thing I knew I was sitting with Kurls by the side of the house. She had long dark brown hair and was dressed in like an 18 century dress.  It was a shiney navy taffeta thing.  She didn't look at all like her self on earth physically.  she was cute though.  Very girly. I have no idea what I looked like. I told her that something had called me down from the mountain and I asked her if she knew what it was. She told me that she and her boyfriend had done a banishing ritual on me, so that she would forget about me.  I yelled at her (not in a mean way) saying, "That's what did it!  Don't you know what you RESIST PERSISTS!"&lt;br /&gt;I told her that I wanted her to come back with me to the mountains and live near me and my husband. But, she became angry and then we both started sobbing.  It was so awful.  I haven't felt that much emotion in a looooong time.  I have had that happen in dreamtime experiences before with both Kurls and a couple of different guy friends...the intense sobbing.  I woke up during the sobbing thinking, Good God no wonder I've been so exhausted.  All this has been going on somewhere else! And I guess we'll always love eachother this intensly! I felt completely refreshed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;There are a few people(5?) that I've dreamt of or experienced as having other relationships with in different time periods or different dimensions. Interesting to note that kurls is the only gal and the only one to continue a friendship with me here...and my brother of course.  Though sometimes it's like pulling teeth with him!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;When I told Kurls of the dream experience she said, "Of course Mew was there and of course, we live a parallel life in Narnia with unicorns!". That's why I love her! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11412518-115756555380480153?l=jennifersickels.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennifersickels.blogspot.com/feeds/115756555380480153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11412518&amp;postID=115756555380480153' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11412518/posts/default/115756555380480153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11412518/posts/default/115756555380480153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennifersickels.blogspot.com/2006/09/my-parallel-life-with-kurls.html' title='My Parallel Life with Kurls'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13918753276100661569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14290854023446003752'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11412518.post-115756541951304745</id><published>2006-09-06T10:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-06T10:57:27.560-07:00</updated><title type='text'>MUSIC - From a Whisper to a Scream!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Thursday, June 22, 2006&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's truly amazing how music can transport a person from the depths of despair to the heights of ecstacy within seconds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was feeling so physically ill today.. So out of it and knowing that thinking and feeling such things is showing me how out of alignment I am with myself and the things I desire. Then, my best buddy Kurls sends me a link to all of this beautiful music from the 80s! I know that every generation thinks that their music was the best. But honestly, something happened in the 80s. Music transformed beyond what had gone before. I don't see that happening now. I see it cycling back around because there's nothing NEW. I am sooo glad that I could experience a lot of it first hand in the fabulous industrial city of Chicago!&lt;br /&gt;Damn, it totally changed my energy from zero to the speed of a hummingbirds wings!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I hear this music. I KNOW who I am. There is no doubt in my mind as to who I am and the power I posses. I feel truly alive, understood and in Love with the world. My wish is to feel this strength, Love and certainty continuously throughout the remainder of my experience on this planet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Sigh) And I sooooo miss those pretty-girly-industrial-goth boys. There were straight ones then...or at least straight for the most part!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whisper To A Scream (Birds Fly) - Icicle Works&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love comes, down upon us&lt;br /&gt;Till you flow like water&lt;br /&gt;Burning, with the hope of insight&lt;br /&gt;Feathered, look they're coveredwith a bright elation,&lt;br /&gt;Stolen, in the sight of love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are, we are,we are but your children,&lt;br /&gt;Finding our way around indecision&lt;br /&gt;We are, we arewe are ever helpless,&lt;br /&gt;Take us forever,A whisper to a scream&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Birds fly, in the eyeof the faithless daughter,&lt;br /&gt;Broken, at the bitter end&lt;br /&gt;Wasted, sacrificed for a new Nirvana&lt;br /&gt;Night time, sends us on our way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are, we are,we are but your children,&lt;br /&gt;Finding our way around indecision,&lt;br /&gt;We are, we arewe are ever helpless,&lt;br /&gt;Take us forever,&lt;br /&gt;A whisper to a scream&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11412518-115756541951304745?l=jennifersickels.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennifersickels.blogspot.com/feeds/115756541951304745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11412518&amp;postID=115756541951304745' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11412518/posts/default/115756541951304745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11412518/posts/default/115756541951304745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennifersickels.blogspot.com/2006/09/music-from-whisper-to-scream.html' title='MUSIC - From a Whisper to a Scream!'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13918753276100661569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14290854023446003752'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11412518.post-115756526461300994</id><published>2006-09-06T10:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-06T10:54:24.616-07:00</updated><title type='text'>In the Flow of the Stream of Divine Operation.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Literally, 5 minutes after my last blog about the cup dream I decided to continue reading a book I had set aside for a few days.  It's called Your Invisible Power By Genevieve Behrend. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt; Here is a paragraph that inspired her from the book The Dore Lectures by T. Troward with her remarks afterward:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;"'My mind is a center of Divine operation.  The Divine operation is always for expansion and fuller expression, and this means the production of something beyond what has gone before, something entirely new, not included in the past experience, though proceeding out of it by an orderly sequence or growth. Therefore, since the Divine cannot change its inherent nature, it must operate in the same manner with me; consequently, in my own special world, of which I am the center, it will move forward to produce new conditions, always in advance of any that have gone before.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;The paragraph inspired me with deep interest to feel that the life-spark in me could bring into my life something entirely new.  I did not wish to obliterate my past experience, but that was exactly what Troward said it would not do. The Divine operation would not exclude my past experience, but proceeding out of it would bring some new things that would transcend anything that I had ever experienced before."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;-------------&lt;br /&gt;Hallelujah! My subconscious was preparing me for this concept! Just one day before.  How bizarre!  Clearly, I have picked up on the scent. Weeeee! I truly enjoy this kinda work.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;P.S.  My boss paid to watch The Secret again today at work!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;I am surrounded by beautiful loving people! &lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;I RECEIVE Love easily and joyfully.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11412518-115756526461300994?l=jennifersickels.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennifersickels.blogspot.com/feeds/115756526461300994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11412518&amp;postID=115756526461300994' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11412518/posts/default/115756526461300994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11412518/posts/default/115756526461300994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennifersickels.blogspot.com/2006/09/in-flow-of-stream-of-divine-operation.html' title='In the Flow of the Stream of Divine Operation.'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13918753276100661569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14290854023446003752'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11412518.post-115756516621035308</id><published>2006-09-06T10:51:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-06T10:52:46.210-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Cup...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Yesterday, I dreamt that I was in an ice cream parlour.  This cutie, who I have a crush on, was tending the soda fountain.  I had a cup with soda in it and I realized that it was cracked.  I asked him for a new cup.  He told me that he couldn't get me a new cup because his hands were dirty. He said he could help me in another way. He wanted me to turn around and do something like put my hands behind my back.  I didn't understand what he was asking me to do so I said, "Oh, that's okay". I was irritated that he couldn't give me another cup like the one I had. Then he said, I can give you a white chocolate cherry cup". (Yummy!) But, I said, "No, that's okay" and so I just stood there holding my broken plastic cup together trying to keep the liquid from spilling. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;I woke up thinking Why the heck didn't I take the white chocolate cherry cup?!!! That sounds good! Heck, even better than what I had. I guess the dream was showing me that I wanted what I wanted and couldn't grasp the idea of something better or different. Hmm... Do I have a problem receiving or what? Dang it! Next time I'm taking the white chocolate cherry cup!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I receive Love easily and effortlessly!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11412518-115756516621035308?l=jennifersickels.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennifersickels.blogspot.com/feeds/115756516621035308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11412518&amp;postID=115756516621035308' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11412518/posts/default/115756516621035308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11412518/posts/default/115756516621035308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennifersickels.blogspot.com/2006/09/my-cup.html' title='My Cup...'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13918753276100661569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14290854023446003752'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11412518.post-115756509702502967</id><published>2006-09-06T10:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-06T10:51:37.026-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Challenge of Compassion</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Thursday, June 15, 2006&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Compassion is only compassion when it's applied to everyone. If it's applied selectively, then it just becomes judgment and hurts more than it helps."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11412518-115756509702502967?l=jennifersickels.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennifersickels.blogspot.com/feeds/115756509702502967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11412518&amp;postID=115756509702502967' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11412518/posts/default/115756509702502967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11412518/posts/default/115756509702502967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennifersickels.blogspot.com/2006/09/challenge-of-compassion.html' title='The Challenge of Compassion'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13918753276100661569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14290854023446003752'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11412518.post-115756506577461911</id><published>2006-09-06T10:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-06T10:51:05.776-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Secret</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Tuesday, June 13, 2006&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;If you liked What The Bleep Do We Know? You'll love The Secret.&lt;br /&gt;I've been studying this stuff for a few years now and there are certain books or movies that take me to a new level of understanding.  I'm not sure if it's a repetition thing or what.  But after watching The Secret,I KNOW things on a deeper level now, if that makes any sense.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I'm begining to UNDERSTAND a lot of things.  Not just about the Universe, but about why I'm here. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;I've been complaining to Kurls that I feel I have no use, no purpose in this life.  And looky here, a quote from the movie. "You have no purpose, other than the purpose you decide.  Your mission is the mission you give yourself".&lt;br /&gt;Goodness, it really is a school and so far, I've kinda sucked at it.  But I won't place my FOCUS there. After all, I am getting the information I need.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;I was going to watch this movie when it first came out in April, but I waited and then the link got lost in my email. Today, I came into work and my boss, told me about a movie I just had to watch today. The Secret. We actually sat at work and watched the movie.  How cool was that? One of her daughters sent it to her.  I guess it was free on Yahoo for a day or two, but By the time I went to watch it, the link was down.  I went to the website and paid a whopping $4.95 to watch it on full screen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Do it. Do it. Unless of course you have no desire to take responsibility for your life. And you have no desire to lead a life of joyful abundance.  And you'd like to blame fate on everything you are in this present moment.&lt;br /&gt;Do it.  Do it.  This is our evolution!  To do, have, and be exactly what we wish.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://thesecret.tv/home.html"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;http://thesecret.tv/home.html&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;I love YOU!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;I am surrounded by beautiful loving people!&lt;br /&gt;(No, I'm not smokin' anything!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11412518-115756506577461911?l=jennifersickels.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennifersickels.blogspot.com/feeds/115756506577461911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11412518&amp;postID=115756506577461911' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11412518/posts/default/115756506577461911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11412518/posts/default/115756506577461911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennifersickels.blogspot.com/2006/09/secret.html' title='The Secret'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13918753276100661569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14290854023446003752'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11412518.post-115756500446784918</id><published>2006-09-06T10:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-06T10:50:04.470-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Loving Affirmations</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Whatever it takes ;)!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;I am a radiant being filled with light and love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;I am attracting loving, beautiful people into my life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;I am the center of Divine love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;I am attracting loving relationships into my life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;I love and approve of myself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;As I give love, I instantly receive love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;The music of love and creativity flow through me now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;(sigh) Whatever it takes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Currently listening : &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onmouseover="window.status='Relaxing Celtic';return true;" onmouseout="window.status='';return true;" href="http://www.amazon.com/exec/obidos/ASIN/B0007WL23A/myspace08-20?dev-t=D2WQY839001DMT%26camp=2025%26link_code=xm2" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Relaxing Celtic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11412518-115756500446784918?l=jennifersickels.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennifersickels.blogspot.com/feeds/115756500446784918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11412518&amp;postID=115756500446784918' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11412518/posts/default/115756500446784918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11412518/posts/default/115756500446784918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennifersickels.blogspot.com/2006/09/loving-affirmations.html' title='Loving Affirmations'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13918753276100661569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14290854023446003752'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11412518.post-115756494866106235</id><published>2006-09-06T10:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-06T10:49:08.663-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Getting over the hump</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Sunday, June 11, 2006&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Boy, some things are a lot tougher than you think! Like, sitting with myself without anything to slow the thoughts except focused deep breathing.  It's like riding out a bad trip. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Deep breathing alone alters one's state of consciousness.  Most of the time I've been too lazy to simply breath deep. "Hey God (the Source, whatever you wanna call it), put the most potent drug of all right infront of our faces.  Heck, why not make it the very thing we need to survive!"  So ironic isn't it?&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why I've chosen this time.  Perhaps it has chosen me. (brew ha ha ha)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;The scariest thing is that I realize my mind can go further on it's own....further than I ever would have imagined.  Hmm...maybe that was the whole reason for stunting myself...Certainly not wanting to FEEl too much or actually having to process emotion. It seems easier to stuff it all down or deny it.  But someday da bitch is gonna blow! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Yes, there are more important things in this world and more important work to be done than indulging in self-loathing and self-destructive behavior under the guise of assisted enlightenment. Some things just aren't up to you or me.  Regardless of the concept of free will.  Which brings me to another revelation...the fact that there's no need to obsess about searching for The Truth.  Because, The Truth is searching for you and it will find you and bitch slap you awake from your slumber. "Just 5 more minutes!" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Snooze...Snooze....Lord knows I love that snooze button (Kurls too! ;)) We all have to wake up someday. Times up. For me anyway.&lt;br /&gt;AHHHHHHH! Saturn!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;P.S.  The moral delimma is comming to a close.  Like I said, I've stood my ground, been heard and no matter what happens it's all gonna be okay. Because, I can feel it in my gut. I've done the right thing. There was no other option this time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;---------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;Damn this is some CHALLENGING work to say the least.  Did I really volunteer for this?  Somebody slap me!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11412518-115756494866106235?l=jennifersickels.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennifersickels.blogspot.com/feeds/115756494866106235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11412518&amp;postID=115756494866106235' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11412518/posts/default/115756494866106235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11412518/posts/default/115756494866106235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennifersickels.blogspot.com/2006/09/getting-over-hump.html' title='Getting over the hump'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13918753276100661569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14290854023446003752'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11412518.post-115756487917891529</id><published>2006-09-06T10:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-06T10:47:59.180-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Madonna's Bedroom and Another Random Dream</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Wednesday, June 07, 2006&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;I've actually dreamt about Madge a few times.  This time I was in her bedroom.  It was like a palace with crystal chandeliers and lotsa bling.  She wasn't there, unfortunately.  There was a beautiful light blue gown thrown over a chair.  It was chiffon over taffeta with all of these crystal beads.  It was breathtakingly beautiful.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Next I saw all of these platform shoes.  They were the new cloth style with the ropey platform. They were like 4-6 inches tall.  I thought, Damn, those are some high platforms!  The end.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;-----------------------&lt;br /&gt;This morning I dreamt of a boy that I was working in a restaurant (Lord forbid!) waiting tables.  He kept hanging all over me infront of customers and stuff. I thought he was actually too young for me (believe it or not!).  Then, it turned out that he had been gay lovers with a fellow I went to grade school and junior high with.  They were lovers while the classmate was in prison! I haven't thought of this person in over 20 years! The classmate is not someone I would think of as ever being gay.   I can't imagine him in prision either.  His family owned a big farm and he was a nice kid.   I wasn't super close.  But it's hard not to be close to classmates in a class that only has about 60 students total. Heck, maybe he did become gay.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;The really odd thing ,that I have yet to figure out, is why are some people in my dreams people I know and some people are completely new? This guy had no physical or emotional characteristics of anyone I know.  He had like his own essence as a few of my dream folks have had.  That just freaks me out. I feel like they're real people somewhere...in a parallel existence perhaps! 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